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chapter six

Decided to start adding songs to the beginning of chapters that fit the vibe :)) I may go back and add them to the previous chapters just for funsies too, and I have a whole playlist made for when I write, so I'm mostly gonna be pulling 'em from that!! Enjoyyyy xx

I'm Gone- Jozzy, Tommy Genesis

Get Em High- Kanye West, Talib Kweli, Common

IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU- Bktherula

Your Teeth In My Neck- Kali Uchis

Good fucking God, it was gonna be a long night. Per Sidney's request, we took more shots, had extra strong margaritas, and she got to dress all of us the way she wanted and we weren't allowed to complain. She also did my hair and makeup. I had stepped into my bathroom examining every inch of myself in the mirror under great scrutiny after she was done with me. We had all ended up coordinating, which I thought was cute, but the outfit she put me in was way out of my comfort zone. I was in a deep navy blue, silky, shiny dress that stopped about mid-thigh and had a slit on the left side. My shoulders and arms were exposed, my collarbones, my chest, my legs, everything. The dress hugged every curve, leaving very little to the imagination. She put my hair in rollers, which had left it smooth and fluffy and wavy all at once. I had black and blue eyeshadow and glitter on my eyes and champagne glitter on my under-eyes, peachy blush on my cheeks, and sparkly highlighter on my cheekbones, collarbones, and chest. I was literally glowing. I looked so different from the way I had looked before, which was clean and plain. I looked vibrant, flushed, pretty in an alarming way. I didn't look like myself. And I had to see Harry tonight.

Fuck. I forgot to call Harry. I rushed into my bedroom, looking around my bed and my nightstand and my floor for my phone.

"Sidney!" I called out in a shrill voice. "Have you seen my phone?"

She came trotting into my room in her coordinating blue jumpsuit, holding my phone. "It was on my bed. What's wrong?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowing together.

"Nothing," I breathed. I checked my phone. It was 8:45. Shit. "I forgot to call Harry, and I promised I would let him know-"

Sidney just stood there, smiling at me smugly. She was a little drunk. I glared at her, but couldn't help bursting into laughter with her. God. I was being ridiculous.

"Call him. And take a fucking chill pill. We're pretty much ready to go, just gotta put some dancin' shoes on."

I nodded, watching her flit out of my room. I found Harry's contact, pressing call and holding the phone up to my ear. I tapped my fingers against my bare arm, anxiously listening to the ring in my ear. He picked up on the second to last ring.

"Harry, hi," I breathed, pressing my hand flat against my collarbone. "I'm so sorry, I forgot to call. Sidney got her shoot ideas through and we've been celebrating."

"Willow, that's great, tell her I say congrats," He said warmly. "Relax, darling, you don't need to panic. We're running a little bit behind getting on stage, so if you're coming out tonight, you won't miss anything."

"Oh, good. Good. Yeah, we're about to leave. Okay, whew. I'm a little drunk already," I blurted, letting out a breathy laugh.

He laughed back at me. "Yeah? Feeling good, Miss Willow?"

"Yeah, really good. I will see you soon, Mr. Styles. Hope you're ready to put on a good show for me."

"Mm, I'm ready if you are."

I smiled to myself, forgetting to respond for a moment. Jesus, Willow, get it together. "Um, yeah, perfect. I will see you soon."

He laughed quietly and the sound rang in my ear a little bit. "Perfect. See you soon, Miss Willow."