Tonight's Cloudy Sky (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

A very wise man once said that- when it came to life- you never knew what you were going to get. It's a sort of philosophy for Amelia, who's experienced her fair share of downs and is currently waiting for the ups. And when they finally do come to her... well, what goes up must come back down.


7. Sorry, Ariel


Because of the money problems I had at home, my room was never the most extravagant. I knew that I was lucky to get what I was given, so I never complained. But deep down inside of me, I had always wanted a room fit for a princess. And now I had one.

I stood in the doorway, my heart in my throat. Tears filled my eyes and I slowly shook my head in disbelief. It was beautiful; it looked like someone had taken a page out of a magazine and remade it. My room was perfect.

Almost everything was white, but there was a constant splash of light turquoise throughout the room. And usually, when you imagine a mainly white room, you think modern, but this looked old and vintage. And I love vintage. An old, run-down, and slightly messy home with children running around and laughter filling the air was my idea of paradise. I loved it when a house looked like good memories taken place there.

I stepped forward into the room, my hand over my mouth. I was holding my breath and didn’t dare to blink. I wanted to remember every single detail of this room- the beautiful bed with the ornate headboard, the flowers on top of the dresser, and the massive window that showed a picturesque view of London.

(A/N: room showed in sidebar!)

I ran into the middle of the room and did a spin, raising my hands above my head. I let out a squeal of excitement and fell onto the white carpet. I lie on my back and put my hands behind my head; I stare at the ceiling and so many thoughts are running through my head. I was thinking about how perfect my life is, how much run this week is going to be, how I’m going to see One Direction-

It hit me like a train.

I, Amelia McCarthy, was going to see One freaking Direction at the end of the week. One Direction!

I sat up,reenergized by the thought. I’m going to see One Direction in concert!

I wrung my hands, not knowing what to do with all this energy inside of me. I looked around, desperate to find something to distract me, even if it was for only a few minutes. I glanced over at the desk that was right underneath the window and decided that, if I was to find something to do, it would probably be over there. I stood up and sprinted to the desk. I couldn’t help it- I was too excited about meeting those five boys that my world revolved around.

I looked around on the desk, but there was only a lamp, a pencil cup, and a vase of flowers. I moved the chair in front of it and sat down; I opened the drawers and stuck my hand in to see if I could find anything in there, but all my hand could feel was the cool surface of wood. I shut the drawer- but with a bit too much force- and I held my breath, waiting to see if anyone would say anything. After a few seconds of silence, I sighed and gave the desk a gently pat to apologize.

I let out a huff when I couldn’t find anything to do, so I slouched back in the seat. What was there to do in this apartment? And then I realized- I had no idea. I had only been here for an hour at the most.

It was time to go exploring.

I got up and pushed the chair in carefully and did an once-over to make sure I hadn’t damaged the desk too much. From what I could tell, it looked in good shape still. I spun around and looked at my room again and I was full of pride. If only my past self could see me now. I was in London with my four best friends, and we were living the dream.

I walked over to the bed and rested my hand on it; I had to remember what it looked like now, because this was probably going to be the cleanest it’ll be while I’m living here. I wasn’t a complete slob, but I had a tendency to get lazy and not bother cleaning up after myself.

I grinned to myself as I imagined what this week was going to be like. It was, obviously, going to be hectic. Meredith had told me many times on the drive here that she was dying to go shopping with me now that I actually had money, and Ariel kept begging to go see Prometheus soon. I was quick to tell her that there was no way on Earth I was watching that. I absolutely hate scary movies.

Even with all of these things planned for this week, I had a weird feeling. It wasn’t a bad feeling, but that doesn’t mean that it was good. I don’t know- I just felt like this week was really special. And I don’t mean that I was going to buy a new purse that I really love. I had a feeling that something that happens this week is going to change my life forever.

I had a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, telling me that I should me extremely excited, yet incredibly cautious, of what is coming my way. I didn’t like that feeling.

I closed my eyes and absentmindedly ran my fingers over the soft, white duvet as I tried to think of what could happen. I tuned out the traffic outside and the sounds of the girls unpacking their stuff in the other rooms as I closed my eyes and stood beside my bed. Without thinking, I found myself swaying gently and humming tune. I recognized the song immediately- whenever I was depressed or sad, I would hum Once Upon A December from the movie Anastasia. Even since I saw that movie when I was a little girl, I could never really get that song out of my head. I started to sing softly and I backed away from the bed; I raised my hands in front of me and twirled around as if I was dancing with someone.

“Dancing bears, painted wings,

Things I almost remember.

And a song, someone sings,

Once upon a December.

Someone hold me safe and warm,

Horses prance through a silver storm,

Figures dancing gracefully,

Across my memory.”

