Better Than Words

Date Night

"Stay still ok. I don't want to ruin the masterpiece." She said making a waving gesture in front of her face

I rolled my eyes, "Chelsea I have done this before ok? Remember homecoming?" I say gesturing to the photo booth pictures.

"Yes I know but stay the fück still." She said with the felt tip eyeliner. I rolled my eyes but obediently closed them waiting for her to instruct me to open them.

"Okay and.....oops let's add more and yes done." I open my eyes and turn towards the mirror and gasp.

It was simple but wow. The eyeshadow was nude with a light brown in the crease and thick- thin eyeliner. It was difficult to explain. She left the foundation out and kept my natural skin out. It was Dewey and soft to the touch. Mascara heavily coated my lashes and my lipgloss was a nice toned pink. To say I was satisfied with my appearance was an understatement.

"Chelsea this looks amazing! Thank you so much." I hug her and quickly slip into my dress. She zipped me up while I readjusted my hair. It was done in curls but the very loose curls that seemed carefree.

When I hear the doorbell rang I panicked. I started fumbling for my shoes with distress written in my features.

"take your time. I'm just going to give him a small chat." Chelsea winked before moving towards the front door.

I took a breath, sprayed extra perfume on, shook out my hair, slipped my shoes on, and grabbed my purse.

I spent all day worrying about my clothing attire that I didn't even stress about the date itself.

What if I screw up? What if I fart? What if I spill Italian all over me? Oh my god! What if I snort while laughing.

I slowed my pace to the door, not even paying attention to the conversation. I'm going to screw up oh my god.

I was fidgeting and tripping every where until I made it to the door.

"...so you better treat her with respect or someone's friend will go bye bye. Ok?" I look to see Chelsea playfully glaring at Niall.

"Hi." I say before Looking at him.

He looked amazing. He was wearing a blue button up shirt that complimented his eyes perfectly, his hair was in a messier but sexier version of Zayns. I'm his hand he was holding a pink white flower. I gasped.

"Niall it's beautiful." I say but he was to busy looking at me, well at my dress.

His eyes traveled down to my feet, up my legs, past my stomach, hesitated on my chest to which I blushed deeply, and finally he looked at my eyes.

"You look amazing." He smiled bringing me in for a hug.

"Oh and you smell divine my dear. I absolutely fancy the dress." I giggle as he pushed a stray hair behind my ear.

"Ok before I puke over this lovey dovey shït I have a dick appointment in 10 so I need a go." I hear Chelsea grab her bag before dashing out the door.

"Well Mr. Horan shall we go." I say in my worst possible attempt at an Irish accent.

"Indeed we must." He says laughing that ugh laugh.

"I was going to wear me braces but me short mum stood on a chair and said 'no You daft goose she doesn' wanta see that' and she threw the braces away." Niall joked.

"I'm sorry but braces? I thought you went through that stage already." I ask questionably.

"No me um..what is it you Americans call it. Oh yes suspenders." He exclaimed snapping his fingers.