Everything Has Changed

First Date (Part 1)

Chapter 9

•Erika's POV•

"How was sex with Harry?"

Once those words left Niall's mouth, my jaw dropped. I can't believe he thinks that's what happened last night. I felt the tears start welding up in my eyes and I couldn't even look at him anymore. I ran towards Justine's front door, ignoring my name being called by Niall over and over again.

I quickly opened the door and just as quickly slammed it shut. She was in the kitchen and ran over to me just as I slid down the door. I pulled my legs up to my face. I couldn't hear her past my muffled cries so I ran upstairs to her bedroom and locked myself in there. The last thing I remembered was Justine banging on the door screaming for me to let her in so that we could talk. Then I just blacked out.

•Niall's POV•

After I said that I saw the tears start building up in her eyes but before I could say anything she ran up to Justine's house.

"Erika wait! Please I'm so sorry!" I yelled after her but she didn't stop.

I'm such an idiot. Why did I even say that? God dammit.. I stood there and thought about what I could do to make this better. As soon as it came into my mind I quickly dialed Zayn. He answered right after the second ring.

Hey Nialler, what you need buddy? 

Zayn I need you to help me with something. 

What is it mate?  

I fucked up.. Badly. I'm going to my uncles just meet me there.

I quickly ended the call not wanting to be bombarded with questions. I ran up to Justine's house and knocked on the door. I heard footsteps coming down from the stairs, praying to God that it was Justine and not Erika. It would ruin everything.

Once I saw the door open, I took a huge sigh of relief.

"What the fuck did you do to her Horan?" she asked rudely and crossed her arms underneath her chest. Look I fucked up okay. Zayn's coming to pick her up but I need you to wake her up and get her ready by 7ish at the least." I begged.  

"Fine, classy or casual?"  

"Casual. Definitely casual." I said as I thought of where I was taking her tonight, "alright I have to go but please, I'm begging you, have her ready by that time."  

"ALRIGHT HORAN! Now leave, I need to break into my own room."

Before I could ask anything, she slammed the door in my face. Second time today Niall.. Good job. I ran towards my car and headed towards my uncles place further into downtown. Once I got there and stepped out of my car, I heard a honk and when I turned around I saw Zayn sitting in his black Audi. I ran towards his car and stood next to the drivers side. Zayn got out and took one last puff of the cig he was holding and sooner flicked it to the ground and stomped it out.

"So can you tell me what the fuck you did?" Zayn asked while turning his head to look at me. 

•Erika's POV•

I woke up with my eyes kind of swollen and very cold. I didn't want to open my eyes and face reality of having to open the door and get faced with questions from Justine. I turned around and then I felt water being sprayed on my face.

"What in the actual hell are you doing?" I yelled at whoever sprayed me with water, not even opening my eyes to reveal who sprayed me.  

"Get dressed loser we're going shopping." The voice belonging to Justine

"Please don't quote Mean Girls while I'm in a bad mood." 

"To bad, now let's get going. We need to get you ready."

I shoot up right from my very comfortable position in the bed and my eyes grew wide.

"Get ready? For what?" I asked turning my head to face her. 

"You have a date. With someone I can't mention."  

"Oh great. The last thing I need is for the entire school to think I'm a slut. Sleeping in Harry's bed, then Niall thinking that I actually had sex with Harry when I didn't, and now I'm going to go on a date with someone I don't know. Just perfect." I said sarcastically to no one in particular. I took in a long needed breath and fell back down on the bed.

"Erika if you don't get up from the bed, bad things will happen." she said sternly to me.  

"And if I don't? What are you going to rape me." I muffled a laugh into the pillow my face was deeply buried in.

She didn't say a word after. I finally thought she gave up and I was staying in her bed until I felt two hands grip my ankles and my eyes shot wide open because I knew what was happening next. I gripped the bed handles and Justine started yanking me by the legs and I being the weakest person on the planet, accidentally let go and I went flying to the ground, with her right next to me. I landed on the ground with a loud thud and a grunt coming from my mouth.

"Fine, I'll get dressed." I said rolling over to my stomach.

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I was staring in the exact same full length mirror I did when we went clubbing and starred in awe of how good I looked once again. It must be the water in Ireland, seriously. I've never felt more confident. I was wearing my black leggings, my oversized white sweater, and my converse. My hair was curled and I had minimal makeup on. I grabbed my brown, leather crossover bag and put my phone, 40$ in euros, and for some reason I decided to take the fake ID, and lip gloss.

"Erika! He's here!" Justine called from downstairs.  

"Coming!" I yelled back. Its been on my mind for these past few hours who could be taking me on a date tonight. I took in a deep sigh and descended down the stairs of her room. As I came in vision of who was waiting for me my mind was racing and the only thing I could say was his name.

"Zayn?"