Plain Pain: A Niall Horan Fan Fiction

Chapter 10

(A/N): This chapter is dedicated to a VERY special reader. She has been there supporting me since the beginning and her reviews mean a lot to me :)x @gakeema thank you for everything xx

I'm currently having a bit of a brainstorm. I have so many ideas that I wanna share. The story hasn't even begun yet, just wait and see :) Really excited! ENJOY Xo

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"When is Louise gonna be here, again?" my mom poked her head out of the kitchen doorway. Instead of going upstairs to my room in order to decide what to wear for when Louise arrive, I stopped by the kitchen to answer my mom,

"Her plane should be landing in like an hour. She's coming here in a cab though because she doesn't want to draw any attention."

Niall lived just a few doors down, and he would probably get suspicious when he sees a fancy limo parked right outside my house.

"Are you sure you wanna do this, Rachel?" my mom asked me for the millionth time that day. She had herself convinced that I was having second thoughts, but what she didn't know was that although I was scared shitless, I was ten times more excited.

"You know what? I did have a dream last night where Louise turned into a giant lizard and ate our house so maybe I should just call her and say I quit," I stated sarcastically and my mom rolled her eyes at my failed attempt at being funny.

"You're gonna wanna have a better sense of humor if you're gonna be on that show," she retorted and jabbed the spatula she was holding in her hand in my direction, splattering oil all over my shirt. "Oh well look what we have here, guess you'll have to go change." she smiled slyly.

My mom was definitely a mean girl at some point during high school.

"I ain't washing that." I warned, quickly running away and up the stairs before she could yell at me.

When I reached my room, I rummaged through my messy wardrobe for something to wear. I didn't wanna look too fancied up, but I also wasn't really interested in looking like something that crawled out of Niall's toilet. So I wore something that reflected my personality, at least that's what those skinny models say on those lame fashion shows. I realized I had been spending a little too much time with my mom lately, seeing as our binge watching sessions of Project Runway were starting to rub off on me.

I pulled out a blue tank top, along with grey varsity jacket with white sleeves and some ripped skinny jeans out of my wardrobe. I got dressed and brushed my hair, pulling it into a ponytail. I put on a pair of sneakers and exited my room, walking to the bathroom to apply a bit of makeup. I put on some blush, mascara, eyeliner, eyeshadow and pink lipgloss, all stolen from my mom's makeup bag. I looked at myself in the mirror and my jaw dropped when I realized that I looked like a clown. My lipstick was pink, my eyeliner was black, the mascara was a mess, the eyeshadow was green and-

Point is, nothing really matched. I washed my face, making it look even worse than it did before. The mascara smeared and my face was covered in glitter. I unlocked the bathroom door and ran on my tiptoes into mom and dad's room that my dad was soundly sleeping in. I slowly opened the door and tiptoed to the vanity, opening the top drawer to grab some makeup remover. I was out of the room and back in the bathroom as soon as I had it. I took my attempt at makeup off and decided that wasn't my thing.

I stopped to look at the time when I was done to realize I had thirty minutes until Louise arrived, and the feeling of excitement was starting to get overshadowed by the incoming wave of stress. My brain was refusing to think about anything else other than the show I was gonna be on. I was going to be on TV, where everyone would see me either humiliate myself or have the best night of my life. It all depended on him.