little black dress

right now

Lucy woke up begrudgingly to the sound of a blaring alarm clock and what seemed like the walls pounding around her. After chucking a cat shaped pillow at the clock, she practically rolled herself out of bed landing on the floor with a loud thump. Her mother's etiquette lectures seemed to be paying off.

Eventually she dragged herself off the floor, slowly coming to her senses. As she gazed around the unfamiliar room, with walls covered in teal paint and large windows letting in enough light to threaten a migraine, she began to feel a sense of panic.

Where on earth was she? Had she dreamed of that meeting, her mother selling her?

But no, the increasing boom shaking up the mansion was enough proof that she was very awake. Groaning eternally, she made her way to what she assumed was a bathroom. It honestly could've passed for a roman style bathhouse.

She let herself get lost in the heat of the shower, scrubbing away her looming fears with the strawberry body wash. She changed into the new outfit from the night before, with denim shorts, a baggy white tee, red flannel and all black converse. A bit impractical given that it was January, in England but hey fashion needs sacrifices. She dried her hair slightly, and tied it up in a messy bun.

She was then hit with realisation that she had nothing else to do today. Shockingly being essentially kidnapped by a band of all people didn't leave people with much opportunity.

Ten minutes of awkward contemplation later, she began wandering around the excessively vast mansion. Why someone would ever need a room with nothing but a giant ball of rubber bands, she didn't quite know. Next to that room however, was the sound of music blaring so loud she could barely hear her own thoughts.

Due to her boredom, and the fact that she'd forgotten that they were a band she shoved open the heavy doors desperate to find the source. The doors opened into a rather small room, with soundproof walls and shelves filled with varying instruments. Right in the centre, on a tiny pink stool delicately playing a silver triangle was none other than, according to the scribbled writing on her hand, Hairy Stylo. Hang on, she thought, that's not right is it?.

She squinted down again, ah Harry Styles. In a bullet point underneath was the description, "the one with the pilgrim trousers and fabulous hair".

"You alright, love?"

"You mean after everything that happened yesterday? Yeah, I'm just delighted".

His face dropped slightly, which she thought was a bit stupid wasn't she the one who'd been abandoned for teenage sweat and hormones?

"It genuinely was a misunderstanding, I promise. Your mum-"

She cut him off with a muttered "-bitch".

"Right, she saw this ad we'd placed on our Instagram for a new backup singer and she- well she kept harassing our manager until we finally agreed to pick you".

Oh. Her mother had in fact forgotten to mention that small little detail. How convenient of her.

"I can't even sing". She looked up at him, her face filled with pity. They'd taken all these steps to get her here and she was nothing more than a nobody from a small town. She fidgeted slightly with the black choker on her neck, wanting to say so much, to apologise for everything but found the words couldn't leave her throat.

Thankfully, Harry or Hairy as she'd deemed him, spoke first. "Do you want to get a coffee or something? I known a place".

"Like a date?" Her voice definitely didn't crack as she asked. "Uh no, I just really want starbucks".

She agreed to go and he informed her, with a dramatic flip of his hair, that he had just the ride.

Typically when one gets asked to go to starbucks, and gets told there's a ride they expect a car. Lucy was one of those people. What she hadn't expected upon hearing Harry's words was the sight of him and the other four guys scooting up the driveway in matching scooters.

When they had time to learn the precise V-formation they rode in, she didn't even want to know.

Nevertheless, they made it to Starbucks and after countless screaming fangirls, a photograph of Paul Rudd meeting Louis for the first time and far too many autographs, they finally got a table.

The table was nestled into a corner, away from the windows but with a good view of the stage.

Oh, Lucy find herself thinking, the view on the stage is very good indeed.

Another band had just walked on stage and begun setting up. The tallest member, a teenager with short dark hair and limbs for days grabbed the microphone, his other hand holding his acoustic guitar.

"Hey guys, I'm Lockwood from Lockwood & Co," he raised his hands to indicate the cue for applause but was met with painfully awkward silence. Lucy, feeling pity, began clapping from her table, trying to ignore the butterflies she got from seeing the guy's smile. It wasn't easy when he kept staring at her, with widening eyes.

"Anyway, yeah so this is a bit of an underground song innit, so you guys might not know it but it's one of my favourites," he cleared his throat and began to strum the opening chords.

Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you