Niall Horan For a Week

Niall Horan for a Reunion

***Ollie***

"Ollie!" Kennedy screamed from the hallway. "We're going on this damned trip for you, the least you could do is be ready on time!"

I let out a small giggle as I checked myself out in the mirror, one more time before grabbing ahold of the door handle. It had been four months since I had seen Niall and the boys in person. Four months of not knowing whether he still liked me or not, was beginning to drive me insane.

Of course I knew he still liked me, he was always the one to call me first, and he did so whenever he could find the time. However, I was worried that he didn't like me the way I liked him. Its funny how the roles seem to have turned isn't it? He was originally the one hoping that I would be with him, and now I'm desperately in love with him.

I hadn't told him that last part yet, but I'm pretty sure that Louis and Harry knew. Hah, Louis and Harry, they were my best guy friends (shh don't tell Liam or Zayn, their feelings would be hurt. I love them too, but everyone has their favorites). They also happened to be my personal spies when Lulu and Kennedy forced me to move back into the apartment because, and I quote, they were "driving each other insane!"
So I asked the boys to keep an eye on Niall and report back to me if he fell in love with another girl.

Yep, I was self-conscious about him falling for someone else, but come on; he has billions of girls that would have sex with him within seconds of him just saying the word, while I didn't believe in pre-marital sex.

I'm a bummer, aren't I?

Anyway, I was worried that Niall would leave me for someone prettier, smarter, funnier, sexier or whatever, because I'm just an awkward ball of shit.
"I haven't seen Niall in four months thanks to you two; you can wait an extra five minutes for me!" I yelled back, as I grabbed my bag that sat beside the door. I checked myself in the mirror one more time, before leaving the room.

My terms to moving back into the apartment with the girls were simple. One, I got the biggest room to myself, seeing as I was the only one of us that actually had a decent job (I was a free-lance nanny, and I got a minimum of $700 dollars a week. On very good weeks, my maximum pay was $5,000, because I charged a minimum of $100 every day. I wouldn't hire me, personally, because I'm so damn expensive, but I'm great with kids [especially kids with mental disorders, like down syndrome or autism], and even better with parents. I guess you could say I had a steady and decent paying job, while Kennedy worked at Starbucks, and Lulu was a part time librarian), and was practically paying for the whole place myself. Two, Kennedy bought me Starbucks and ice cream whenever I was sad, or on my period, or just randomly craving it. Three, Lulu had to clean my room, because she was organized, and I was a slob. And last but certainly not least, at the end of the tour, both Lu and Ken had to take a trip with me and the boys. Only one week long, and they weren't allowed to complain.

I guess they really were driving each other insane, because they agreed to all of my terms without even thinking twice about it.

They had been faithful to their side of the deal, until that week. They were going on the trip with me and the boys, but they did nothing but complain about it.

I guess I should have seen it coming, but they should have too! They knew I was planning revenge on them for the whole, "Niall Horan for a Day" thing. However, that one little contest to spend a day with Niall, allowed me to win the best year of my life. I spent months on tour with the boy I was in love with.

I know what you might be thinking. Actually, there are several things that you might be thinking and I might not even guess it, but I'll give two guesses. One, "Months on tour? How'd you manage that? Not even their families can come on tour with the boys, let alone a random girlfriend!" or possibly two, "You're in love with him? Aren't we all, sister?"