Paralyzed

“Please Mackenzie!” a manly voice call out from the other end of the call.

“No, Liam. I dont want to go.” I responded firmly, plumping myself onto the small sofa of my apartment.

“But Kenzie, Becca and Lucas are both going. I want you there too.”

“Why?”

“You know why Kenzie...” Liam sighed. “I want you there to met my band mates, you are the only one of my best friends who hasn't met them yet. We are playing at tonights New Years party and I want you to come and support me. Thats all, god, is that too much to ask?”

He had a point. Lucas and Becca have already met all of Liams band mates. I was always too busy to meet them. I didn't think much of it either. It's not like they were world wide famous. They were just a garage band who was recently discovered by a record label who was only considering to sign them. He wanted the boys, or One Direction, to play more gigs, have more experience and see the crowds reaction before signing them.

“Ugh. Okay Liam I will go. ONLY for you. Pick me up at 8 okay?”

“Thank you so much love! I will. I will. Look sexy babe! The guys have been dying to met you. I want you to make a first good impression.”

“Okay, I will I promise.” I laughed.

“Alright, bye love.”

“Bye Liam.” I hung up the phone quickly and went straight to my last call before Liam.

“Hello?” A girly voice said on the other end of the line.

“Come over quick, I need your help.”

Thirty minutes passed since after I made the call, then I heard a knock on my door. I jumped off my small sofa and ran to my front door. I opened the door to a brown-eyed brunette. She wore dark blue denim skinny jeans with black leg warmers pocking out at the top of her black boots. She was wearing a dark blue sweater with light makeup and wavy hair with random streaks of blonde in it. She was beautiful, and she was my Best Friend Becca. I adored Becca for three reasons: 1. she was a very carefree person. 2. She was beautiful. 3. She could be my twin, we not only looked rather similar- except my hair was longer, skin way lighter, and my eyes were blue- but we acted the same way too.

“C'mon in.” I moved back gesturing her to enter my small, dingy, yet homey apartment. She walked in, kicking off her boots, respecting the fact I had just vacuumed and didnt want her tracking in dirt.

“So, what ya need?” she asked playfully jumping into my leather recliner.

“So Liam convinced me to go, to go to the New Years party to watch his band preform. But I dont know what to wear or what to do with my hair. But I know your into fashion Bec, and I was wondering if you could help me?”

She looked at me, up and down, observing what I was wearing. I was wearing an off the shoulders black sweater that said HOPE across it, black sweats that I rolled up to my knees and all my hair was pulled out of my face up into a messy bun. The look on her face was a bit of a funny one, but still left the impression that she was not so elated with the outfit I had chosen to wear on a Friday night.

“Of course Kenzie,” She laughed. “But on one condition.

I nodded, signaling her to continue with her bargain.

“Can I borrow one of your dresses please! I really want to look hot tonight, and well I dont own lot of immodest clothing like you.”

I laughed, though I couldnt tell if she was insulting me or not, but nevertheless I was going to agree.  

“Well, well, of course. But, who are you tryin' to impress. Not Lucas I hope.”

“No. No. No. EW. NEVER. NO. Um...” she started to twirl the bottom strands of her hair at the roots as she looked down at the ground. “Well, I might kinda. Sorta, fancy one of Liams band mates.”

A smirk found its way towards my lips, curving them upwards.

“Okay. Fair enough, well lets get to it. We have three hours to make BOTH of us look bang-able tonight.”

Becca laughed at my sarcasm and we made our way towards my room. I missed this, having Best Friend moments with her. I've been so busy with work I guess I forgot what it was like to gave fun. Though, I guess, I dont even know how to have fun. I've always been a paranoid person, cognizant of my every move. But this wont happen tonight, no, tonight I am gonna loosen up a bit maybe have one drink. Tonight I was gonna have fun.

Becca and I spent the last three hours dolling ourselves up. We did each others makeup, she did my hair, and we picked out each others out fits. Becca kept her hair naturally wavy, she wore light make up, and her dress was a dark gray that was very tight and squeezed her thin figure perfectly. She had the hips for this dress and her boobs were placed perfectly to fit the sweetheart design. I was a bit different. My long dark brown hair was curled and pulled all to my left side. My make up was too light, except I added some glam with dark red lipstick to match my dress. My dress, was short, flowy, and dark red. My boobs have never looked so fantastic before.

“Well. We're cute.” Becca winked at me.

“C'mon,” I laughed as I headed towards the door. “Liam just texted me, he is just outside my do-” I was shocked to see who was standing outside my door it wasn't Liam. He was tall, olive skin, and he was stressed up in a rather tight suit.

He leaned up against my door frame, then he spoke 5 words that I will never forgot.

“Hi” The man smirked “I'm Styles, Harry Styles.”