Limo Ride (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1: Free Ride ;)

I dedicated this to @sunwassettorise just because she is a huge inspiration for me. Thank you

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I stood in front of the bathroom mirror staring at my reflection. A girl stood there, dark brown hair and brown eyes. Plain, that was me, but not this me. I could have swore that this girl standing there was not me. Her usual straight hair was wavy and soft. The makeup on her tanned face made it seem almost flawless. It was hard to believe that this girl was me. I have always thought of myself as imperfect, but this, this was amazing. 

I guess you might be wondering 'what's up'. Well now we have a place to start, don't we? First of all, we are in the amazing place of England. Around the end of London. Now why would a small Louisianan town girl be in a huge town like London. Have you ever heard of Channing Canom. Probably if you are a fashionista and keep track of all of the brands, then you have definitely heard Canom before. Channing is the 18 year old daughter of the one and only Janey and Carter Canom, the owners of Canom industrys.

Of course the owners of the famous clothing line will be invited to the most amazing parties ever! I mean, what would you expect? They are rich and popular!

So when your parents are always out of town, you start to feel left out of the fun. Well that's until you realize that these 'parties' are a bunch of old people chatting with their wine glasses, but it would still be nice to be with your family.

What am I saying? I don't know what it's like. This is the furthest I have ever been from my mom. We've been united since dad left. She would never leave my side and if I needed her, she was there. I haven't experienced what Channing was going through. I guess it's just the long night's she spends telling me this stuff.

I'm Missy by the way. Yeah, if I'm going to be telling you this story it would probably be a good thing to know who I am, right? Now, what was I saying? Oh about this whole party thing. Well, Channing got invited to a party! All the way in England! And she just so happened to drag me along to England with her.

I watched as she strutted down the room in her black dress. It was about calf legnth and was a one shoulder. “Well?” she said striking a pose

“It looks amazing! Even though it's like the opposite of mine.” I responded, looking down at the white knee length clothing.

“Thanks, and who cares! It's just the color. I'm just glad I didn't have to wear one of Mom's dresses. N-o-t not in the mood for promoting.” She said pulling on her stilettos. I repeated her action and pulled on my tan wedges. I grabbed my matching white purse as Channing grabbed her clutch and we headed out of our hotel.

I pushed the ground level button and waited in the empty elevator until the ding was heard. Channing led the way out of the hotel on onto the streets of England. She hailed us a cab, how she did, I will never know. We got it, as you would expect. She told them a town that I have never heard of and we set off.

After a few minute of silence the cab driver started to speak.

“Why are you girls heading out so late. Especially to that town.”

“A party” Channing replied simply.

“All the way out there. That whole entire town has been abandoned for a while now.”

I turned to Channing, who was putting some finishing touches to her makeup. I hit her arm. She reacted with a small scream and a gasp.

“Did you hear him!”

“Yeah, I did. It's probably an exclusive party.” She said loud enough for the cab driver to hear

“Thank you!” I waved at the driver who waved back. I smiled and then turned to the town. It looked old and about to break.

“Hurry Channing, it's about to rain.”

She just waved her hand in a 'shut up' motion. I rolled my eyes as we slowly trudged into the town. We passed many old houses until Channing immediately stopped. “We're here”

This one looked like the most beat up out of all of them. It looked like you could yell at it and it would come tumbling down.

Channing carefully opened the door and stepped in. Only to be greeted by a completely empty house. Channing ran to the middle of the floor and picked up something that looked like a note.

“Stupid bitch.” she mumbled “Stupid Fucking Bitch!” She screamed as loud as she could. She stomped on the ground until I heard a rumble.

The second story fell. It just... fell. I ran over to Channing who was also fell. I looked in her face. Her face was a mixture of surprise and awe. “Channing?” I said shaking her “Are you okay?” She snapped out of it and gave me an annoyed “Yeah.” and left, throwing down the note. I picked it up. It had one word. The most annoying word ever

"Gotcha ;)”

I ripped up the note. This was set up. I threw the few pieces of the note down and walked out. I looked for Channing. It was raining. Pouring cats and dogs. I couldn't see anything at all. I ran in the wet cold rain, careful not to slip. At the end of the rode I saw Channing, her head hung low.

“Channing?”

“What?!”

“Calm down.”

“All the trouble we went through for a fucking scam!”

I stood beside her, rubbing soothing circles on her back. We waited for a while, hoping something would happen. And something did, that one thing is what started the chaos.

We stood there until a black long car rushed in front of us. A black bus? No way, not tall enough. I know! It's a limousine! The man rolled down the window. “Hello, did you ladies order a limousine to come and pick you up.”

Of course we didn't

“Why yes we did!” I snapped my head at the voice, which just so happened to be Channing I stared daggers at her hoping she would say she was just joking. But instead, the man opened the doors to allow us in.

“Thank you.” Channing said politely.

Wasn't he supposed to ask for some type of I.D.? Well I guess since no one was usually there he didn't feel the need.

“Are you crazy?” I whisper-yelled at Channing

“Are you? It's a free limo ride!”

“Do you understand how much trouble we can get into!”

“Listen, it's been a long night. Get some rest. We'll talk about it in a  bit.” she snapped.

I sighed, Channing was the stubborn one. She wouldn’t allow me to talk right now unless I wanted to get punched in the arm.

I rested my head against the cold glass. I closed my eyes, hoping that we won’t get caught.

DUN DUN DUN!!! yeppo i have it out today. It's be a few weeks before the next one comes out. Vomment fan, please! And i LOOOOVE Constructive critiscm! BTW Oath by Becky G. and Cher Lloyd is not only Channing and Missy's song, It's also  my best friend and I's song 

Stay tuned my little PandaBooBears!

P.S sorry about the Disorted image on the side. 

XOXO,

Tate :?)