Bring On The Thunder {A Niall Horan One-Shot}

Alright then dollfaces, this one shot is for my beautiful soul sister, Ishita the Great ;D I actually have no clue what to say here but ok here goes. ENJOY LOVE :D You're amazing, you truly are. And I know this sucks compared to how much of an amazing writer you are, but I tried ok? And do you have any idea how hard it was for me to write this? First off, it kinda sucks writing about your lover with someone else, cause ya know... Niall's mine ;) And plus oh my gosh IT'S SO FUCKING AWKWARD WRITING ABOUT SOMEONE THAT'S LIKE A SISTER TO YOU GETTING ALL STEAMY WITH A GUY OK SO YOU BEST BE APPRECIATIVE GURLLLL :D Okok so yeah anyways I love you and omfg I love time travelling with you and I hate that we don't get to do it as often anymore but you're still mah nigguh fraaand so yeaaa.... Enjoooooy x) P.S. The song on the side (which also inspired the title) is called Thunder by Boys Like Girls. It's about a summer romance and I thought it kinda sorta fit :)

 Edit: Ok so this is apparently rated R I don't know why maybe cause there's swearing or whatever but yeah... don't worry I'm pretty sure it's PG but I'm rambling now and I don't make sense because I'm confused but yeah ok bye

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      Alright Isha, it’s okay, you look fine.

                She kept chanting over and over in her head as she walked down the busy streets of London. With a place full of such beautiful women, she couldn’t help but feel self-conscious. Adjusting her shirt and tucking a loose strand of her dark hair behind her ear, she took a deep breath to calm her nerves.

                You can do this.

                Ishita was in London for the first time, here to visit her friend Kailtyn, whom she had never met before. The two had struck up a friendship online and it escalated to where they were now.  Kaitlyn had moved to London shortly before, and she and Isha had decided to finally meet up in this beautiful city of lights. Although they were very comfortable with each other, Isha couldn’t help but be nervous to meet her online friend for the first time, in person.

                Looking up, she noticed she was standing in front of a very rustic looking apartment building. Looking down at the address written on the crumpled piece of paper in her hand, and back at the building, she concluded that this was indeed the place where her friend now lived. Not being able to hold back, a huge grin broke out over Isha’s face as she ran up the steps that led to the entrance. She was finally going to meet the girl she had become extremely close with over the past years.

                Bringing her small fist up, Ishita knocked on the wooden door that’s dark green paint was peeling off. As the door opened, revealing the short red haired girl Isha had grown to care for deeply over the years, she let out a huge breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding. Taking in Kaitlyn’s huge grin, she couldn’t help but mirror the expression and feel a sudden surge of absolute joy.

                “Isha!” the short girl exclaimed, bringing her in for a huge hug which she returned. Isha was surprised at the strong grip that was coming from such a frail looking girl, but nonetheless gave her a tight squeeze back.

                “Hey!” she replied, finding her cheeks hurting from the wide smile that never seemed to drop itself off of her face. Both girls took each other in, squealing as they did so. Kaitlyn was almost exactly as she had imagined, wearing a pair of black sweatpants with a baggy Paramore tank top. Her dyed red hair was twisted up into a bun, contrasting greatly against her pale skin. If Isha didn’t know better, she would’ve never guessed at Kaitlyn’s half Pakistani heritage. 

                “Well what are you standing there for? Come on in pretty lady,” Kaitlyn drawled in her strong Canadian accent “Welcome to my humble abode, it’s not much, but its home now.” She said, smiling. Ishita returned the smile, stepping in and looking around at her surroundings. The paint was chipping on the walls, the couches were tacky and a random wall was splattered in neon paints. She grinned, this place was so Kaitlyn. It was extremely beaten down looking, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. Dropping her black duffle bag, she found herself hugging Kaitlyn again.