Something Bad Is About To Happen || h.s

FOUR

4422- Drake
   "I'm runnin', but can't run away"
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Mirabelle Faia

Oh no. I have the date tonight.

What am I going to wear?

This whole first impression thing is throwing me off.

I'm sitting on my bed, staring at my messy closet. My room is a mes. I have no idea what I'm going to wear.

Do I go casual? Should I wear a dress? Sneakers? Heels? I honestly don't know.

Louis texted me and basically set up the whole date. We're going to my pub at least, so I can give him that for not being an absolute ding-dong.

The current clothes I'm wearing aren't actually that bad. My ripped, high-waisted black jeans and light-pink cropped shirt isn't terrible. With my black Converse, I could make it work.

Shit.

What is he's going all fancy? What if he's wearing a dress shirt?

Why is this so complicated?

I grab my phone next to me, going to call Liam.

On the third ring, he answers.

"Liam! Hey, how are you?" I say. Too cheerily.

"Mira! I'm good, nervous for your date?" He responds.

Huh? I never told him about the date.

"I'm guessing Lou told you?"  I sigh into the phone

"Yep, little man can't keep his mouth shut." He chuckles.

"Of course." I roll my eyes. That little, 3 foot tall, shit.

"What do you need, love?" Liam changes the subject.

"I have no idea what to wear." I respond immediately.

"Just wear nice clothes."

"Wow, you never fail to help me. Honestly, best friend I could ask for. Ten out of ten advice right here ladies and gents." I say sarcastically as possible.

"Anytime babe." He says. His cheeky grin is basically going through the line.

At this time, I really wish I had girl friends who would actually help with this kind of stuff.

I huff and hang up the phone. Laying my head back on my headboard.

I look at my walk-in closet one more time and decide to call Louis instead.

"Lou!" I shout.

"Hello to you too." His Donny accent says.

"I need something to wear." I say.

"Hmm. Have you asked Liam already?" Louis responds.

"Yes. No help."

"Thought so." He says.

I chuckle softly, looking at my nightstand with a framed picture of my parents and me when I was about 16. God, I miss them.

"Well, a little bird told me that he's wearing black jeans and a dress shirt." He says after a couple of seconds.

Dress shirt. I fucking knew it.

"Okay, that's helpful. Thank you, thank you." I get up from my bed, taking my legs to my closet.

"Anytime, love." He says. "Hey!"

"Yes." I respond, looking at a low-cut top.

"Don't be late." Louis says firmly.

"Yeah, yeah. My pub." I chuckle.

"Love you. You'll do great. He'll love you. You are hot and smart and fucking hilarious. Good luck." He says, hanging up the phone.

Looking at my clothes for about the tenth time, I decide to go with blue high-waisted jeans with holes in the knee. Rolled up above my ankles. A black belt with a silver buckle. And the white, spaghetti strap, low-cut body suit I was holding earlier.

For shoes, I go with black strap heels, the heel thin.

Heels will do. If I'm taller than him, oh well.

I mean i'm 5'9, and most men don't really want to date a girl that probably taller then them. Well, it's not easy for me either. Let's just hope this guy is at least a couple inches taller than me.

For my mess of a hair, I decide to give it heat damage and make it pin straight. Making it fall just behind my shoulders. I tuck the loose strands behind my ear.

Makeup, I do a simple winged liner, mascara, eyebrows, blush, and lip-gloss.

A little natural, if you must.

I put on a black choker and simple diamond earrings for jewelry.

By the time I look in the mirror, it's already 8:50pm. The date is in 10 minutes.

The pub is only a five minute walk. Not too bad on time. Pat on the shoulder for me.

I smile lightly and decide on grabbing a lighter jacket. Not too much, but enough to keep me warm for the walk to Enchanted.

To be fucking honest, I love my little pub. It's mainly just something to keep me distracted when my mind is too much and whenever I'm not, you know, commiting murder.

Anyways. I moved to New York and found this little place next to my apartment. I had money left over from my parents and in a split decision, bought it. I redecorated it to fit the fairytale them of my alias, I have always had a thing for Disney movies. So that's why there's vines covering the walls, painted with bright murals of all the classics. I love it so fucking much. It's my happy place and if it were a person I would die for it. Although, dying doesn't really phase me anymore.

Mira. Focus. You don't have enough to time to play mental ping pong. Just go to Enchnated and have a good time.

I grab my phone and keys. I put on my heels, and I'm out the door.

As I'm walking my nerves get the best of me. What if I'm too annoying? If I talk too much then I seem self centred. If I talk too little then I won't seem interested.

Fuck. Dating is hard.

Before I knew it, My feet are at the door of my pub.

Not as busy for a Thursday night, I must say.

I walk in, putting my coat on the rack next to the door.

I swallow the lump in my throat and walk further into the building.

Louis didn't say what he looked like. He just said I would know the second I glanced at him. Let destiny lead the way, if you will.

As I scan across the bar, a pair of green, hooded eyes capture mine.

The more you look at them, the more absorbed by them you get. They were very green.

He's wearing black jeans and a patterned, silk dress shirt. Sitting at the bar with a scotch in his ring covered hands.

His jaw is sharp, his side profile so, so, pretty? His lips are cherry red and outlined perfectly.

Louis was right.

He's hot. Like, really hot.

He was bouncing his knee, which clearly gave away he was just as nervous as I am. That's good at least.

Right?

His brown chestnut curls fell to about this ears, making him look sort-of like a prince.

Sexy prince.

Alexa, play 'Beautiful Boy' by John Lennon.

Seconds feel like hours, and before I know it, I'm walking over to the bar.

Let's see what fate has in store. Fingers crossed.

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Ooooo date timmeee:) are we excited? get ready.
Longest chapter so far.
love you guys mwah.
-m&m