Mr. Perfect

My name is Samantha. My mum is always meeting guys and thinking that they're 'the one' and is never around, so we're always moving to different places and I'm always having to make new friends. When I reach the last year of high school and (hopefully) the last school, I meet a boy who changes my life forever. Niall.


9. The Preparation

The week had gone so fast for me. It was already Friday afternoon, and the bell signalling the end of the day was about to go off.

My week was pretty great. Nothing special happened, just hung out with Shay and smiled at Niall whenever I got the chance.

He still hadn't told me when or where we were going, but he'd figure it out.


"I'll see you kids on Monday!" Mr Ross yelled as we all ran out of his classroom.

As I was walking to my locker, I felt a light brush on my shoulder and thought it was Shay so I kept walking. Suddenly, that light brush turned into a hard tap. I turned around angrily to see Niall with a wide smile plastered on his face. I noticed only then how straight his teeth were. I wondered if he'd had braces before.

"I'll pick you up tonight. Please, don't wear anything too fancy, it's not going to be too great."

"Okay, see you at seven."

He walked passed me and gave me a light kiss on the cheek. His lips were so incredibly smooth, and as much as I wanted to turn so we were kissing on the lips, I couldn't.

Shay and I finally got up to the top level on the elevator and hugged. She knew how excited I was about tonight, and she wished me good luck.

I ran into my apartment completely ignoring everyone. I needed to be ready soon, it was already four! I stopped for a second and realised I was overthinking this, as usual. I took a deep breath, looked at myself in the mirror and changed what had to be fixed.

With in an hour my face was done. I had just enough mascara on to bring out the sky blue pigment in my eyes. I put on a tiny bit of liquid eyeliner for the cherry on top. I didn't feel the need for any lipstick or anything like that, so I just needed to do my hair and get changed. I wore my hair down and wavy, as usual. I decided to put on a singlet which cut off just before my belly button and slipped on a skirt which covered the rest of my stomach. I put on my usual black vans and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked alright.

It was then I heard a knock at the door.

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