It All Started With A Brownie

Actually, it starts with two.
Susie gets up one morning and makes a load of brownies. 250, in fact. She and her friends don't know what to do with them so they decide to sell them - outside their apartment. A guy comes along, hood up, blue eyes and soft blonde hair. He keeps his face hidden, but when Susie sees him properly, it's Niall Horan, her celebrity crush. Can Susie keep her secret hidden from her friends, or will the truth come out?


19. Long Time, No See


Howdy partners! Ahh, please read note at the end, it is so cool!!

Susie's POV

After I became Niall's official girlfriend, there was nothing in the world that could make me unhappy. I felt like everything was, is, perfect now, and my relationship with Niall is really strong. It seems that I was completely wrong about what Niall thought of me, all the doubts in my mind are cleared up, and all I want to do is stay with my boyfriend in his apartment, kissing him and feeling his need for me. 

But I can't. All too soon, Niall tells me that he has to go to the studios, and that he will be needed there Monday, as well, so I can't see him till Tuesday.

Two whole days without my Irish leprechaun, however will I survive?

My head is spinning with the delight and happiness inside it, and my first thought after I leave Niall is that I really need to talk to one of my close friends right now.

I either had the option of going straight back to my apartment and telling the girls, or going to a friend that I hadn't seen in a little while.

Deciding that I would pay her a visit, I dialled Charlotte Leaver's number and prayed that she picked up. Luckily for me, she did, with an extremely excitable tone.


"Hi, Charlotte!" Charlotte had been a friend of mine at my secondary school, but we hadn't really become that close until sixth form, where we both ended up boarding and were put together in the same dorm. 

After a few awkward days of not really knowing what to say to one another, we suddenly found that actually, there were quite a lot of things we had in common. For example, we were in the same biology class together, and had the same interests in: music, clothing style etc. and would often go into Reading or London to shop together.

Every night we would stay up chatting about many random things, and she could always make me laugh. The best thing though, was that we adored reading fanfics and other books on a site called Wattpad, and read many great novels that later became available in bookshops. At one point, Charlotte and I thought of writing one, just for a laugh, but soon gave up on the idea after becoming engrossed in studying for exams.

After sixth form, we both chose different paths and went to different universities, which was very sad for both of us, to know that we weren't going to be able to see as much of each other, but in fact, we met up quite a lot, about once every few months. Charlotte knew Annabel, Zara and Liv from the school as well, so it was nice for them to see old friends.

"So, how are you?" Charlotte asked and I smiled. She was always wanting to know how people were, what they were up to, and how their life was going, and I enjoyed that. It meant that whenever I saw her, I knew there would be no awkward moments when you don't really know if you should tell the other person what's been going on in your life, or when you can't think of anything to say. 

I guess most of my friends are like that, always talking, never wanting a dull moment, and I classed myself as one of those people too.

"I'm really good, thanks. And, Charlotte, do you think I could come over today, if that's possible?" I winced as I said this, not wanting to sound rude by inviting myself over, but prefering to talk to her in person, not over the phone.

"Yeah, sure. I'm free right now. Pop over and I'll put the kettle on. I haven't seen you in ages!" My adoring friend replied and I grinned, walking over to the car and starting the engine.

"Great, I'll be there in around an hour." Hanging up, I thought about the route to Cambridge, the place that Charlotte lived. She went to Cambridge Uni, and, being the clever one, had rented an apartment near the University. Me, being the 'not thinking ahead' one, had gone and received a place at Oxford before buying an apartment along with the girls.

In London.

Very clever, Susie, very clever.

Even though it was going to take me a long time to get to Charlotte's, I didn't really mind, as I enjoyed car journeys, listening to music and watching the scenery go by as I relaxed in my beautiful car that I had worked so hard to get.

Nope, I didn't mind at all.

The time passed quickly and the outside world flew past. Eventually when I got to Charlotte's, it was three in the afternoon and the sun was now shining bright in the sky. How weird was the English weather?

I hopped out of the car after parking outside a block of flats, and eagerly made my way over to Charlotte's block. Buzzing the intercom, I pulled my blouse down over my jeans and waited patiently for my friend to let me in. When she did, I pushed the door and it opened for me, revealing Charlotte's apartment door on the other side of the corridor. 

I must have been quite noisy coming in, because as soon as I was about to knock on her door, it was opened, revealing a very smiley Charlotte.

"Susie!" She greeted me with a big hug and a kiss on either cheek.

"How are you doing, Charlotte? Long time no see." 

The blonde haired, 19 year old girl pulled me inside and closed the door behind us. "I'm doing good, thank you. Sit down, make yourself at home. I'll just go and get the tea."

I nodded and made my way over to the sofa, before removing a chunky book and a random pair of sunglasses. Admiring her lounge, probably the tidiest room of them all, I spotted several new photo frames on her mantelpiece. Walking over, I found that all three of them were connected.

In the first one, Charlotte sat with her younger sister, Abbie. It looked from the picture as if Charlotte was fifteen at the time the photo was taken. Abbie had the same dirty blonde hair as Charlotte back then, and she looked different in the more recent photos I had seen when she had it dyed brown. Abbie was a realy girly-girl, and being three years younger than Charlotte, she looked up to her older sister a lot.

The second one, a more recent photo, contained a picture of Abbie in hospital, wires attached to her body. She looked incredibly pale, and her fringe had been roughly cut off. The poor girl was sitting up in the hospital bed, but she looked tired and upset. I wondered why Charlotte had this picture of her little sister. It was quite upsetting.

Pictured in the last photo was Charlotte and Abbie, again, and this time in the garden. The two girls were playing with a football, and Charlotte seemed to be desperately trying to help Abbie, now in a wheelchair, to kick the ball.

