Dark Niall (Editing)

A Date With The Devil

As those simple words are said I automatically knew who the person was. I don't speak for a few minutes. My heart pounds out of my chest and my hands start to sweat. "How..... How the Hell did you get my number!" He chuckles before answering.
"Hmm.. Lets see" He pauses before continuing his sentence. "Ooh. Let's play a game called Who Gave Niall Paris's Number!"

I can't believe he is doing this! "I don't want to play your stupid game!" Niall huffs from the other side of the phone. "Aww you're no fun. Maybe I could give you a hint" He clears his throat. "This person is one of the many people you hate. This person might even live with you." His voice deepens. "Ringing any bells?"

Before Niall could say another word it hit me. "Caleb" I ball up my fits as his name slips through my lips. "Ding.. Ding. Good job princess." He chuckles softly. I can't believe Caleb would do such a thing; wait yeah I can, he probably found out that I hate Niall and gave him my number just to cause a fight. "Whatever you have my fucking number. What do you want?" I ask angrily. Niall sighs before speaking. "Why are you always so angry? Can We just have a normal conversation like civil adults here?." I laugh.
"A civil conversation with you? Haha. Now tell me what you really want" My words harsh.

Niall is silent for a second. Honestly I thought he had ended the call but with my luck he began to talk again. "We are going out tonight" He demands. I laugh again. "Who the hell do you think you are?" I shout loudly making sure he hears every single word. He yells back but nothing he says is in English. "Ignore all of that yelling" He says before clearing his throat. "I had asked your mother hours ago if I could take you out tonight and she said yes so get dressed, I'm picking you up at 7:00. Wear something nice." And with that he ends the phone call.

I can believe this is happening! He already has my family wrapped around his little finger. I jump up from my sitting position and I pace back and forth across my room. What am I supposed to do? I can't go out with him alone especially with what happened earlier today! What if it happens again? Maybe I can get out of this somehow. I could.... pretend to be sick. No.... that's basic. Ummm maybe fake my own death? No no that's too crazy. I mean I could break own legs so I physically can't go. Yeahhh I'm screwed.

Knowing that I have been defeated by the one and only Niall Horan, I slowly put on items of clothing making sure I really take my time. Let's see, should I wear outfit number one? I slip a pair of ripped up old jeans on and an ugly yellow shirt on top. This is nice I say sarcastically. Outfit number two maybe? I giggle. Taking the first outfit off I slip a pair of purple shorts on while pulling a shirt I've had since middle school over my head. I stare myself in my mirror. Mhhh. I pull that outfit off and started putting the first one back on. This one seems more, appropriate. I smile. Let's add a few more things. Before leaving I slide my ugliest sandals on and made my way down stairs.

My feet finally reaches the last step on the stairs. Caleb stares at me before opening his stupid mouth to talk. "I hope you know, you look like someone's trash that's been sitting out for weeks. I mean I shouldn't be surprised since you know, you're trash." He slaps his knee, as loud howl sounds escape his mouth. "Oh really? Maybe you should go find your hyena pack since you know, you sound just like them." I slap my knee copying what Caleb did earlier. Caleb growls. "You know what? I actually felt bad for giving Niall your number knowing that you don't like him. Now I have no regrets" He smiles before pushing past me to get to his room. "Fuck you!" I yell making sure he could Hear me from upstairs.