I rolled over to face my bed side table, I quickly shut off my alarm, and why is it that everything sounds so much louder when you have just woken up I wondered to myself. It was 11, I had collage at 12 I could feel a headache coming on so I hoped out of bed and dragged myself into the kitchen, found the paracetamol and swallowed the two capsules with ease. I power showered, dried my hair and put it up into a high pony-tail, applied a small amount of make up however I was happy with the way I would look, heading to college. I decided to wear my light wash slightly ripped jeans with a plain white tee, a cream chunky knit cardigan and my black brogues.

Picking up my portfolio and heading out the door, my phone began to ring, incoming call from Niall Horan. I answered ''Hello Mr Horan!'' I could not contain the excitement within my voice, ''Hello beautiful, how are you today?'' he questioned, ''I am very good actually, just off to college, how are you?'' was my reply. ''I am good, I have a thumping headache but the drugs should soon take effect'' he sniggered. ''Oh, you too? I think the paracetamol I took has just started to kick in, so tonight? Are you still available'' I tried not to sound too eager, but I couldn't care less, I wasn't going to lie, I couldn't wait for tonight. ''off course I am still available for tonight, I can't wait, can I pick you up at 6?'' Niall wondered. ''6 sounds great, can I ask where we are going?'' I added. ''we are going for dinner somewhere, just me and you, then back to see the boys for a bit if you like?'' he informed me. ''That sounds beautiful, well I'm at the tube now so, see you later!'' I agreed in a cheery tone. ''Have a good day; see you at 6'' Niall replied. ''and you! Bye'' and with that I hung up on Niall, and made my way down the steps and onto the London Underground.

I sat in class at the London College of Art, listening to Mrs Day explain our next assignment, portraits, yes. We had to do a rough portrait of a group of people, she wanted it to tell a story and for each person being drawn to show characteristics. Instantly I knew that I would talk Niall and the boys into letting me draw them, you can't get more characteristic than one direction. 2 o'clock final came, and I soon found my self back on the tube, my destination, Kensington.

I arrived home and rummaged through my beech kitchen cupboards for a light snack, I settled for a special K bar. Sinking into one of my sofas I pulled my iPhone from my denim pockets and sent replies to a few texts I had received throughout the day, one of which was from Niall, once again explaining he couldn't wait to see me, I cheekily replied 'the feeling is mutual ;)' and turned on the television. Oblivious to my surroundings, I must have been watching 'LA ink' for about an hour now, I looked to the end of the living room toward the modern silver clock upon the wall, 5 past 5, right, time to get ready.

Putting my hair up into a classy up do and applying the hairspray, I admired this hairstyle that my mum had taught me how to create a couple of years back. I re-applied my foundation and powder and enhanced my eyes with mascara, eyeliner and a swipe of shimmering brown shadow was added to each eye. As elegant as I tried to be, putting on tights always seemed to contort my body into the most un-lady like positions! I pulled a black ribbed tube skirt over my black tights and tucked the skirt over a cream blouse. The blouse had ruffled details that hung around my cleavage area. I slipped on my black heels grabbed my bag, and sat down in the living room, waiting for Niall to arrive, it was 5 to 6. It seemed like forever but 5 minuets did eventually passes and Niall was on time. As there was a knock at the door couldn't help but wonder what tonight would bring.

I stepped out of the door and received a peck on the check from Niall who told me that I looked amazing; I loved the sincerity within his voice. We got in the back of the car and were on our way to a restaurant that Niall informed me was in convent garden. All the way there I and Niall spoke about our day, his hand rested gently upon the mid-point of my thigh the whole time. I never felt un-comfortable around Niall and I had only known him for a short while but it felt as if he had been in my life for so much longer. As we stepped out of the car, Niall took my hand and led the way. We made our way into a quaint Italian restaurant 'Bella' I adored the small deep chestnut tables and chairs arranged in twos. Small crystal chandeliers enchanted the ceilings and the lighting they provided created a beautiful atmosphere. Me and Niall sat down in the corner of the restaurant, we ordered drinks, Niall decided to go ahead and get a bottle of champagne, ''celebrating something are we?'' I joked. ''not yet we're not'' he smiled. I became nervous and looked down at my lap; Niall sensed this and reached across the table to my hand which was now delicately rested in his. We sat and talked in-between meals about our childhoods and our favourite things, things that made us tick; I loved getting to know Niall. He was such an interesting person. Niall paid the bill and led me out of the restaurant where we waited for a car to take us back to the boys house, ''I forgot to ask, do could we please stop back at mine, I want to show you something, it will take me a minuet to run up and grab it?'' I asked ''of course, should I be nervous as to what it is or...?'' Niall joke ''no! Not at all'' I replied ''just some of my art'' I smiled. ''sounds cool'' Niall replied. As the car pulled up he kissed me on the lips, the kiss was filled with lust.