As you swiped the final touch of mascara on your now flawless lashes, you heard your phone vibrate three times against the cold stone of your bathroom countertop. Thinking it was probably just one of the girls wondering where you were and why you weren’t at the pub already, you picked it up to answer. Your lips puckered, moving seamlessly into a quirk at the side of your face. It was Niall. You rolled your eyes as you read the first text.
Of course, he’s bored. The kid has done nothing but travel the world for months at a time for years. You knew the moment he told you about this break that he’d be bored out of his mind within a week. The fact that he’d already hit up some of the corniest sporting events had told you you were right. Seriously, what’s next, world chess championships? Scripps national spelling bee?
You kept reading and it only made you giggle with each new text.
“What are you doin? Something fun?”
“Can I come?”
Since Niall had been your friend for a while, you’d tried bringing him out with you plenty of times. It always ended in some sort of disaster. He must be really out of his mind with boredom if he was ready to brave those treacherous waters.
“Niall, have you forgotten the last time you came out with me and the girls? I honestly thought Cassie was going to maul you every time you looked her way. So no. I am not doing that again.”
You hit send before continuing to get ready, but he was too fast for you and your phone sounds off before you can even set it down.