Unexpected. (N.H)

5.

5.
"1 hour!" I scream, running through my small apartment, looking for Steve.

"What?" He asks in shock.

"Help me, I only have 1 hour!" I scream again, running back to my room.

"I need to shower, change, makeup, hair. Shit what am I going to wear?!" I ramble.

"Relax, I'll pick out your outfit while you shower." He soothes.

Steve has always been an expert when it comes to dressing me, he always seems to know exactly what I want to wear without even asking.

"Thank you!" I rush out, hugging him and sprinting to my bathroom.

Half an hour later I'm finished with my shower and blowdrying my hair. Now I'm in the proses of straightening my unruly chestnut waves.

"Prim get dressed." Steve orders, walking into my bathroom.

With him is a red dress with 3 quarter length sleeves and falls just above my knee.
I give the outfit an approving nod and slip it on. Next I apply makeup that I put on when I'm trying to look really good.

"Don't forget the shoes." Steve winks, pulling out my favorite black pumps.
I squeal, taking them and putting the uncomfortable shoes on my feet.

I remember buying these shoes... they cost more then my rent.

"Spin." Steve commands.

"You look lovely darling!" Steve muses in a fake British accent.

"Why thank you sir." I mimic.
We are interrupted by a knock at the door.

I send my best friend a nervous glance.

"Go have fun." He encourages with a wink.

"I love you, bye." I call behind me as I walk to the door.

"Hello." I nervously smile after swinging the door open.
Niall is dressed in a blue button down and dress pants.

"Hi, you look lovely." He compliments, making me blush.

"Let's go." I say, grabbing his hand and dragging him down the hall after slamming the door shut.

When we get out of the building me leads me to his car and opens then passenger seat for me.

"Thank you." I smile up at him and he winks.

The car drive is mostly silent, except for Green Day playing softly through the radio.

"So where are we going?" I break the silence.

"My house." He replies and I nod.

***

"You said we were going to your house." I stare at him in shock.

"And we are." He gives me a 'duh' look.

"Um, this is a castle." I correct, looking up at the massive house in front of me.

"Would you like to come into my castle?" He chuckles.

"I've always wanted to be a princess." I shrug, wrapping my arm around his outstretched arm.

"Okay, two questions." I say as we walk into the castle.

"Yes." He nods, wanting me to continue.

"Why did you eat at a cheap small Italian restaurant, if you own a castle?" I start.

"I was hungry, and I heard that there was an extremely awkward waitress that worked there." He smiles laughing at his own joke. Nerd.

"Okay, second. Why would you ask an awkward waitress from the cheap Italian restaurant out on a date, if you own a castle?" I finish, raising my eyebrow at him.

"I happen to like awkward waitresses from cheap Italian restaurants. Plus I have to admit, you're pretty hot." He defends and I smack his arm playfully.

"Well that would be a first!" I laugh, choosing to ignore the fact that he called me 'hot'.

"Really? I would think you'd get plenty of date offers." At first I thought he was joking, but he was completely serious.

"You know, surprisingly I haven't." I joke.

"Well then they are all crazy." He smiles, facing me.
I finally look away from his peaceful eyes and find that we are in a kitchen.

"Wow." I stand in awe, my mouth wide open. In the huge kitchen there is a large table with candles everywhere and a huge mound of potatoes in the center of the table.

"You know,I don't date much, but when I do, I do it right." He winks, leading me to a chair and pulling it out for me.
I try to sit with just an ounce of grace, but fail miserably. I probably looked like an elephant trying to sit on a tiny chair.

"So graceful, Primrose." He chuckles, taking his own seat.

"Prim." I Correct.

"I like Primrose." He pouts.

"And I like chocolate but I don't eat it 24/7." I counter.
"I think it suits you." He ignores me.

"I don't."

"I think you should get used to me calling you Primrose." He suggests.

"Are you saying we'll see each other again?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"I was hoping, if you want to, of course." He corrects.

"Yeah, I mean yes. I mean sure. No, what I meant to say was-"

"Primrose, please stop talking!" Niall cuts me off then bursts into a fit of laughter. And I was doing so well too... Damn my awkwardness!

"Sorry." I mumble with a smile tugging at my lips.

"What am I going to do with you, primrose?" He sighs, shaking his head and eating some mashed potatoes.