Chapter Two:
You voted: *Dress A*
I heard a gasp from Molly. I could see her head poking through the door, from the mirror staring at me. The strapless, floor length, peach, dress flowed nicely. It was simple but also unbelievably formal (for a concert anyway). My long brunette hair tumbled halfway down past my hips in straight neat waves. I squinted at the image of my refection in shock.
Wow, is that REALLY me, I thought to myself. I actually looked….beautiful.
When people first look at me they think as me of plain, independent and, shy. But if those people were to look at me now they would definitely change their minds. It was as if I was born to wear this dress.
It was always Molly who was the attention seeker and "The pretty and fun one, which everyone loved". She was the person that dressed to impress, not me.
I spun slowly in a circle and looked at Molly with a blank expression. She had a smile that showed she was pleased at herself. She placed her hand on her heart dramatically
"You did it again Molly," she spoke to herself, "helping those who are troubled, no need to call me amaZayn."
I rolled my eyes and laughed at her silly One Direction pun. I looked back in the mirror
"There is no way I'm wearing this." "You look fabuLouis, extrodinHarry, 1Derful, brilLiam, phonom- haha well you get it," "whether you like it or not you have to wear it, because we're leaving right NOW."
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I was so glad when we arrived outside the stadium. I was getting really sick of the "Up All Night" album on replay in the car and Molly singing at the top of her lungs right into my ear. She also wouldn't stop babbling about how excited she was to see One Direction live. We also spent hours in the merchandise shop, all because Molly couldn't decide whether the white or the black top suited her skin tone better. I felt like I was going to blow up like a volcano if I had to go through any more of this. We hadn't even got to the main event yet, which was the concert! It also took me awhile to get her to eat because of the butterflies in her stomach and she didn't want to stain her precious dress.
I looked around shiftily at the groups of girls waiting to go into the stadium. They kept staring me up and down and giving me the evils, while nudging each other and pointing at me 'Great more people to see this ridiculous dress' I sighed and looked down at the ground uncomfortably.
"Get your ticket out, get your ticket out! Where're nearly at the front of the line, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek." Said Molly tugging my dress in excitement I opened my purse and shifted around the rubbish looking for "that ticket of torture." Enable to find it, I rummaged more madly, people started looking at me.
We were now at the very front. Molly had her ticket scanned and had been allowed to go through the main door. I stoped looking through my bag like a maniac; I looked up at Molly biting my lip realizing what I'd done. "Oh my gosh…I'm so sorry," I spoke softly. Molly understood what has happened, that I'd forgotten my ticket. She looked at me with her big blue eyes, full of hurt and disappointment. I could see the tears forming before she turned around and stormed through the glass entrance door…alone.
Hey guys I've decided to take the choice but out of the story after this one, it might be to much of a hassle. If you disagree that I should take it out then tell me AnnaliseStyles on twitter. Thankyou(: hope you enjoy and stay tunned for more.
What One Direction boy do you think would make a cute boyfriend?
Liam Payne
Niall Horan
Zayn Malik
Louis Tomlinson
Harry Styles