Tonight's Cloudy Sky (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 11- Thinking Of Him

To: Unknown Number

I would love to do something :)

I replied immediately, my heart about to leap out of my chest. Niall Horan, the boy who I had been fantasizing over for the past year, just asked me out on a date.

From: Unknown Number

Where do you live? I'll pick you up tomorrow at 3 for a movie and dinner?

To: Unknown Number

That sounds great! I live at the Bentley- meet you in the lobby?

From: Unknown Number

Wow! The Bentley?! I didn't take you for a rich girl

To: Unknown Number

Is that a good thing?

From: Unknown Number

Very good :)

We continued to text as I got closer to home, and told him little things about my life- where I was from, what I liked to do, what my name was. As I talked to him, I was the happiest I had been in a long time.

And as time went by, I began to worry about how I was going to tell the girls what had happened. I wasn't just every day that you meet a celebrity who then asks you on a date.

I hadn't changed Niall's contact number yet, maybe it was out of disbelief. Maybe I believed that, if I changed anything about it, it would all go away. I didn't want this to go away.

The cab pulled up to my building and I climbed out after paying the fare. I look a deep breath, bracing myself for what the girls had to say. Would they be mad? Or course! But would they stay mad for long? That was what worried me.

I walked into the grand lobby and walked to the back corner. As I stood there, waiting for the elevator to arrive, I nervously tapped my shoes on the marble floor. The sun was long gone now, the day almost to an end. How furious would Mattie be?

The doors dinged open and I stepped in, pressing the correct floor. I knew Janessa wouldn't get mad at me- she would just be grateful that I was home. But there was no telling with Mattie, Meredith or Ariel. How could I explain this? I met a world famous pop star and now he's taking me out on a date? They would either hug me or send me to insane asylum.

The lift arrived at my floor and my stomach dropped. There was no way I could avoid this. I would just have to face it and be strong. As I walked down the hallway towards our flat, I felt like I was walking to my execution.

I reached door number 508 and stood there in the hallway. Should I knock? Maybe they were asleep. I tried the door to see if it was locked and to my relief, it wasn't. I opened it and walked in quietly, shutting the door behind me. I held my breath as the door clicked shut, hoping that they hadn't heard me.

I stayed frozen for a couple more seconds, waiting for someone to scream at me. There was no sound at all, and I realized that might not have to face anyone till tomorrow.

Tomorrow- I was going on a date tomorrow. Just thinking of his blond hair and bright blue eyes made my chest hurt. How could anyone be so amazing? I hardly knew him, but I was still obsessed with him. Though, that's probably the fangirl in me talking.

I slipped off my shoes and turned, tiptoeing towards the kitchen to eat. After everything that had happened, I had to eat. Eating kept me alive, but it also kept me happy. Too bad I had to work my butt of to keep myself in shape.

I pulled open the fridge door slightly but the light still managed to illuminate the dark room. I shuffled through the contents, looking for anything edible.