Different || Niall Horan

Chapter 11

Ashley's POV

How do you get ready for a party? Personally, I think you can't really get 'ready'. You get dressed you put on make-up but for me that is not really getting ready. I suppose it's called like that because usually people start getting excited doing that. You are in a good mood, a mood to celebrate. Does that even make sense?

At least for me, it does.

 When I look through my wardrobe I'm a little bit unsure of what to wear. Do I wear a dress or a skirt? Or maybe neither? It starts to frustrate me and I groan loudly.

"Maybe this is more fun with music." I mumble and connect my phone with some speakers. The song Break Free from Ariana Grande's new album start to play and I sing along. 

In the back of the wardrobe I find a dress I already have forgotten about. Michael gave it to me a few years ago when he accidentally ruined the outfit I wanted to wear at my best friend's party. It's black, tight, strapless and short. I'm sure that I still fit in it.

I take the dress, some fresh underwear and walk to the bathroom where I strip out of the clothes I'm currently wearing.  I put them into the clothes basket and step into the shower. There's no time for a long shower so I hurry up. Gladly I washed my hair in the morning already so it is dry.

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"Hey Ash! I'm glad you came! If you're looking for the others they're over at the table with the drinks." Liam greets me and I hug him.

"Hi, okay thanks. Happy Birthday! Do you want my present now or later?"

"Thank you, but you don't need to give me anything!" he laughs.

"I want to though, so here you go mate." I give him a black envelope and he seems very curious about what is in it.

He rips it open and when he sees what's in there he gasps.

"Oh my gosh Ashley, thank you!" he hugs me tightly and I giggle.

"It's nothing, really." I reply. Just then, Pascalle comes over and greets me.

"What's in the envelope?" she asks.

"Tickets to the fashion show in Paris, isn't that cool? They're front row!" Liam says all excited. I asked Sarah for help cause by the time I had to get his parents I didn't know him personally and she told me that he secretly wishes to go to a fashion show once.

"Thanks again Ashley, this is amazing, hope you have a good time at the party!" Liam says and then walks to someone else who just arrived.

Pascalle and I walk to the other guys and I greet them with a simple hey. Afterwards I grab myself a drink and just listen to the conversation.

As far as I know, Zayn and Perrie aren't coming to the party. Eleanor and Louis aren't here yet but Sarah says they should arrive any second.

I'm standing next to Niall who pretty much ignores me. Not that I give a shit about that right now.

"You wanna dance?" Harry asks Sarah and she nods. He grabs her hand and pulls her with him to the part where people are dancing.

You should know, the party is on the rooftop of the house. Such an amazing view of whole London. I like seeing skylines at night. The lights in the darkness have a calming effekt.

"Well guys, I'm gonna look for my birthday boy. See you later." Pascalle now says and leaves too. She does that on purpose so I'm alone with Niall I'm 100% sure about that. Especially after our talk yesterday.

I walk to the railing leaning against it watching cars drive past from above. After a few minutes someone stands next to me.

And with someone I mean Niall.

I look at him only to see him staring right back at me. He smiles showing his white teeth. Dude, he has better teeth than I do I think I should go to his dentist. Or maybe not, whatever.

"Can I ask you something?" I sound very shy.

"Of course." His accent is thick, not that I mind though, I speak with irish accent too.

"You said you wouldn't date a model.... why wouldn't you date me?"

"Because models use people. They pretend to care when in reality they're cold as ice and use you for fame, money, and sometimes even sex. How do I know you like me for me and not for being Niall in One Direction? How can I know that you love me without pretending? And if we broke up how can I know that you wouldn't make me look bad by pretending to be the innocent one? Models are flawless that's why everyone believes what they say. And everyone loves you, you know that. How could I ever be sure about anything?" he explains.

I nod and swallow hard. "Oh, if that's what you think..." I turn around and disappear in a crowd of people. I see Sarah who is dancing alone and walk to her, dancing now too.

"What did you two talk about? You look like you got hit by a truck!" she shouts over the music so I can hear her.

"Why he wouldn't date a model!"

"Oh honey, shit." She pulls me to the side and hugs me tight.

"Maybe I should just let it go." I whisper.

"You can't and I know you well enough to know that you won't even if you could" she rubs my arms and smiles. One of those smiles you put on when you wish you could do something but can't.

The party is coming to an end when Liam walks up to me.

"Hey, do you mind letting Niall stay over at yours for the night? He's really drunk. I'd let him sleep here but we literally have no space cause some friends from further away are staying."

"Yeah, okay. I'll take him with me, I'm about to leave now anyway. It was a great party!" 

I support Niall on our way down and to the car so he won't fall and then I get seated myself, starting the engine. I drive normally, and I've had only one cup of alcohol a few hours ago. Plus it was just beer so I'm perfectly fine with driving.

I help him lay down on the sofa when we're at my appartment cause I seriously can't 'carry' him further. Not that he's that heave but still. I walk to my room to get a blanket for him.

When I come back, he's already sleeping peacefully. I cover him and he nuzzles his nose into the edge of the brown, soft material. He looks so cute. Time for me to go to bed too. I undress quickly and put on a loose shirt before laying down.

And then I'm drifting off to sleep too.

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