I turned at the sound of Charlotte bringing in two mugs of tea and a tin of biscuits.

"Sorry." I started, "I didn't mean to pry."

She shrugged and smiled, "It's fine, you can do whatever you want."

Charlotte didn't seem sad in the slightest, and I didn't want to bring up the subject of Abbie, but I was intrigued. Was she okay?

"Um, Charlotte? I hope you don't mind me asking, but, is Abbie all right?" 

My friend put down the items in her hands and nodded. "Yeah, she's fine now. Thanks for asking."

"What happened?" I asked and she smiled sadly.

"It was about five months ago now, in February. When it was really cold. Abbie had gone into Reading to get a new hat."

I smiled at the thought. Charlotte's sister had always been obsessed with hats.

"She was walking down the main road, apparently taking selfies on her phone to send snapchats to all her friends. Unfortunately she was so wrapped up like most teenagers are nowadays in their phones, that she didn't see the ice, and fell really badly."

My eyes widened in surprise and shock. "Oh, poor thing!"

Charlotte nodded, then carried on with her story. "Yeah, even worse, she was near some houses that had iron gates and when she slipped, her head smacked into the bars, causing concussion. Before she slipped, Abbie had been standing in quite an odd position, to try and look cool in the photo, I guess, and slipping on the ice meant she landed in a bad way."

"That's awful, Charlotte." I commented. The pain in my friend's eyes as she remembered what happened made me upset. Charlotte was never sad, she was always the happy one that couldn't stop laughing.

"I know. She fractured her arm and broke her leg in three places, so that's why she had to be in a wheelchair. My little sister should be out of it in about a month, though, and I put the pictures up, because, you never really know what you have until you come close to losing them. I mean, I didn't really, because apart from the broken bones and concussion, Abbie was fine, but the doctors said it could have been a lot worse. If the people who owned that house hadn't found her, she could have lapsed into a coma. So that's why I'm taking nothing for granted, and I'm going to keep adding to my collection of pictures."

I hugged Charlotte before taking her hand and sitting her down on the sofa. "Why didn't you ring and tell me? I could have come down, helped you out."

Charlotte shook her head forcefully. "No, I know how much you like Abbie, and I didn't want to worry you. We had our exams, after all, and it would have been terrible if I interrupted your revision by making you come down."

"I wouldn't have minded, seriously, it would have been fine." I tried to reason with my friend, but she shook her head once more.

"Nope. Well, she's better now, so let's hear what you've been up to!"

I grinned and told her all about Niall. How we met when I sold him brownies, how our relationship had grown from there, from my first date with him to the kiss, and all my doubts and worries that I had had. When she heard that I was now dating him, her mouth gaped and she squealed in excitement.

"Ah, wow, Susie! That's brilliant. My best friend dating one of the biggest popstars on the planet? That's crazy!"

After a few hours of talking about what had been going on in our lives, Charlotte glanced down at her watch and her eyes widened. "Oh my God, I didn't realise we had talked for so long!"

I looked back at the clock in the lounge and laughed. It was a quarter to eight, and the rush hour would be terrible, going from Oxford to London. It would take me well over two hours to get back, and most of that would be spent sitting in a traffic jam all the way up the motorway.

Pondering my options, I decided it would be best if I stayed in a hotel somewhere. "I'm so sorry, Charlotte. Look, I'll find a hotel and leave you in peace."

"No! You can stay here for the night. Don't want to be messing around trying to get a last minute hotel booked at this time of night. C'mon, please stay. We still have so much to talk about, and I'll cook you supper." Charlotte looked at me pleadingly and I begrudgingly gave in, actually quite pleased to be staying somewhere familiar and not in a nasty, run-down motel.

"I'll just ring Annabel, and then I'll help you with dinner."

After answering Niall's texts saying that he missed me, and would I please come over on Tuesday, I rung Annabel and told her the news about my new boyfriend and how I wasn't going to be coming back to our apartment tonight, before hanging up and turning back to Charlotte.

"Right, let's get cooking!"


Aw, poor Abbie *sniff sniff*

Hey, here's my cool note:

Basically, on Wednesday, me and Annabel went to this festival thing in my town (it's really big and loads of people come) and there was this thing called Osadia and they are Spanish hairdressers who do really weird things to your hair, like dying it and weird shapes and stuff. So me and Annabel got our hair done, and it looked really cool, they did face paint on us too, and OMG it was amazing! Mine was a rose bush all over my head and there was a horse right in the middle, and Annabel's looked like something from the Hunger Games, in the Capital (if you know what their hair looks like, then you'll get the idea).

And we felt so famous because literally everyone came up and took photos of us, magazines newspapers, randomers, etc etc. 

Then....we met this American guy called Mark Newson and he was the nicest man i've ever met, and really funny and everything and he thought our British accents were funny, so we tried to do American accents, which I wasn't too good at.

And then he told us that he worked for the Beach Boys, who were performing at the Festival, and he was the sound guy. So we were like OMGGGG for ages and then he took us to MEET the Beach Boys, who are like an older version of 1D and they were amazing and all Americany and wonderful, and we got their autographs and everything.

Woah, I'm running out of breath now.

Then, when the concert started, we waved to Mark and he invited us to go into the sound box, so we had our own little raised bit which had a great view of the stage, dancing to all these songs, and it was such a amaaazing night :)

So, yeah, I can't really explain it very well because you kind of have to be there, but all you need to know is that it was wonderful and that Americans have cool accents and they pronounce their vowels correctly :)

Okay, hope you enjoyed the chapter, see you on the next one!!


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