Soundtrack Series

Midnight Memories - Little Black Dress

Harry: "How have you been?" "I've been fine." "Are you here by yourself?" You nod, "Yeah." This was the last place in the world you wanted to be, the last place in the world you ever thought you would be actually. You don't want to be standing in front of her, but that's how the universe had planned your day. You had made a mental reminder to thank it later once you somehow got out of this situation. You hadn't seen her around in a long time, but to be fair you hadn't been looking. You just started getting out of the house again, and she was meant to be with Harry. "I feel like I haven't seen you in ages," she comments with energy, and you wonder if you could borrow some of it. You weren't feeling this conversation at all. Not because she's with Harry, well probably somewhat because she's with Harry, but you are completely defeated physically and emotionally. Seeing her and having this conversation is not making your situation any better. She had come up to you, of course. You weren't about to initiate a conversation with her. You had the mind to be hateful, but quickly realized when she walked over that you didn't have the energy. You had smiled and nodded through most of this interaction. You envy her in a way. She always gets him back. Even after him saying he wanted to be with you out of the two of you, she still has him. "You should come to a show," she says, and you can't help the surprised look that comes across your face. "What?" She questions with a laugh. "I just didn't expect you to invite me out to a show." "Well I don't see why not. You're Harry's friend, aren't you? I know he would want to see you." You genuinely do not believe a word that is coming out of her mouth. She has never liked you. This has to be another one of her games. You smile and nod, as you have done throughout this entire exchange, and begin to look around for ways to escape. You're getting antsy, and her weaving lies right in front of you makes you not want to play so nice anymore. "I've got to get back to the apartment," you say before she can think up anything else to pretend to invite you to. "Oh, okay," she responds, her voice sounding sad. What is up with her? "I hope to see you around again. Maybe we can get to know each other more, you know since I'm in a relationship with Harry and you are his friend." There it is. There's the cynicism. You knew it had to be somewhere. Neither a smile, nor nod comes from you as you blankly stare at her, walking away without another word. You quickly get your phone out. You needed an actual person to talk to. As you walk out of the shop you had been in, you realize how many eyes had been in the pair of you. Just great, this will make some sort of news tomorrow. "Oh my God," you say immediately, not allowing Syd a moment to greet you. "You will not believe who I just spent the last like fifteen minutes talking to." "You don't sound excited so it has to be someone you don't like." She's got that right. "The ex." "The ex, that isn't really the ex, but you just call her the ex because she's a horrible person?" "Yes." "Really? How is that even possible? Isn't she meant to be with him somewhere in Europe?" "Yeah, supposed to be, but no, she's here. And of course on a day I choose to get out of bed I have to run into her and talk to her. I'm never getting out of bed again."

Liam: "Black?" Mark questions as he walks into the bedroom to find you in front of the mirror holding up your options for tonight. You turn around to him, "Yes, black." Both dresses were the same color, and nearly the same style, the only difference being one was a little more revealing than the other. "Whatever you want," he says with no further inquiries before walking back out of the room. He had spent the entire week working on tonight. He knew you needed a break from the stress and emotions you had been feeling lately and tonight was going to be the night where you forget about them all. You continue to contemplate in the mirror. Strapless and formfitting, or a deep-v and formfitting. You know pictures are bound to be taken. You've been getting used to the fact that people now want to get photos of you. Mostly One Direction fans, and more than likely just to post them on the internet so Liam knows what you are up to. They've been helping him out a lot in this. Why are you thinking about Liam? You're going out tonight to get him off of your mind. You've been thinking about him far too much these last few weeks. But what is so wrong with that though? You used to think about him every day without a problem. You continue to hold the dresses in your hands as you now stare at your reflection. You see the same person you did months back. The only change is the extra concealer under the eyes to hide the bags that had formed from lack of sleep. Not having Liam in your life was taking its toll on more than just your emotions. You look over at the clock on the wall; it was almost time to go. You focus back in on the dresses. You felt drawn to the one in your right hand, the deep-v. You had worn it before to a benefit Liam had asked you to come along to. He loved this dress. He always said it was one of his favorites. You set the other dress down in the chair beside of the mirror. Holding your selection up against you. You are taken back to the benefit where you wore it last. Liam didn't let his arm fall from your waist the entire night, which, of course, started up those dating rumors he loved so much. There were tons of pictures taken of him smiling at you, or just simply looking at you when you weren't paying attention. It was a great night, and you cherish those moments. The dress in your hands brings those moments back. So should you be wearing it tonight? You aren't going out with Liam, you're going out with Mark. But Liam would love to see you in this dress, no matter who you are with, you are sure. You unzip the back and slowly step in. After zipping it back up you press the fabric down your body, straightening it out. You are instantly reminded of why Liam loves this dress so much. You look killer. You walk over to the closet to get a pair of shoes. You know there is only one option. The most expensive pair in your wardrobe, the ones with the bright red bottoms. Liam had bought them for you as a birthday present last year. You wanted to kill him for spending so much money, but you adored them and wouldn't give them up for anything. You slip your feet into the sky-high pumps and walk back to the mirror. Everything is now in place. "Wow," Mark comments as he walks back into the room. "The cameras are going to have a field day with you," he continues with a smile. Good, that was your intention tonight.