Girl Meets Trouble #Wattys2015

Chapter 10: Little Black Dress

In the large mirror on my bedroom wall, I take a long, examining look on my face. And at once, I regret it.

Okay, so maybe I should've avoided the mirror, after all. Because I think I missed that part of puberty when I get really attractive.

And also because on the same night I'll go out with Harry Styles, a pimple with the size of Mount Everest decides to occupy my face.

Pimple.

And that's not even the worst part.

It's right dab smack in the space between my forehead and my nose, taking center attention. It's like I transformed into a hybrid between a unicorn and Rudolph the rednosed reindeer.

It wasn't pretty. And it certainly isn't freaking hilarious, either.

But apparently, Cassie and Ginny think that my situation is so funny and they were screeching with laughter beside me.

"Hot damn, Teddy," Ginny says as he lies on the floor, squealing with laughter. "Of all freaking days!" They both join in high-pitched giggles.

"This isn't funny guys!" I squawk, but their laughter continued, and it only escalated. They were hooting and snorting like toddlers that had been given crack at the playground.

Shaking with anxiety, I look at my watch and check the time. Four minutes until eight. My stomach clenches and I swallow hard.

"Oh God. What do I do!? " I wail in panic, walking around the bedroom in circles. "Do I pop it, leave it or cover it with something?"

Cassie clicks her tongue. "Hardly enough time for that Teddy," she informs me as she peers through the curtains. "Harry Styles is here."

"Shit! Shit!" Ginny exclaimed as he joined Cassie, looking out of the window. "Oh my God, his car is right outside!"

"What? Where?! " I hurry and join them, my heart galloping in top speed. And as I follow their gazes, I almost cannot breathe.

A posh black car is waiting outside our house and it's conspicuous in our tiny, little street. Some of our neighbors are staring at it, too.

And then there's Harry, climbing out of the car, a few steps away from our door. He finally rings the doorbell, and the three of us stare at each other in panic.

Oh God. Now I feel I'd throw up. No, scratch that. Maybe I need the toilet. Or...okay, maybe both.

Pull your crap together, Teddy!

My body is racking with nervousness as I went down the flight of stairs, going towards the living room. Taking one deep breath, I open the door and-