Red Velvet Roses (Niall Horan Fanfiction)

Chapter 3. Friends, Cafes and the mystery note.

Niall Horan likes me, that was stuck  in my head the whole night.

The sun poured into my bedroom, the pillow had fallen of my bed and had planted itself on the hard floor.

I woke up suddenly, and looked down at myself. I was still in my clothes; I must have missed dinner and had just fallen asleep with a love sick mind. I groaned as my head was throbbing from not having the comfort of my pillow the whole night. I stretched out my long legs and they slumped onto the cold floor. I looked into the mirror and saw the monster of hair that was on my head, I sighed and walked over to my desk, kicking some clothes under my bed as I did so.

 I hopped onto Facebook on my phone to check if anything had happened. “Nope, nothing much.” I said as I scrolled down my news feed, scanning through posts. I had a message on my phone so I decided to look at it.

Message (1)

Zoe – Can Mietta and I meet up with you up at the café? I miss you! Xx

Zoe was one of my best friends; she was by my side through my whole life. She had beautiful shiny orange hair, light skin, skinny and green bright eyes. 

I replied- I will meet you and Mietta outside the café, need to tell you something important. (: xx

my other best friend was Mietta. She on the other hand had thick long brown hair, also dark blue eyes, olive skin, skinny and tall. I had missed them heaps since they had been at a school camp, I didn’t go because of the high expense.

I got up and yawned, boy was I hungry! I may be small, but gosh did I love food. When I thought about it, I am a bit like Niall.

 I got into a hoodie and my slippers and went out the door, down the stairs, skipping every second stair until I reached the lounge to find my mum watching TV.

“Good morning.” I said sweetly, fiddling with my awful bed hair.

“Oh, morning Angel.” She said quietly sipping her steaming hot tea on a coffee table. “You went to sleep very early last night, did anything happen you need to tell me about?” She asked concerned.

My mum was acting weird, since my father’s death she became quiet, and hardly ever talked to me. Maybe she was finally getting better.

“Oh no, I was just really tired. That’s all. More like love tired, I thought to myself.

I had some cereal and apple juice and went back up into my room to get dressed, skipping up the stairs again as I did so.

I opened my wardrobe and put on some high wasted light coloured jeans, a cream lacy blouse, black lace low platform heels,  pulled my hair out and left it wavy and long, put some black sunglasses on, put light mascara, foundation and eye shadow on, and lastly put on my heart locket.

I had enough time to even paint my nails a peach colour.

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Finally happy with the way I looked, I ran down the stairs carefully, doing up one of my undone laces at the bottom of the stairs and grabbed a bag on the way out of the door. I glanced over to mum who was sitting on the couch. I could see a tear run down her cheek as she was holding a picture of us and Dad. She did that often, look at that picture and cry. I would come over and calm her most days, but sometimes even looking at me got her upset. I sighed and held in a tear for myself. Was she ever going to get better?

 I went out the front door, closing it behind me, and got on my cherry red bike placing my phone in the front basket. I had gotten very fit these last few years always riding my bike. I was always winning school running races.