Worse Than It's Bite [NIALL HORAN FANFICTION]

14. Niall's Back!

AN: If you guys are mad at me for taking so long on the last chapter, I hope this chapter with make you forgive me. Not only is this chapter amaZAYN, but I'm so brilLIAM, this phenomiNIALL chapter will be uploaded in a extraordinHARRY measure of time. FabLOUIS, right?

Sorry, had a moment there.

Enjoy my Formers!

-Taylor<3

ALYSSA'S POV

I smiled. "We have to make a stop first."

"Where?" Lucas asked.

"Chareese!" I said.

He was obviously confused, so I pretended I didn't see his bewildered face and walked out the door of my apartment.

He followed without complaint down the hall, into the elevator, through the lobby, until we reached the cold November weather, where I hailed a taxi.

"To Craften, please." I said to the cab driver. He nodded and put the car into drive.

Lucas looked at me questioningly. "Isn't Craften that dance craft store you work at?" He asked.

"I got fired, remember?" I laughed.

He nodded. "No surprise, your a bad girl," he teased.

I stuck my tongue out at him like a mature adult would do, (not).

*******

Soon we where at the craft store, and I jump out of the cab and ran into the store.

Lucas followed in a moment later.

"Thanks for making me take the pay," he said sarcastically.

"Sorry..." I said, "I miss Niall..." I muttered.

Sadly, he heard me.

"AWWWWW!" He practically yelled.

Several people turned to stare at him.

I kicked the air, looking at my feet and blushing rapidly.

"Come on," I murmured, grabbing his wrist and leading him to aisle.

THE aisle.

I guess it's not that special...

I walked through the store until I saw the sign that said-

"Foam

Foam balls

Foam animals"

"Chareese?" I called.

"Someone calling me?" Said a sweet voice.

"It's Lys-Lys!" I said.

"Lys-Lys?!" Said Chareese.

As she came into view, I assessed her. Her straight blonde hair was parted down the middle and only went down to her shoulders. She had large freckles around her face. The edges of her eyes where wrinkled and she looked stressed, as always.

Don't recognize Chareese?

My regular?

Look again.

~FLASHBACK~

"Do you have these foam balls in a bigger size?" A young woman asked, demolishing my thoughts. She was about twenty-four years old, much older then me. Though her youth, her forehead creased in stress, along with scar-like wrinkles in a permanent frown line.

I felt honestly sorry for whatever is going on with her, and curiosity was trying to get the best of me. I didn't want to be in her business, so I ignored her horrid reflection and answered her.