My Best friend; Harry Styles

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this is gospel - panic! at the disco

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 "Can you please hurry up? I don't want to be late to meet them at the party!" Dylan yelled from the living room. I sighed, running my fingers through my hair getting rid of all the extra knots that reappeared quickly after the last time I ran a brush through it. I was nervous to say the least, considering I was meeting the new guy Dylan was dating tonight and some of his friends at this party, and my boyfriend and none of my other friends will be there for me to socialize with.

"Dylan, I'm really nervous. I don't want to be left alone at this party tonight with people I don't know. I'm horrible in situations like these." I rambled while stuffing my phone and some money into the small black purse I would be carrying with me tonight. Dylan didn't respond so I walked out of my room, grabbing my jacket and purse as well. Dylan was talking into her phone quietly, sitting at the small island in the middle of our kitchen. She held up a finger, and I rolled my eyes, a habit I've grown to do more and more while being friends with her. 

I met Dylan freshman year during orientation for our college, UCLA. She was the first person I'd opened up to in a long time after..after Harry, I guess. She's my closest friend, and I love her to death but, damn, can she be annoying. She's constantly partying, she's not really responsible, and the only reason she isn't is because she's never had to work a day in her life, but she's there when I need to her to be and I could never be mad at her for long despite all the annoying things she does for that reason. 

"Alright, bye baby." She spoke into her phone before hanging it up and slipping it into her purse. She eyed me up and down and sort of grimaced. "What are you wearing, Ella? This is a high-end party. You look like you're going to a picnic date." I frowned, looking down at my outfit, I was in a simple plain black dress, and I had on white flats. I mean I guess it was boring but I wasn't aware I had to look like a stripper to get in.

"Sorry, Dylan. I can um, go change I guess." I shrugged and turned to back into my room.

"There's no time for that! We have to go now." She pulled on my arm and pushed me out of the door before slamming it behind her. "El, please don't mess this up for me tonight. I really like this guy, I think he might be" she begins to whisper "the one." She smiled brightly before heading down the slim hallway that lead out of our building.

"So when can I know his name?" I asked sweetly, hoping her mood didn't shift like it did just a minute before.

"You won't know until we get there, and when you find out...You can't tell anybody, like, at all." She warned and I cocked an eyebrow.

"Who are you dating? A spy?" I joked and she laughed with me.

"Better."

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Dylan gave the valet the keys to her car, before we both got out. It was quite chilly and I felt goosebumps rise up and down my legs. I should've worn jeans. There were tons of paparazzi lined up right outside of the entrance and it caught me off guard. Maybe the president is here? I giggled quietly to myself as me and Dylan finally got inside and made our way throughout the crowd to what looked like the VIP section, but I was too short too see over everyone and my line of vision kept getting blocked by dancing bodies.

I looked around the big club and suddenly saw a familiar face. I tried to tell Dylan I would be right back but she was gone by the time I turned back around, shrugging I went over to my friend Arden, on the other side of the dance floor. Arden was also a very close friend of mine, we hung out together often. I haven't known her for as long I have Dylan, but I still considered her a friend.