Stole My Heart (A Niall Horan Love Story)

Chapter 4

 Chapter 4

Enjoying the warm water from the shower head on my back, I thought over the entire day. I wondered if I would ever be comfortable with the thought that I knew the most popular boy band in the world. They already seemed like my best friends. They'd accepted me so quickly, and treated me like they'd known me forever. I knew my life would never be the same. I'd only personally know the boys for a day, and I could be sure of it. Once word got out that I so much as associated with them, the Directioners would be on my tail. As weird, and somewhat impossible, as it was to admit, THE Niall Horan liked me. Me! Strange as that may be, it was no figment of my imagination, he'd made it clear. What would the Directioners think? Of course I liked him back too, that much was obvious, but what would happen if he asked me out? What would my friends think? What would they do? They were all big Directioners back home, would they start to only wanna hang out with me because of my connection to the boys?

I shook my head, trying to erase all thoughts like that. My friends would never ditch me, or use me. I vowed to just break the news to them gently. That is, if Niall would ask me out.

I started to shave my legs, and brought my thoughts back to what my life would be like as Niall's girlfriend. I thought of all the followers I would have. I tried to wrap my head around the thought of actually dating him. I didn't want to get my hopes up, I mean, there were so many other girls out there way better than me, I didn't deserve someone like him. But oh how I wanted it to happen. More than I'd ever wanted it to work out with any guy before, and I could say right now, I've wanted it to work out with a lot of guys.

I felt my lips turn up in the smile at the thought of dating Niall. Him taking me out to dinner, just us, romantic walks on the beach, falling asleep in his arms. It was too good to believe. Was all that really possible? Could I be about to live every Directioners dream?

I shut the water off and reached for a towel, wiping down my body and bundling up my hair, deciding to deal with it after. I pushed all thoughts of the potential relationship to the back of my brain, and focused on the task ahead. I pulled on clean underwear and my comfiest, strapless bra, before sliding my dress up and over them. I strapped the belt around my waist, and collected everything I needed for makeup.

Ten minutes later I gazed at my face in the mirror. My upper and lower eyelids were lined with black eyeliner, my eyelashes elongated with mascara, and the surface of my eyelid had a light brushing of brown eyeshadow, to make the eyeliner less prominent. On my lips, I'd only used lipgloss, and no other makeup anywhere else. I knew guys didn't like girls who wore too much makeup, and, even for a dressier occasion, I didn't want to come across as such.

Unwrapping the towel from my head, I set to work on my hair. I started by blowdrying it until it was completely dry. Thankfully, my hair wasn't deciding to be moody, and settled around my shoulders in the way I like it to. Then, I pulled back a bit of hair from each side and braided it back around to where it met, and tied it with a small elastic. Satisfied, I walked over to my jewelry case and selected two dangly pink ball earrings and my favorite, silver, infinity necklace. The chain of the necklace attached to either side of the infinity symbol, so it couldn't slide around, and, altogether, looked very pretty. Finally, I clasped my Pandora bracelet around my left wrist. My parents had bought it for me for Christmas last year, and I'd worn it every day since. I kept it clean, and it was already halfway full with charms.

Giving myself one more look in the mirror, I left the bathroom satisfied. Claire greeted me with a once over and a smile.

"You look perfect," she lisped, wrapping her arms around my waist. For the first time, I realized how funny it was that my seven year old sister was coming to dinner with me and five boys over ten years older than her. I knew they didn't mind, but if they still wanted to hang out with me in the future, I hoped it could occasionally be without her. This thought briefly made me feel bad. I mean, I loved my sister, but having to constantly watch a seven year old, never mind a seven year old with down syndrome, was not always an easy task.