Excuse my really bad updating. I have finally typed up chapter 13 after what I think was a month. Thanks for being so patient and I love my fans reading the story. Enjoy... :)
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*CLIO'S P.O.V*
"Clio you have some mail." My mum yells from downstairs.
I roll over on my bed, look at the time and groan. It is 8:00 am Sunday morning and my mum is yelling for me to get mail. Can't it wait, like I did go out for dinner last night and I did go to bed at 1:00 am.
I get up and put my feet into my slippers and I look at myself in the mirror. I look like a fricken monster not like a 17 year old girl. I make my way downstairs to where my mum was still yelling her lungs out.
"CLIO!!"
"What mum? I'm here so stop yelling." I say frustratedly rubbing my eyes.
Mum walks up to me and has a massive grin on her face. I look at her in complete confusion. She hands me the letter and stands back, her face going red from excitement.
"Ok mum you know something. Who is this from and what is it?" I say questioningly, afraid to open the letter just in case it is one of those art exhibitions that she always gets so geed about.
"Well, a lovely English boy came to our doorstep at around 7:45am this morning. What a charming fellow he was and he told me that this letter was for you." She explains hurriedly.
"Mum, this is England. What other boys are you expecting to come to your doorstep?" I say annoyed at the way my mum explain things. There was that time about Sant--, I won't go into that since she made it a very traumatising time for me.
"Well I know but he was gorgeous. And he is from that band One Direction, you know Harry Styles? He told me that this was for you." She says mesmerised.
I look at her in utter disbelief. Is she actually serious. I told her about 150 times that I was going out with Harry Styles for dinner the other night. How did she not know this?
"MUM. I went with him to dinner last night. Hello? Have you been living under a rock for the past like two weeks?"
"WHAT? I didn't know you meant Harry Styles from One Direction!" She says in shock.
I roll my eyes.
"How many guys are called Harry Styles? And I love how you listen to me when I talk because I have told you numerous times that I was going to dinner with someone from One Direction.. you know what, doesn't matter." I say while concentrating on opening the letter that Harry sent to me.
I pull out a plastic card that has red and black detailing. It looks like some kind of invitation. I look at it closely and I read the title of it and I see the eights words spring up at me:
'You are invited to Stephanie and Ryan's wedding..."
Why would Harry send me a wedding invitation. I read the rest of the invitation mentioning when, when and where the wedding will be held. Still no information why Harry wanted this for me.
"What is it hun?" My mum asks standing just a few inches away from me, showing her eagerness to know my life story.
"Well this is a wedding invite but i don't know wh--" And then I see at the bottom of the invite, in scrawly handwriting saying: 'Check the envelope for other info..'
My hands slowly open up the envelope and surely there is another piece of paper, but not as fancy. I grab it and read it:
'You were probably wondering why the heck I sent you a wedding invite... well its because Stephanie ( my cousin) is having her wedding in a week and I didn't have anyone to go with, and everyone was nagging me to bring a friend. I would bring the boys but I don't want to make the wedding to be about 'One Direction' you know? So I'm asking for you to be my date for the wedding, and since last night went so well,I think we will also have a blast at this wedding.When you get this call me so I know your response. Anyway, thanks for last night I had a great time.
Love from Harry xoxox
My breath hitched in my throat. Harry was asking me to be his wedding date.I could swear that this was a dream. Can someone pinch me?
"Mum this is an invite for me to be his date for the wedding."I say, unable toput any emotions in.
"Wow, that's great hun. I am so happy for you! And I have the perfect dress. It is more like a gown but it is stunning and I want you to make an impression, come along." She says excitedly, dragging me by the hand.
I follow behind her and she leads me to her bedroom. I don't really come in my parents bedroom, but they have a really neat room. Everything is in order, like they don't have much time to spend cleaning up and making everything perfect since they have four kids but they do a pretty good job.
Mum lets go of my hand and walks to a wooden cupboard with beautiful paintings of flowers and dragons. She open the two brass knobs and starts to search through he clothes. She has two more cupboards and a dresser, but I think this is more for gowns and dresses, stuff for like going out.
That is when she pulls out the most amazing dress. My heart stops. I have never, ever seen a more beautiful dress. I stare at it in awe.
She hands it over to me and lets me feel the silk and the weight. She ushers me to her en suite to get changed. I look at the mirror of the bathroom and the dress it perfect.
I walk out of the bathroom and mum is just staring at me happily.
"Mum, it's beautiful but isn't too much?" I asked while still examining the dress on my body.
"Hun, it looks stunning on you. And it's not too much, it's just right."
