Shattered Reflections (One Direction FanFiction) COMPLETED

34- These Texts of Mine

May 9,2012

"Guys! I don't think this one fits.. it's too tight.." I shout, from the other side of the fitting room. 

This morning, when I woke up, Harry and Zayn were already in my house, eating all my food and just waiting for me to wake up. But now, we are in one of the boutiques on Sunset Blvd; shopping for just one dress for my birthday party.

Birthday Party. Wow this sounds childish. Well, I'm turning Eighteen. It's supposed to be big. Then why don't I feel as if I am turning eighteen. I feel as if this is another way for management to get me noticed in the big world. Throwing a big party with lots of celebrities... the birthday of mine is just the cherry on top.

"Come on babe, it's not going to be that bad! You look gorgeous in everything you've tried on!" Harry screams, on the other side of the door. 

"Fine, I'm coming out..." I say, lifting my fluff of white, glittery ruffles at the bottom of my expensive dress.

As I step out, I find Harry and Zayn staring at me with their mouths down to the floor. "You like?" I ask, spinning around, showing off the strapless number.

"I love this one!" Harry smirked, grabbing me by the waist, to make me stop spinning. 

"Me too.. but try this one before we pick one as a whole..." Zayn said, as he held up a white mini dress, that looked like a one-sleeved chiffon top tucked into a white miniskirt.

"Ughh, fine." I groan, picking up my heavy dress, and stomping into the dressing room, turning around to be face-to-face with a white dress. 

"You forgot this," Zayn said, after he threw a perfect dress at me.

"Ughhhh" I groan, shutting the closet door.

"Such a graceful woman."

Did I mention they hadn't given me coffee today?

I dropped the dress off of me, and stepped into the short, white, simple dress. The zipper was on the side of the dress, so I didn't have to call Harry into the room. So I put my arm through the one sleeve, and pulled my red hair through the dress.

"Okay, I kind-of like this dress." I talk out loud, as I check myself in the mirror.

"Let us see how it looks!" Harry whined, stomping to the side of the fitting room...area...thing.

"Coming out..." I say, as I unlocked the door and stepped into the room consisting of Zayn, Harry, and some bride-to-be's picking out bridesmaids dresses.

"Olivia, you look beautiful!" Zayn commented, adoring the look of the dress on me. 

"Olivia.... this is the dress.." Harry said, spinning circles around me, checking every single angle of me, out.

"Dude, you are drooling. It's gross. Stop." Zayn said, wiping Harry's chin and closing his once agape mouth. 

"Okayy, so if this is the one.  I will gladly go change out of this dress." I say, spinning around and making my way to the fitting room I was in.

"Don't take too long! Your dog is getting antsy!" Harry squeaked, banging on the door.

Yes, Harry said dog. You see, before we came to the stores, I went to meet my new manager, Mark. He was somewhat on the older side of the age scale. I think he was like 40ish. Anywyays, he has this daughter, and she is also two.. just like Beth. And his daughter, Sutton, had a dog. And the dog wanted a walk, so I offered to take her.

Thus, the dog is with us at Sunset Blvd.

I slipped off the gorgeous dress by the wonderful Vera; and stepped into my short shorts. I wore my red and white striped sweater that ended longer than my shorts, and hung my cross-body bag on my shoulder.