“So, are you going to ask her or not Ni?”
“Huh?” he questioned, as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep.
“That girl Ashley from your biology class? Are you going to ask her to formal or not? You do know formal is in like two weeks,” you informed him.
He seemed as if he were having a battle in his head, trying to decide whether or not he should do it, “I- I don’t know. I don’t really-“ he stuttered.
“I think you should just go for it. You’re not afraid of getting rejected are you? Cause any girl would be lucky as hell to go with you,” you kindly informed him.
His cheeks took a shade of light pink, “I don’t know…” he mumbled.
Every day after school, you and Niall would walk home together. Niall and his family moved onto the block the summer before you were going into the second grade. He was a shy little freckled face Irish boy, while you were a loud, jumpy, rambunctious little girl.
“Who are you going with?” he asked, before you both turned onto your block.
“I don’t know,” you responded. “No one asked me yet…” you trailed off.
“Why don’t you asked someone then?” he suggested.
“Because I’m a girl! Girls aren’t supposed to go up to the guy and ask! The guy is supposed to go up to the girl. And anyways, it doesn’t even matter now because formal is two weeks, and if I haven’t been asked by now, I don’t think I ever will,” you rambled off.
“Well don’t be so negative. Maybe there’s a guy who wants to ask you, but he just hasn’t gathered up the courage to do it yet,” he suggested. “Your birthday is coming up in three weeks, Nic. What are we going to do this year? We need to do something fun. And what do you want? Any special?” he continued.
“We should go to New York City for a day. To see all the sights and stuff,” you suggested.
Niall nodded his head in agreement, and soon enough you arrived at your house.
Right before turning into the walkway of your house, Niall asked, “Nic?”
You turned around to face him.
“If I were to ask that girl from my biology class to formal, how would I do it?”
You thought for a moment before saying, “something romantic and cute.”
“Cute?” he repeated, almost looking a bit disgusted.
“Yes, cute! Girls love that stuff. If you’re going to ask a girl to formal, you have to make it cute and inventive. That’s the rule,” you jokingly informed him.
That night you couldn’t stop thinking about formal, and if you were going or not. There’s a good chance that a bunch of other girls aren’t going with a date, so you thought that maybe you would go without a date as well. After all, it’s only formal. It’s not like it’s prom…
The two weeks before formal zoomed by, and before you knew it, it was just three days away. Every girl at school was gushing over the guy who asked them, their dresses, hair, and shoes. Hearing that pretty much every girl got asked, made you feel left out. “When is someone going to ask me…?” you thought to yourself.
You walked into your eighth period history class, and couldn’t help but overhear that girl Ashley from Niall’s biology class gushing about how Niall asked her to the dance. She was a nice girl, and you were proud of Niall for finally gathering up the courage to ask her.
“I heard that you finally asked Ashley to formal!” you congratulated Niall on your walk home from school.
“Yeah…” he replied, looking incredibly shy.
“How’d you do it? Did you do something cute like I told you to?” you asked, wanting to know every last detail.
“Not really,” he laughed off. “I just kind of asked her if she would go with me when we were doing a lab together. I just wanted to get it over with, really.”
“That’s nice though! I heard her talking about it in history. She seemed really excited,” you replied.
“Yeah... So has anyone asked you?” he questioned.
“No, but I bought a dress, so I guess I’ll just go with friends,” you responded.
“Your birthday is coming up in a few days, you excited?” he asked you, with a big smile on his face.
“Yes!” you replied, very excited.
“Aw, baby Nicole is growing up!” he teased you, while ruffling your hair.
“Niall!” you hollered, removing his hand from your hair.
The night had finally arrived; tonight was formal. You had your dress laid out on your bed, your mom assisted you in the curling of your hair, while you applied your makeup. Your dress was absolutely perfect. It was a beautiful shade of pale pink, the end was cut above the knee, mid thigh, and flowed outward. The top of the dress was cut with short sleeves, and the back was cut in the shape of a heart. On your feet you wore a pair of white heels that matched your white clutch purse.
Just as you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup and hair, the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it sweetheart,” your mom said before she headed down the stairs to the front door.
“Nicole? Sweetheart? You have a visitor,” your mom hollered up the stairs.
You tried to think who it could have been at the door, but you couldn’t think of anybody. You and your friends agreed that you would all meet at the dance. So you quickly slipped on your dress and shoes, grabbed your clutch, and made your way down the stairs. You were surprised to see Niall in the doorway. He was dressed in a navy blue tux, his bleached blonde locks were combed into a quiff. In his right hand, he held small plastic box. Inside contained a delicate white corsage. And in his left hand was a book, with a ribbon tied around it.
When you reached the bottom of the stairs to greet Niall, he hugged you hello, and complimented on how “beautiful” you looked. You felt your cheeks blush as you shyly stared down at the floor.
“Before you head off to the dance, I wanted to give you something,” he said, handing you the book.
You took a seat down on the couch in your living room. Niall took a seat right next to you and said, “it’s just an early birthday present…”
You removed the ribbon and opened the book. “Is this a scrapbook of our friendship, Ni?” you asked.
He nodded his head “yes”, and gestured for you to read through the book’s contents. On the first page there was a picture of the two of you in your front yard. You had to be at least seven or eight years old. The picture must have been taken soon after Niall moved into the neighborhood. Underneath the photo, the caption read, “Baby Niall moves onto Baby Nicole’s street”. A smile spread from ear to ear as you read the caption.
You then turned the page to see a picture of you and Niall, graduating from grammar school. The caption read, “Baby Niall and Baby Nicole aren’t so little anymore when they graduate from grammar school!”
After a few more page turns, and adorable captions, you came to the end of the scrapbook. On the page there was a picture of Niall smiling. The caption below it read, “Niall hopes that Beautiful Nicole goes to formal with him!” After reading the caption, you glanced over at Niall. He then got up from the couch, opened the box that contained the corsage, and proceeded to place it onto your wrist.
“What about Ashley?” you asked.
“I told her that I had a beautiful friend of mine to take to the dance. She understood,” he replied.
You couldn’t help but smile after you heard his adorable reply.
“Was this cute enough?”he asked.
You nodded your head in agreement, with a smile on your face. “It most certainly was cute enough Niallers…”
A/N Hey Nicole! Sorry this took so long to post! School has been crazy lately and it’s just plain awful! Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed this imagine! I absolutely loved writing it! ~Courtney xxx
