I rush into the apartment. The boys are still there, so I don't have to talk to Jayne. I rush through the living room, to the hall. I run into my bedroom, and throw open my closet. I put on my red skinny jeans, with a loose white tank top, with LIVE YOUNG in red lettering. I rush into the bathroom, and plug in my curling iron. I put my hair in a loose bun, with little ringlets by my ears. I apply little eyeliner and eyeshadow, with naked lip gloss. Once I was sure I was ready, I walk out to my bedroom. I plug in my iPod to my speakers. I listen and tidy up my room. I get a text from Niall saying he's outside my door. I grab my little black purse, and walk towards the door.
"Abby, please don't be mad at me." Jayne says, getting up from her chair.
Jayne pulls me into the kitchen.
"Jayne, what do you want?" I ask, kind of irritated. I didn't want to leave Niall alone.
"Uhm I don't think you should go out with him. He's a huge star, and you are a nobody, no offense!! But don't you think this is a little soon to have a boyfriend?"
"Jayne! It's been years!!! Years!!!! I haven't had a boyfriend in years!! I really like Niall and he likes me!"
"But Abbs how do you know he likes you?" I've heard enough. I grab the snacks, and walk into the living room, putting on a smile.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
"Jayne, why don't you want me to have a boyfriend? He told me that he likes me."
"It's just, I-I don't want you to get hurt!!" Jayne says, with tears rolling down her face. I run to give her a hug.
"Aww Jayne. He won't hurt me. He waited forever for me. I know he will be careful with my heart." I hold her close.
There was a knock on the door. We squeal, and I rush to put on my boots, then I open the door. There stands Niall, in a T-shirt, and a Holister shirt.
"Hey Abby," He pulls out a rose. I gasp.
"Aww Niall, thank you." I take the rose.
"Now bring her home on time young man," Jayne pretends to scold.
"Yes ma'am." Niall solutes. I laugh, and pull him away.
It's about noon, so we pull on our sunglasses, link arms, and walk outside. I didn't see any fans outside, but I wasn't really looking at them. I was looking at my date, the boy I've waited years for.
"Abby, it's not nice to stare." Niall snickers. I blush and look down. "That doesn't mean ignore me. I though it was cute. Harder for me to look at you though." I smile.
"So where are we going Niall?" I shy into him, as a couple of drunks walk past. They touched my hair, and tell me I am pretty. It's noon for crying out loud. Niall pulls me closer, and walks me into a little coffee shop. We got two donuts and a large strawberry shake. Niall takes me over to a table, and pulls out a chair. I sit down, and he sits across from me.
"So Niall. What's being famous like?" I ask, as I take off my glasses and put them in my purse.
"Well, it's weird. You are always stalked, always wanted for pictures, and you have crazy schedules." He watches me grab his glasses and put them in my purse. The waitress comes over, and she is a slirt- slut and flirt.
"Here you go baby," she says, winking. She glares at me, and walks away. Niall hands me my donut. We talk about everything under the sun, when the waitress comes back. She 'accidentally' spilled all over my shirt.
"Oh sorry! I didn't mean to spill on your sister," she says. Niall turns to her.
"That is not my sister. This is my date, which you just ruined. I expect a new shake, and a discount, considering you did that on purpose. I'm not interested, if you didn't notice. I would like to talk to your boss please." She walks away, and give me a glare. I stand to go to the bathroom, when Niall stops me.
"Here love, wear this." He hands me his jacket. I smile a thanks, and rush to the bathroom.
I walk out of the bathroom, with Niall's scent all around me. I see Niall talking to a man, and pointing around. I walk over.
"Then she spilled our drink all over my date Ben! I demand her to be fired! Abby didn't even say anything!"
"Alright Niall I will talk to Joe. But I don't know. Brit is a jerk to all the girl customers." He walks away, and Niall turns and sees me.
"Hey. You alright?"
"Ya I'm okay." We walk to a new table, and our drink comes back. We talk and catch up. My purse vibrates. I take out my phone and gasp.