For the Better

Mickey D's

            “NIALL JAMES HORAN YOU WOKE ME UP BEFORE FIVE IN THE MORNING?” I almost yelled.

            “Yeah.” He chuckled.

            “You’re lucky I love you.” I mock glared at him.

            “I love you too.” He smiled and pecked me on the lips before the elevator doors slid open. Niall pulled me out of the elevator and out of the lobby, where barely anyone was walking the streets of London. One word can describe this. Weird. Abso-frickin-lutely unnatural.

            “Where to?” he asked, giving my hand a light squeeze.

            “Someplace open.” I said. We stopped in our tracks and looked around, getting yelled at in the process by the very few people out and in a hurry.

            “McDonalds ok?” he asked. My stomach growling gave him his answer. We both laughed it off and he pulled me to the nearest McDonalds.

            “Hello, what may I get for you?” a very tired looking employee asked us.

            “I’ll have two Egg McMuffins and a large drink please.” Niall ordered his food and began to take out his wallet when I stopped him.

            “No. I got it.” I smiled up at him. He shook his head and I snached his wallet from his hands and shoved it in the elastic of my shorts before handing the cashier the money. She handed us our cups and I walked over to the drink machine. I pressed the cup against the little lever thing to make Coke come out, but nothing happened. I tried again. Nothing. This is getting a bit frustrating. I pressed harder and a huge thing of Coke just attacked my cup, making me jump and scream a little.

            “Devil Coke machine.” I muttered. I filled my cup up and placed a lid on it while the lady called us to get our food, seeing as we were the only ones in the restaurant. I grabbed the two bags and walked over to a table and Niall sat across from me.

            “I could have paid for that.” He held out his hand. I placed his wallet in it and smiled at him.

            “Well, you didn’t. So suck it up and enjoy your food.” I chuckled. He smiled at me and dug in, where as I tried to look civil and eat like a normal person. Screw normal. I finished both of my Egg McMuffins and almost downed my coke before Niall even got to his third pancake. I leaned back and chuckled silently at the sight of him trying to stuff an entire pancake in his mouth. Well, he did it. He looked at me with a triumphant look on his face, and then proceeded to eat the rest of his food. I started laughing, and then the sound of a camera went off. I stopped and looked at Niall who was typing something into his phone.

            “What’s up?” I asked. He didn’t say anything, just showed me the picture of me laughing that he saved as his wallpaper.

            “Wow. I look like I’m having a serious spazz attack!” I laughed.

            “No, you look happy, and that’s how I always want you to be.” he smiled his adorable smile at me. I smiled back and lent across the table and kissed him full on the lips. Snap. I pulled back and looked out the window to see full on paparazzi mob with some fan girls here and there. Great.

            “Dammit.” He cursed and grabbed my hand. “You ready?” he asked. I nodded and we ran out of the McDonalds and straight past the photographers. I made the mistake of looking over my shoulder and saw around 3-4 hundred people running after us. Which almost made me trip and slow down.

            “Niall? Is it true that Elise is pregnant with your child?” One reporter screamed louder than the girls.

            “Dumbass Mofo’s.” I muttered and sprinted harder, successfully pulling him along with me. One more block to go! When I thought I couldn’t run any faster or any harder, we ran into the lobby. The doors closed behind us, closing us off from our pursuers.

            “Coach Anna should be so proud of me right now.” I said when air finally decided to go back into my lungs. We walked into the elevator and Niall almost collapsed on the floor.

            “Woah there, you alright?” I asked wile putting an arm around his body for support.

            “Yeah.” He took a deep breath, “Just never had to run that fast before.” I chuckled and rolled my eyes at him. We arrived on our floor and I basically had to drag Niall into his apartment. He fell on the couch and I went into his room and got my computer. After logging on to Twitter, a smile creeped its way onto my face about what I was writing.

            Elise_Richards_95: Successfully made it out of Micky D’s alive! Can’t say the same for @NiallOfficial tho, poor lad can't handle a run ;)

            “Very funny!” Niall yelled sarcastically from the living room.