Pinkie Promises

*COMPLETE* Jenny is an 18 year old girl who was best friends with Niall Horan 5 years ago when they were thirteen. But her father dies, and her family has to move to the United States, and she has to leave Niall. Years later she reunites with him, and him and another member of One Direction have a secret crush on her. But later she finds out she has a deadly illness that can kill her any minute. What is she going to do when the stress is just to much on her?

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6. Chapter 5

Niall left me waiting in the car while he went into a Chinese restaurant to get the takeout he had ordered on the way there. He told me we were going to watch movies non-stop, and that we would pig out while we did it. I wasn’t going to say no; he obviously had his heart set on doing it.

My phone vibrated with a text.

So what did Niall plan for you?
It was Harry.

Me: Chinese and movies.

Harry: Oooo romantic! ;)

Me: Shut up, I don’t think that was his intention

Harry: Are you sure?

Me: Yes. Why?

Harry: Not what he said to me.

Me:…What did he say?!

Harry: He asked me for advice on where to take you; I said do what you usually do, but be all flirty. So get ready! :P

Me: Wow Harry.

I shoved my phone in my pocket when Niall came back to the car, opening the door and quickly getting in, handing me the bag with our food. “It’s starting to rain out there.” He said, wiping the top of his now wet head, and started the car.

“Perfect for movies then, right?” I said, feeling the warmth of the food through the paper bag, smelling the fried food.

“Yes.” He said with a smile, starting the car and driving toward his flat.

He didn’t talk on the ride home, and I could tell he was thinking. What was he thinking about? About what to say to me tonight over dinner? Was he thinking up some cheesy pick-up lines? It wouldn’t surprise me if he did…

We got to the flat, setting the bag down on the table and ripping it open to get out the cartons of food. “Go choose a movie.” I said, getting two plates and starting to dip the food up evenly. He nodded, scooting over to the TV and looking at his assortment of DVDs.

“Does Grease sound good?” He said, picking it up and looking at the back.

“Of course!” I giggled, knowing he would choose Grease. I found a couple forks and set the plates on the coffee table, sitting down on the couch. He slipped the DVD in, sitting down next to me as soon as he turned up the volume. He picked up his plate, finding a Crab Rangoon and dipping it in some sauce.

I twirled some low main on to my fork, waiting for the movie to start.

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