Wishes

*Melissa's POV*
"Morning Nix!" I say brightly. "Morning. Ugh. My head hurts so much!" Nicci complains while holding her head. "It feels as if there's a world class drummer in my head, beating the shit out of my brain." She groans. I take a seat next to her on the couch. "Damn. Those cousins of Ali sure know how to party, that's for certain." I say with a chuckle. "Melissa," Nicci says. "Yeah?" "How the hell are you not hungover?" She asks. "Well, when we got home last night, you passed out on the couch and I drank lots of water." I reply with a shrug. She groans again. I get up ad head to the kitchen. "Nix!" I call. "Yo?" She yells. "Do you want a Pinado?" "Yeah. Two please!" I get a glass out of the cabinet, fill it with water and shake two Pinados out on my palm. I head back to Nicci, pausing to grab myself an orange juice out of the fridge. I give her the pills and water and I flop down next to her. "You're an Angel sent from the highest pedestal in Heaven!" Nicci says, grateful, before swallowing both pills with a mouthful of water. "So what do you want to do today?" I ask her. "Sleeeeeep." "Nooo! I wanna go out!" I moan. "Please please please Nicciii?!" I plead while getting on my knees in front her, with my hands folded in front of me in a begging position. "How many "pretty's" do I need to put before "please" for you to say yes?" I ask with a puppy dog face. I can see her cracking. "Okay fine. We can go out." She says with a grin. After showering and faffing about, we leave for Starbucks. "Hi! Welcome to Starbucks! What can I get you girls?" "Hi! Um, one Mocha Toffee with extra cream and one..?" I look at Nicci. "Gimme anything with chocolate." She says. I chuckle inwardly. The clerk hands us our drinks and we head to a nearby table. Just as I take a sip of my Mocha Toffee, an elderly lady with greying black hair and multiple silver hoops in each of her ears approaches us. "Ah. You two again. How are you enjoying that wish of yours?" She asks. I raise an eyebrow at Nicci. "I think you have us confused with someone else." Nicci says. "Are you not Nicola Muller and Melissa Gloy?" She asks. "Um. We are." I say, feeling uneasy. "Then the wish just hasn't kicked in yet." She says grinning. "Um. Excuse me, ma'am?" Nicci begins. "Yes, child?" "Could you maybe tell us what wish you're talking about?" She asks the woman sweetly. "Certainly dear. Last night you and your friend were trying to break into this shop," she gestures around her. "But you were making so much noise, gabbing about needing caffeine and talking about these boys." "What boys?" I ask. "Melissa, we're finding out about our wish. Not boys." Nicci says irritable. "The wish?" Nicci prods gently. "Oh yes. The wish. You two were talking about this world renown boy band and you, miss Muller, said words I could not refuse to hear nor answer." "What did I say?" "You said: 'Oh Mel! I wish One Direction wasn't famous. I wish they were normal boys who we'd actually get to meet and befriend and date!' The key words here is "I wish"." She says. "So you're like our fairy god mother?" I ask. "You could say that." She says. "But I must leave now. Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again." She says and disappears. "Huh. How weird." Nicci says. "Yeah." I agree. We finish our drinks and head off shopping. By the time we get home, our feet are finished, we're exhausted and famished.

*Nicci's POV*
"Holy crap. I. Am. Starved." I say. "Oh please, Nix. You're always starved." Melissa says laughing. "Nevertheless," I start. "I'm hungry and I'm not in a cooking mood and I can guess that you aren't either, so I'm ordering take-out." I finish. I fish my BlackBerry out of my back pocket, pressing P and putting my phone to my ear. "Nicci. You just pressed one button." Melissa says, growing suspicious. "Yeah, I know, I've got the pizza place on speed dial." I reply. That sets her off. She rolls off the couch, laughing her ass off. I have to head to the kitchen to speak to the clerk. "Yeah, hi, could I please have a medium Margarita with extra feta, thin base, and a small Hawaiian, also thin base. Oh yeah and also a Pepsi and," I pause to yell at Melissa. "Mel! Shut the hell up! What do you want to drink?" I hear a snort, followed by an inhuman guffaw. "Melissa!" Finally she calms down. "Mountain Dew!" She yells back. "And a Mountain Dew please." I give the clerk our address before hanging up. I close my eyes, cross my fingers and started hoping that the pizza would be late, because everybody knows: if it's not here in 30 minutes, it's free. "Nicci, what the hell are you doing?" Melissa asks. "Hoping the pizza's late" I mumble with my eyes still closed. "I thought you were hungry?" She asks again. "I am. But if it's late, it's free and there's nothing better than free food." Melissa snorts. I look at her. She looks at me and we dissolve into a fit of giggles. Almost nearing hysteria, the doorbell rings and I stumble towards the door to look through the peep hole. "Melissa. Oh. My. Gosh." "What? What?" "Niall Horan is standing outside our door with our food." "You're fucking with me?" She says while coming to look. "HOLY MOTHER..." I clamp my hand over her mouth. "I'm going to play it cool." I say. She nods and goes back to the living room. While I open the door, I'm greeted by the most adorable Irish accent and bluest eyes ever. "That'll be £35.90." He says. I dig in my pockets and find two crumpled up £20 bills. "Here ya go." I say, handing him the bills. "Keep the change, Niall" I say. "Hey, how'd you know my..oh." He says, noticing his name tag. I giggle. "Thanks...?" He begins. "Nicci." I say grinning. "Thanks, Nicci." He also starts grinning. "Pleasure to meet you, Niall." "Oh no, believe you me, the pleasure's all mine." I blush. "See ya around, Nicci?" He says, but it almost sounds like a question. "See ya Niall." I smile, take the food and close the door.

Notes

Hiii chicas! So I'm very new to the world of fanfiction, so I don't really know if I'm all that good. Anyway, if you liked it so far, subscribe, comment and vote (: ciao!