The first time I saw him, walking up the corridoor, wearing black Ray Bans and a beenie. His black tight skinny jeans, tight around his legs, and plain white baggy t-shirt. it turned me on. The way he had his sleeves rolled up, feeling confident about starting a new school. To confident. I never thought it would get to here. Where I am now. Never in my wildest dreams. He was the new boy of the school, and he picked me out of all the other girls. Me? No boy has ever done that. I always used to watch him at the back of the classroom, talking to him self, and playing with his dirtyblonde/brown hair. I think it may of been dyed. And then he'd glance at me and realize that I had been staring at him. It was awkward I guess. But now it's not that awkward at all now. We became best friends. Really close. But never a couple. He's more like a brother to me. "Hey" was the first word he had ever said to me, and I had butterflies in my stomach immediently. "Hey, Skylar" and then we were best friends.
Today was Saturday. Which meant no school! But also meant no him. No Niall. I'll see him on Monday anyway. I was sat on the sofa, watching my favourite TV series Friends. I love it so much! Then for some reason, the channel changed to the news.
News report on TV
"a fifteen year old girl, who is named as Aurora Jane, was taken from a party at midnight, when her and her friends went outside to get some fresh air, by an unidentified man. It happened in the early hours of Saturday morning a few weeks ago. The man, who is not named for several reasons, was spotted at twelve thirty in the morning, carrying the girl's body into his appartment. No evidence of what has happened to her has not been found, but if you know anything about it, or has seen her with the man, please ring this number."
That was srange, wasn't it. I didn't press any buttons on the remote, did I? I felt my phone vibrate on the sofa, telling me I had recieved a message.
Hey Skylar. Fancy going out for dinner tonight?xx
Sure Ni, what time?xx
I'll come and pick you up from yours at 6 xx
Okayy, see you at 6 :) xx
:) and wear something pretty babe, i've got a suprise for ya ;) xxx
My thoughts about wering something pretty, meant wearing a dress. And I hate wearing dresses! The only pretty thing that I have ever worn is probarly my black mini skirt with a black t-shirt. I never like to wear anything too fancy. And Niall knows that.
"Niall I don't have anything pretty"
"Yeah you do, a pretty face"
"Ha-ha, very funny. But no pretty clothes"
"Just wear anything. You look pretty in everything, babe"
So I guess I'm going to be wearing my black skinny jeans, the usual haha, but then I'll find a pretty top that goes with it. My pink floral t-shirt will do. I hope its 'pretty' enough for Niall. "Just wear anything. You look pretty in everything, babe"
At 5 o'clock I decided to take a shower, as Niall was coming to pick me up in an hour. I spent about 15 minutes in the shower, washing my hair, and body. I also shaved my legs, just in case, you know, anything happens, which isn't. When I had finished, I jumped out, putting a towel around my body, and a different one around my hair. Then I brushed my teeth, and I did it twice today, because I didn't want to have a bad breath going out with my bestfriend. Once I had came out of the bathroom, it was already half 5. I couln't of taken that long! I pulled open my under wear draw and put on a matching pair red lacy under wear and bra. My favourite colour. I pulled up my black skinny jeans over m legs and hips and buttoned them up. Then I pulled out my pink floral t-shirt from my cupboard and put that on. It came up to the top of my belly button. I let my brown hair loose from the towel, brushed it and dryed it with my hair dryer until it was bone dry. I came down to the middle of my back. Not too long, not too short.
Once my hair was dryed, and I had put it up in a messy bun like I normaly do, I put on a thin layer of mascara, and some fondation. I know how bad Niall hates it's when I wear make-up, but I feel self conscious about the way I look. You're beautiful with out make-up is what he always says when he spotts me with make-up on. Once I had put my make-up on, I slipped on my black Converse and skipped downstairs, with my clutch bag in my hand. I looked at my phone at the time was o'clock. Oh, Niall should be here now!
I waited by the door for a few minutes, waiting for any sound. But there was nothing. I felt my phone vibrate.
I'll be here in 5 minutes okay babe. sorry im late xx
Okay, no worries Ni xx
So I waited for five minutes, then I heard his Range Rover pull up outside. I already had butterflies in my stomach and I hadn't even seen him yet! He knocked on the door and I jumped. I unlocked the door and opened it, to find Niall standing there smiling, carrying a bunch of red roses. He was wearing his normal clothes. I was actually quite suprised, because I thought he was going to dress up smart like he normaly does on a date, but no, not tonight. He had blonde hair spiked up with gel, like he normaly does.
"Hey, Skylar. You look really nice" He smiled, looking me up and down.
"Same ww-i-ith you, Niall" I stuttered. God, I was getting nervous already!
"You ready?" He asked. I nodded.
"Lets go then" he said, turning around to walk to his car.
I think tonight will be good. Especially as I was spending it with Niall.