Being Told You're Beautiful

Practical.. nice.. comfortable... Sorry what?

I was stressing out. It was 1:58pm. Mum and Dad were out at work, and I was currently in the midst of a sea of clothes, complaining I had nothing to wear.

Which I didn't, obviously.

I had had a leisurely morning, had a wee lie in, had a shower, washed my hair, had breakfast, brushed my teeth, and make up on all with good time to spare. (Hane's tip of the day - brush your teeth before putting on make up. Trust me, if you don't, you'll have to re-do your chin all over again.)

So altogether a thoroughly relaxing morning singing my heart out, before BAM.

Nothing to wear. Cue emergency situation status.

I had tried calling Cath, she knew my wardrobe better than me, but she was busy and actually quite snappy. How rude.  

I suppose it was quite early for her, she was NOT a morning person haha.

Practical but nice but comfortable. Practical but nice. Yet comfortable.

Practical but nice but comfortable.

What in flaming chicken famine did that mean?

Ramming my hands through my (still) uncontrollable mess of yellow on my head I called hair, I settled for tights, American flag shorts, my favourite trusty top (it's so cool honestly) and Doc Martens.

I wasn't even caring anymore.

Well, in truth I was, but I wasn't about my appearance. I would never be happy with it, but it would have to do.

2:03pm.

Crappy crappy crap crap crap flaming mushrooms. I grabbed my key, phone and purse (thank Chezza and Basha for pockets) and a hoodie before chucking every item of clothing I owned inside my wardrobe, only just managing to shut the door. It would have to do. I slammed my window shut, noticing it was raining. "Yellow raincoat it is then." I said to my cat, who had wandered up to my room to see what all the commotion was about.

I heard a door slam.

Normally a normal occurrence. However, I knew it was Niall.

I just KNEW okay?!

I ran down the stairs, as gracefully yet quickly as I could (lol basically I looked like a backwards sleepwalking rabbit) to open the door, throwing my yellow coat over the banister as I rushed past to get to the door.

And I opened it.

"Hello there, is your mum or dad home? I represent a new security system company and I-" I cut him off, thoroughly annoyed. 

"No, they aren't, you may well be but frankly I have no use for it and please don't call again, as you will meet the same reaction regardless of who you ask within this household, so please refrain from calling here again. Thank you!" And with a bright smile, I slammed the door in his face.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't Niall. IT COULD HAVE BEEN THOUGH OKAY?

*Niall's POV*

I parked the car a little way up from her house, a van was in front of her driveway.

Checking my appearance was acceptable, I slung on my snapback and shut the car door, and strolled along to Hane's.

I sounded like I came here all the time. I mean, hopefully I would, and we could be perfect together and we cou-

I stopped myself. 'Pull yourself together man!' I screamed internally, it was not cool or decent to think like that when we had only met yesterday. Well, met in person.

As I rounded the corner of her drive, I saw a flash of yellow hair as she opened the door. Not to me though.

To a salesman. As I got closer I could here her. "...don't call again, as you will meet the same reaction regardless of who you ask within this household, so please refrain from calling here again. Thank you!" And with that, she slammed the door in his face.

Poor guy.

But oh my, how intensely beautiful she looked when she was angry. Light seemed to radiate from her.

And yes, that was exaggerated by her hair colour. Which was gorgeous.

Instead of ringing the doorbell, I knocked.

Actually, I knocked a drum beat of one of our songs. I didn't think she'd get it but it was fun anyway. She opened the door a crack, suspicious.

"Sorry! I was so worried it was that ghastly salesman again!" She was flustered. And cute.

"Aaah yes, I saw your mini rant there. Quite impressive, I must say." I smirked at her, to be met with a bashful smile dancing upon her crimson lips.

"Just let me put my shoes and coat on, and I'm ready to go." She sat down on the foot of the stairs, as she thrust her shoes on and grabbed a bright yellow south wester jacket.

Have I mentioned how cute she was?

Soon enough she was ready to go, and we headed to the car. It was a rental, so it was quite small. Comfy enough though.

I opened the door for her, acting as a chauffeur. "If you would care to step this way Mademoiselle?" I joked.  

"Why how kind of you, Monsieur." She replied, playing along.

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Sorry, brain/ emotional filter broke down momentarily.

Once inside, I started to drive. "Where are we going?" She asked shyly, fiddling with the radio dial. "That is for me to know, and you to find out" I replied.

"You don't know do you?" She cocked her head to the side, examining me.

Dayum this girl was good.

"No, no. Not really." I replied, ashamed at my lack of organisation. Great way to start a sort of date thing.

Not.

"Excellent. I do love adventures!" She turned to smile at me. A proper smile, something that conveys true contentment and happiness.

And I smiled back, and drove on.