Call Her Gorgeous Like It's Her Name [Niall Horan]

Chapter 12

10 days later and we only had two more days of vacationing at Harry's bungalow. Most days were the usual: practicing their version of Torn, swimming, fires, horseback riding, and telling jokes. Harry and Eli acted all lovey dove as usual, and Niall still hasn't asked me out. I mean yeah, we've kissed multiple times, and once we even made out, but no boyfriend.

"Gorgeous? Are you ready yet?" I heard a Wolverhampton accent ask. It sounded as if he was right down the hall.

"Yeah! Hold on, lemme finish my make-up!" I shouted. I added a final coat of mascara, touched up my hair, and judged myself in the mirror. I guess this is acceptable. The boys asked me to dress fanciful.

I wore a tight fitted red dress. The sleeves consisted of a elegant red lace pattern. The skirt only went to about mid-thigh, maybe a little shorter. My make-up looked natural, a little mascara and eyeliner. I straightened the heck out of my hair. Other that my plump lips were stained red. The brunette strands came down to about my hips.

"Gorgeous! Get your fat butt out here!" Eli called. I dolled her up around noon. It was now two o clock.

"Coming!" I yelled as I slicked on the only shoes I finally found that looked good with my dress, blue velvet pumps. I ran, well scuttered, out from hiding. "We ready?"

"We have been, let's go!" Eli shouted as all five boys' jaws dropped. I actually felt a bit insecure since they were literally staring. "Take a picture boys, it'll last longer," Eli teased. Immediately my cheeks blushed naturally as I begged them mentally to stop. They all babbled for answers as Elise took Haz's hand. Oh, geez! There I go with the Haz thing again.

He was so lucky to have my sister. They fit together like two peas in a pod these last two weeks. Plus she was far prettier than anyone I have ever seen. Her long chocolate hair looked so much more softer and elegant than mine. Her skinny body seemed prettier than my curves.

"Gorgeous?" Niall asked, bringing me back to earth. "C'mon," he said gently with a nudge as he snaked his arm around my waist. I smiled slightly as he led me to our car. Once we all finally piled in, Eli and I in our dresses and the boys in dress pants and dress shirts, we left Harry's house with Louis on the wheel since he was the only one with the license.

Speaking of Louis, we've gotten pretty close these couple of weeks. After that bonfire, something I didn't know about happened. Every time Niall saw us giggling with each other or privately talking, his face would sour up and he'd just shake his head and walked away disapprovingly.

I didn't see what his problem was, since he hasn't asked me out yet. Why is that? I wasn't sure.

Anyways, Lou has proved to be a good listener, a good friend, a good joker, and a good sense of fashion. As girly as that sounds, I know he's as straight as a line because he won't stop yapping about how he really likes this girl but he knows she doesn't feel the same.

How did I respond to that? I told him that she had to like him. Nobody could not like Louis William Tomlinson.

Finally we arrived at this regal restaurant called "Criterion Restaurant." The tables were gold, everything was beautiful. Surely this place was made for the queen!

"Guys! What's this for?!" I shrieked with excitement. A little too loud, may I add. All of the older women and gentlemen hurled stern glances in my way. One even hushed me with his finger. Rude...

Louis, of course, being the oldest of us and least mature, shushed that guy right back, making me giggle. The gentleman, who wasn't so gentle, rolled his eyes harshly and continued to look down at his menu.

As the waitress seated us, Zayn finally answered me. "Happy birthday, Gorgeous!" My mouth formed the shape of an O. Surely I wasn't already sixteen? Today?! We all sat down as I realized why we were here. Eli told them!