Strawberry Ice cream

Chapter 11

What the fuck do I wear? Nope, those are too lounge weary. Nope, that looks like I'd be attending a wedding. Wait is this supposed to be a casual date or a more smart one? Oh God I may as well just go in my birthday suit at this rate. 

Mostly all the contents of my wardrobe is on the grey carpet of my room, my lip hasn't left my teeth for the past hour and I'm starting to taste metal, no surprise if I've chewed to the muscle. I rub my chin, double checking if I could find something, anything to wear. 

Fuck it! I grab my phone, tapping away until the ringing tone begins. Zayn's face pops up in the screen and he waves at me. 

"I'm about to jump out the fucking window!" I yell down the phone, pacing the only amount of carpet left. 

"Why? And can I join?" He sits at his white desk, graffiti posters behind him, earphones in. 

"Because I cannot find anything to wear for our date!"

"We're going on a date?"

"I mean me and Harry you cock!"

He purses his lips before they break in a grin. "I know, I know I was just teasing. Right, show my what you've got."

I pano the phone to behind me before realising I could probably just turn it onto the front camera. He whistles at the sight of my carpet. 

"What type of date is it?" He asks, tilting his phone slightly as if it'll help him to see the clothes. 

I sit down on the side of my bed. "To the fair but he said he's got a surprise for me after."

"Well would you rather want to dress up or dress down?" He asks. 

"Neither! I don't want to stand out like a sore bloody thumb!" 

He leans his elbow against his desk, placing his head in his hand. "Well, go in between. Wear something like jeans and a shirt so you're not too dressed up or too dressed down. Wear a nice jacket to go with it too." 

I look through my jeans, throwing the red pairs to the side and hold up some black ones, the hem of the legs rolled up slightly. "These?" 

"Perfect. Now go for a shirt, a nice one, not boring white. Do you have a shirt with a bit of pop?"

I toss the shirts and tops, most of them striped t-shirts or plain coloured shirts. I pick up a shirt, one side black and one side yellow. "Will this do?" 

He nods. "Mmhmm, will you wear some braces too? Your signature look n all."

I show him the neon pink pair and the rainbow pair. "Either of these do?" 

"Probably the rainbow ones. But... is that a bow tie?" He points to the packet and I peer through. 

"So it is, didn't know it came with a bow tie."

"Lose the bow tie."

I grin as an idea sparks to life. "Don't worry, I certainly won't be wearing them." I clip the braces in position and pick out a plain black jacket, shoving the tie into the pocket. "How do I look?" I ask, setting my phone on the side and turning this way and that. 

"Like a bad ass bitch. Go get your man! Oh, don't forget to brush your teeth before you go, you know just in case you sneak in a cheeky kiss." He gives me a wink. 

"Oh go fuck Liam or something, goodbye!" I hang up on him before he can argue. 

I brush my teeth and make my way downstairs, suddenly feeling nervous. I shake my hands and go to grab some water while I wait.