Uh...Hi... (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Needed Cheese

A:N) HEYLO PEEPS! Okay this as you can see is chapter 9; It's Jessica's and Niall's date if you didn't realize. I tried uping the romance but since I have a strange craving for cheese and am legitally running on a pot of coffee the romance bucket is a bit empty for me right now, but here it is anyways! Enjoy this crazy mess I call "Needed Cheese"!

Chapter 9

Needed Cheese

***Jessica’s POV***

Niall’s Flat

“Ow…” I whimpered as Niall wrapped my hand in a piece a cloth.

“It’s not my fault you hit Harry’s face.”

I pouted, giving him a glare as I did so. “Yeah, well it’s not my fault Harry’s face is so hard!”

Niall let out a laugh, gently kissing my hand when he finished wrapping it. “Come now princess. Be ready by 8:30, wear something casual.”

“Mind if I ask why…?”

“The date, love.” He said rolling his eyes at my thoughtlessness.

“Oi! Shut up… I forgot, you know, since I BROKE MY HAND ON HARRY’S FACE!”

“Whatever you say.” Niall laughed walking out of the kitchen leaving me alone sitting on the counter. I soft knock came from behind me making me turn around. There, sitting on the counter, was a jug of orange juice that I know wasn’t there before.

“Ah! Orange juice! I’m sorry okay! We were going to clean you up but then the Pretty Little Liars marathon was on, and me and Britt got sidetracked…-.”

“Uh, Meeks… are you okay?” A high voice came from behind me making me jump and look to see Brittney standing in the doorway with a creeped out expression.

“Yeah, just talking to that jug of orange juice over there.”  Yeah because that was a perfectly normal explanation Jessica…

“What jug of orange juice?”

“That one right-.” When I turned around it was gone making my heart rate drop.

Some people were haunted by stalkers. Some by ghost or “vampires”; but no I got the end of the stick. I was being haunted by a jug of orange juice… how fitting.

Rubbing my temple I shrugged my shoulders and looked at the clock, nearly chocking on air as I saw it was half past six. “CRAP!”

“What?! Oh god who was shot?!”Brittney screamed as she began running around the kitchen, grabbing the kitchen knife off the counter.

“No! I have a date to get ready for! Niall’s taking me out at 8:30 and it’s like 6:30 now!”

Brittney gave me a blank look before she grabbed my arm and walked out of his flat. A slight panic went over me when I realized I had no cloths at Niall’s and would have to go back to our creepy as hell flat. Oh derp…

The car ride there was short, fast, wild, and of course crazy. Half way there Brittney thought it would be such a great idea to honk at an old hobbled woman with a walker cross the street. Why she decided to do this, I don’t know, I’ve always wondered why Brittney did these things. The old woman gave our car a hard look before she flipped us the bird making mine and Brittney’s mouth drop in surprise. You go old lady!

The rest of the way to the flat Britt was grumbling about how old ladies were rude and shouldn’t be allowed outside or should be kept on chains. I didn’t really ask questions, it’s Brittney.