The List

30. Prom

30. Prom

Today was the day of my secondary school prom.

I didn't quite know how to feel- I was a little excited, but quite nervous. Lauren, Connor's sister was come over to help me get ready for the evening.

It's currently 3 in the afternoon, and I'm going to have a bath before Lauren gets here at 4.

I get into the bath, throw in a Lush bath bomb and put some music on. I also put a face mask on to help hydrate my skin, as Lauren said it will make my face feel fresh and glowing. And she knows what she's talking about so I agree.

As I get out the bath, just as I start to prune, I hear the doorbell ring. I shout to Harry to answer it, as I put on some clean underwear and my white fluffy dressing gown.

As I make my way to my room, I hear Lauren come in and greet Harry, before racing up the stairs towards me.

"Em," she says hugging me.

"Hi Lauren," I hug her back, leading her towards my room.

"How are you feeling," she asks me.

"I don't know excited, nervous," I tell her as we sit on my bed.

"I remember my prom, I was a wreck."

I take out a dark nail polish colour and hand it to Lauren. As we talk, she applies it to my finger and toe nails.

"Connor told me," I laugh.

"He told you! Oh well, I couldn't decide what dress to wear. I ended up wearing the one that someone else was also wearing."

"Let's get started- hair or make up first," she asks excitedly, "I'm thinking make up actually," she says, just as I was about to say I didn't really mind.

I pile my wet hair up in a messy bun to deal with later, just so long as it was out of my face for now.

Lauren tells me to close my eyes- after admiring my dress which was hanging outside my wardrobe.

"I love Ed Sheeran," I exclaim as Lauren tells me about how her and a friend went to see him in concert.

"He's amazing. Connor was so jealous."

I laugh, knowing how much Connor likes Ed Sheeran.

"Hey, now I'm in the mood to listen to Ed Sheeran," I say, plugging my phone into the speakers on the desk next to my dresser where I was currently sat. I press on my Ed Sheeran playlist, knowing it had all his songs in one place.

We listen to Ed Sheeran, talk about boys and make up, and obsess over celebrities for the next hour. It was exactly like I had an older sister; it was so nice to have someone to talk to about girl things. Like Harry was amazing but he didn't want to hear about my favourite make up products.

A while after Lauren's finished applying products to my face; she takes my hair down from the bun and begins putting some kind of serum in it. She then plugs my straighteners and curlers into the plug socket beside my dressing table, and begins to twist and pull at my hair. I didn't mind what she did to my hair, so I let her get on with it, as long as it looked half decent I was fine.

"Done," Lauren announces proudly, waving her hands.

"So I can see now," I say getting ready to turn around.

"No way. Get changed first," she says handing me my dress.

Lauren helps me get changed, careful not to get anything caught in my hair or to smudge my make-up. I slide the dress down, and Lauren zips up the side.