Change My Mind (A Niall Horan FanFic)
We got Carrie ready, the next morning. I brushed out her hair, curling it and letting it fall over her shoulders. Alison fumbled with the eyeshadow, clearly marking a line of black kohl across her eyelids, and adding some dramatic smoky tones. Kali had painted her lips a pale pink, and we'd all done the rest of her make-up. She decided to wear a retro cocacola t-shirt, a black blazer, and a pair of black skinny jeans, paired with strappy black heels. "It doesn't look like me, though, does it?" Carrie said, sighing.
"Carrie, you look hot." Alison laughed, and Kali rolled her eyes.
"Jesus Alison, haven't you got any other describing words in the fucking word bank?" Kali sighed, and I couldn't help but stifle a giggle.
"I think it suits you. It's edgy." I smiled.
"C'mon, we'll be late!" Alison rushed, lifting her purse. We all filed out, Carrie trailing behind, occasionally tripping as my heels were not exactly the height she was used to. I laughed at Kali and Alison's unending bickering until we were almost at the plaza.
"Remember the Plan, Car. You, Are an Ice Queen. No Romantic bonding atall, okay, we're here to show him how much it hurts to be messed with." I told her, and she nodded. We entered, and went to the desk. "I'm looking for Niall Horan? Him and his band are in the presedential suite." Carrie said, and I felt my heart race. I realised how hot some members of the band WERE. I'd be nervous, and scared, and... "Name?" The girl at the desk asked. "Carrie Oakley." She whispered, closing her eyes. "Calm down." Kali whispered. "And Friends." I added. The receptionist pressed the intercom.
"Mr Horan, are we expecting a Miss Oakley and Friends?"
"Yes. Send them on up, please."
The receptionist raised an eyebrow, and let us into the lift. As soon as the doors closed, we all rolled our eyes. "Jumped up Bitch." Carrie laughed, but she was practically shaking. We reached the floor, and walked across the hall to the two grand doors marked 'Presidential Suite'. Alison knocked, lightly, and a boy opened the door. He had olive coloured skin and dark brown hair. He was 'hot', as Ali would say. "We're looking from Niall. I am, looking for Niall." Carrie said, looking down.
"Ahaha, You'll be Carrie, then. C'mon in."
We entered. The room was massive and fancy compared to the simpleness of my small student flat. I felt small, and poor in here. "He's through there. The rest of you can..chill, here, and skip the reunion. I'm Zayn, by the way."
"Alison. Pleasure." Ali said, holding out her hand.
He looked to me, waiting for a name.
"Oh, I'm Milly." I smiled.
"So, Milly, do you want a-"
"Hey, GIRLS!" A boy with curly hair said, running down the stairs.
"That's polite." Kali said, wryly.
"And Who are you? I'm Harry."
"So, Milly, do you want a drink?" Zayn asked, and I nodded; Harry needed the message, Kali was seriously the wrong one to chat up. With Kali, she hated flirts, what was the point?
I sat across from Zayn in the kitchen, and smiled. I wondered how Niall and Carrie were 'getting on'?
Carrie looked so....different. She was older, edgier, and really really different to the old Carrie. "Niall." She smiled, politely, as she entered. Her voice still was the same, that debon air voice with an irish accent behind it. "Carrie." I whispered, and tried to hug her. She pulled away. "Woah, I didn't die or anything." She said, with irritation in her voice. "I missed you." I laughed. "I missed you too." She said, sadly, kicking the shoes off her feet, and sitting down. "Why did you leave, mullingar?" I asked her, and she looked down. "Why do you think Niall? Not for the fucking craic, anyway."
"I didn't mean to offend you, but your mam needs you Carrie." I told her, and she snorted. "Yeah, she needs me. Carrie shouldn't be at that grammar school, getting her airs and graces. Carrie should be at the secondary. And then when I left, she went nuts. She said I was always Idle, always reading. So I changed. It's not rocket science where it went downhill from, Niall."
She looked away, and wiped her eyes. "I didn't come to pick open old wounds." I looked at her, moving her face to look into my eyes. "I know. I didn't want to."
"You've come to pry into my life. Well Niall, you left me, and you needn't think you can run right back again." She said, quickly putting on her shoes and standing up.
"Carrie, don't leave." I whispered, grabbing her arm.
She looked at me, then my hand on her arm. "I don't like when you do this." She said, struggling between tears, "When you look into my eyes like It's going to be okay. This was such a bad idea."
"I just want to be your friend. Your Niall, again. Please. Give me a chance." I asked, pleadingly.
"Okay." She whispered, "Just Ten More Minutes."