Windy Days, Starry Nights

I flipped my strawberry blonde hair out of my eyes, and knocked on Niall's door. I tapped my navy Toms against the marble floor outside their door, and straightened my cute sky blue corset dress patterned with cream doves. I heard footsteps walk up to the door, and a voice inside called,

"Niall! Your totally HOT friend is at the door! Dibs!"

I chuckled. Niall had probably told all the boys that I was coming. I've been told that with my unusual deep purple eyes (they're natural, not contacts), I could stop traffic. At least, by all the boys who have ever hit on me. Niall opened the door, and his eyes traveled up and down my body.

"Oh. My. God. You.... you look fantastic!" he said. He hugged me, and then escorted me inside, holding my bags like the gentleman he was. Last time he saw me, it was over a year ago. I was slightly nervous to see him, but when he smiled it melted away that feeling. I had liked him for a long time, but he was with Skylar (Fictional GF, but nesscessary).

"Greetings, fair lady...." said a boy with curly brown hair.

"Windy. Lady Windy," I said, slightly flirtacious. He nearly melted. Was it just me or did he need a girl? Really, they all were acting as if I was the best thing since sliced bread. Or whatever that saying was.

"Here, have a homegrown carrot. Do you like carrots?" said Louis (he had a nametag on).

"Umm, thanks? Yeah, I do." I winked. He didn't seem fazed, but maybe it was because his orange sunglasses were kinda upside-down. A guy with too much guy-liner on came downstairs, texting.

"Hey you must be..." He looked up, and suddenly got an odd expression on his face, and looked like he needed to sit down for a minute. "Niall's... friend." He stared at Niall, and put his hand on his shoulder. "Man, we need to talk." Guy-liner dude walked out, Niall in tow, and closed the door behind him. I could hear him from here.

"DUDE! SHE'S HOT! YOU NEVER SAID THAT! WHY HAVEN'T YOU HAD S-"

I decided to go find my room right at that point. The curly haired one walked up to me.

"Hey, I'm Harry. Zayn's the one whos yelling about you outside to Niall. Liam is the quiet mature one upstairs who won't come downstairs yet cause he's being reclusive since Daniel-"

"DON'T SAY... HER.... NAME!" a voice yelled from upstairs, followed by a sob.

"You see what I mean. And the odd one eating a carrot wearing his sunglasses upside-down wearing a nametag is-"

"Louis. His nametag?" I interjected.

"Right. So, do you wanna go get pizza?" Harry asked, suddenly getting too close to me.

I did my automatic response to gross boys who violated my space. I kicked him in the... err.... balls. Hard. He crumpled, just as Niall walked in.

"WHAT DID YOU DO!" he said, but I realized he was looking at Harry, and not at me. Niall shook his head, and I couldn't help but stare. I walked upstairs, and found my room. Niall had probably had it made specially for me, since he knew my favorite color. Which was sky blue. I flopped on the four-poster bed, and realized Niall had placed my bags in the closet, and had unpacked them. When had he done that? Eh, he's nice enough.

A knock on the door got my attention. I looked over to see Harry, wearing nothing but a pink bathrobe, leaning what he though of probably a seductive pose, against my door.

"I was thinking about taking all of us out to this really fun bar I know?" He said.

But before I could respond, he said a quick, oh good! Be ready in 10, and ran off.

See, I don't drink. At all. So when we found ourselves at this bar, with everyone drunk but Niall and I, it was a little awkward.

"Why don't you go and get a martini glass of Pepsi? They might leave you alone," Niall suggested. I nodded, and walked over to the bartender.

"CAN I HAVE A PEPSI IN A MARTINI GLASS?!" I yelled over the music. He nodded, and as I watched the people dance, he handed me my special order. I quickly drained it, and began to feel strange. I mouthed, "Whats in this?" to the bartender, and he pointed to two alcoholic beverages, both labeled 'Prepsi'. I thanked him, and for some reason ordered another.

After about 4, I didn't really know why I was there in the first place. Niall walked over, and looked at me funnily.

"Are you okay? You seem a little, giggly," he said, looking at me concernedly. I looked into his eyes, and an odd feeling overcame me. I wrapped my arms around him, and kissed him right on the mouth. I enjoyed every moment of it, and later, one little corner of my mind noted that when I kissed Niall Horan, he didn't try to pull away.