I hummed the instrumental and continued to dance around my room, pretending that I was a princess. I had always wanted to be the main character in a princess movie- the idea that someone would want to be with me, even though I wasn’t worthy of them, was highly intoxicating. It didn’t have to be a prince that falls in love me, but that didn’t mean that someone couldn’t treat me like I was a princess. That probably sounds very snobby and greedy of me, but I wanted to matter to someone.

I reached the end of the song and opened my eyes. I found myself facing the window and I looked outside at the busy streets of London. I leaned against the desk and my focus shifted so I was looking at the actual window, not at the view. I studied my reflection and as I looked at myself I realized how average I was. I wasn’t beautiful like Janessa, spunky like Ariel, gorgeous like Meredith or perfect like Mattie.

I have been reassured many times by the girls that I was flawless and indescribably pretty, but, the more I studied myself, the more uncertain I was. I knew I was pretty- I was lucky enough to get good genes from my mother- but I’m not sure I would be categorized under the “flawless” or “indescribably pretty” category.

I had blonde hair and greens eyes, my lips were a decent shape and my teeth were well taken care of, my nose was okay, and I wasn’t overweight.

I straightened up and placed my hands by my side, giving myself a final glance. I was good enough.

As I was about to turn and walk out of my room, I caught something in the reflection on the window. I spun around and saw Janessa standing in my doorway. She was leaning against the doorway with her hands behind her back; she was studying the ground now, but I knew she was looked at me earlier.

“How long have you been there?” I asked, embarrassed. How much has she seen?

She glanced up at me, smiling. It wasn’t that she found this funny- Janessa was just the kind of girl who smiled throughout every emotion. She had a smile for everything.

“A couple of minutes. I came to see your room.”

I felt heat creep up my neck. I was a blushing kind of girl- I blushed if a boy even looked my direction.

“So, you saw…” I waved my hands around my room, unable to admit out loud that I had been dancing around my room with an imaginary prince.

“Yeah.” She shifted so she was standing straight. Her baggy shirt fell loosely off her shoulders, but it didn’t look tacky. Janessa had a style like no other- she always wore big, yet stylish shirts, and tight jeans and simply shoes. Today, she donned a beige v-neck, ¾ sleeve top, a purple stripped tank and light blue skinny jeans. She paired it with her usual black flats and a floral bracelet; it was very bizarre how it didn’t match perfectly, but she made it seem like it did.

“Have you been to see the others yet?” I asked her, trying to forget that she had just caught me dancing with myself.

“Just Meredith so far. She’s getting bored and antsy.”

“We should probably do something then.”

Janessa’s eyes lit up and her small smile grew bigger. “Can we go shopping?” She rocked forward so she was standing on her tiptoes, which is what she always does when she’s anticipating an answer.

My stomach growled and I laughed. “Only if we get something to eat first.”

She squeals and runs out of my room and down the hall, I watch as she disappears around the corner. Janessa sure was something else, and I waited for the day when she met a boy who reached the standards I had placed for her long ago.

I left my room, making sure to turn off the lights and shut the door behind me. I turn the corner and on my left I come across an open door. I peek inside and find Ariel’s room- which already has her marked everywhere. Her posters are up and her clothes are unsurprisingly thrown all over the place. I spot Ariel lying on her bed; I laugh when I see how she’s lying. Her arms and legs are sprawled out and her face is in the pillow, the slow rise and fall of her back shows that she’s either asleep or about to be.

“Hey, Ariel? You okay? We’re about to go out.”

She said something, but it was muffled by the pillow. To me, it just sounded like a lot of sounds.

“Ariel, I can’t hear you.”

She said it again, but she hasn’t moved so it sounds exactly the same.

“Ariel! I can’t understand you with if your face is in the pillow.”

She rolled over and looked at me, barely able to keep her eyes open. “I said,” she yelled. “This bed is really comfortable and I don’t wanna move!” Ariel rolled back over and moaned.

I have known Ariel for quite some time. I know that there is very little I can do to wake her up. Meredith, on the other hand… well that’s a whole different story. Meredith could wake up a coma patient.

I slowly backed out of Ariel’s room and across the hallway to Meredith’s room. I knocked on her door and it immediately popped open, revealing a very giddy Meredith.

“What can I do you for?” She asked in a very bad American accent, probably mocking me.

“Ariel won’t get up and we’re going out soon.”

She grinned evilly and rubbed her hands together, letting out a wicked cackle. “Ariel won’t know what hit her.” She strutted out of her room and into Ariel’s. I stayed in the hallway, not wanting to be there when the crime was committed. I knew now that we were going to get a lot of grief from Mattie about this later.

I didn’t hear anything for a while, and I wondered what was taking Meredith so long. Then, I heard the soft trickle of water presumably coming from Ariel’s on-suite, and I realized what Meredith was going to do.

“Sorry, Ariel.” I whispered to myself as I heard a splash of water and Ariel scream.

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