I'm Home with You: A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Chapter 11: "Merry Christmas Meilie."

"We're going to have such a BLAST!" My Aunt squeals excitedly from the bathroom as she applies her makeup. "Amelia come out! I want to see you!"

I curl the last piece of my hair and step out of my room self-consciously. Since I didn't have anything with me that could really constitute as Christmas-Party attire, Aunt Jayne decided to give me an old dress of hers that she no longer wore as "an early Christmas present". It's a red lace dress that falls to my mid thigh with a black belt cinched at the waste. Not too casual, not too fancy, although I don't think I do it justice. I've parted hair down the left side of my head and loosely curled it in order to make it look more voluminous. I choose to wear my plain black ankle boot heels and a silver charm bracelet my mother gave me years ago for my thirteenth birthday.

My Aunt double takes before dropping her compact mirror and staring at me, mouth agape.

"Do I really look that bad?" I groan.

"Bad? BAD?! Hun, you look absolutely stunning! You wear that dress better than I ever could have hoped to when I was young! You're a knockout! Wear that to the party and Niall will not be able to keep his hands off of you tonight."

"Aunt Jayynnee!" I whine, feeling my face get hot with embarrassment.

"So-rry for speaking the truth!" She laughs, going back to apply her make-up.

"Thank you. And may I say, you look gorgeous as well." I say.

Aunt Jayne's wearing a cap-sleeve, square neck black dress that reaches just past her knee and black pumps with her favorite watch.

"Are you ready?" She says excitedly as she places her makeup back in its bag and places it on the dresser in her room.

I exhale nervously "As ready as I'll ever be." I say.

Aunt Jayne nods and we make our way downstairs. We both grab our purses and a tray of Santa cupcakes that we made earlier today and head out the door.

"Stop worrying." She says to me as we walk through the cold to the house two doors down from our own.

I look at her "What makes you think I'm nervous."

"You're in a dress you've never worn before on your way to a party full of people you've never met besides your childhood best friend whom you have feelings for."

I look at her and bite my bottom lip "Okay" I confess "You're right. I'm nervous."

Aunt Jayne nods "Plus," She adds "I could here you practicing your greeting to Niall while I was putting on my makeup."

"Oh shit, you could?" I ask, humiliated that she heard my pathetic "Hey, Niall" and "Hi, Niall" and "How's it going, Niall?"

"Don't worry, we've all done it at some point." She assures me .

I smile and grip the sides of the cupcake plate anxiously.

"What if I'm terribly overdressed? What if I'm terribly underdressed? What I'm just terrible and everyone hates me?!" I ask.

My Aunt stops me in the road and places her hands on my shoulders.

"What? What the hell are you talking about Amelia? Listen to me. You're gorgeous and wonderful and your outfit is gorgeous and wonderful and everybody will think so."

"Including Niall?"

"Especially Niall."

I attempt to hug my Aunt but the cupcake tray keeps getting in the way so we keep walking. Her speech makes me feel slightly better.