Cher had done nothing most of the week, but allergies were getting the best of her. She was convinced she was pretty much addicted to nasal spray right now. But she didn’t want to hang out with Niall with a stuffed nose. Not fun. Cher put on her makeup. She didn’t think she was beautiful without it. That was why she always wore a lot - she was convinced she needed it. She put on a pair of black tights, a black skirt, and a green tank top. It was a beautiful day, so there was no need for a jacket. With the biker boots, the outfit was very…Cher. She didn’t care; she was original with her style and she was proud of her clothing, even though she ripped it all up all the time.
When she brushed her hair out, leaving a few curls, she sat down on the couch and waited for Niall. In times like these she really wished she could drive. But she couldn’t. Honestly, she didn’t want to. She tended to zone out whenever she got into a car and the last thing she wanted was to hurt someone else.