Yep. exactly what it looks like. Cringy 1D stories in 2024. Composed by my cousin and I.
And yes, we are very well aware that they're supposed to be cliché and cringe. We've read so many that we decided to go on and give it a try.
Started: 4/24/24
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A/N: Before we get started, I have a few words...HE HAD NO RIGHT LOOKING THIS FINE, MY GOD!!! Anyway, continuing. Also, this will be in the UK because their legal drinking age is 18, and it makes more sense that way. Without further ado, enjoy. ;)
Y/n's POV~
I stood in front of the mirror, pulling two different dresses towards and away from me, trying to decide which one I should wear for the date I had tonight. I looked between the two of them, but neither of them was quite what I wanted.
I ended up tossing the two dresses on my bed and sighing in frustration. I threw myself onto my bed and began staring at the ceiling in hopelessness when I suddenly remembered something I had bought a while back. I had only worn it out once before, but desperate times require desperate measures.
As I took the hanger out of the closet, my eyes traced over the dress. It was absolutely perfect; the exact thing I was looking to wear tonight. The only problem? My mother hated it. Originally, she had wanted me to take it back to the store to get it refunded, but I couldn't, so she just told me never to let her catch me wearing it again.
I had stood by that order, but I had nothing else to wear, and I wanted to look my absolute best tonight, so I sneakily put it on and threw some other accessories to go along with it. (Dress below)
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After applying a reasonable amount of makeup for the occasion, I smoothed my hands over the dress one last time to rid it of any possible imperfections. Once satisfied, there was only one thing left to do. Get out of the house without getting caught. Then Zayn and I had the rest of the night for ourselves.
I had managed to stealthily walk down the stairs unnoticed, but just as my hand touched the doorknob to the front door, I heard an abrupt, "Ahem." From behind me. I froze in place for a moment before slowly turning to face my mom. A dumb smile crept on my face. "And where do you think you're going dressed like that, young lady?" I glanced at the wall, wishing to not be having this conversation. "Out..." I meekly replied. She narrowed her eyes at me. "Not dressed like that, you're not. Go get changed. Now."
I contemplated my options. I was now eighteen, legally allowed to make my own decisions. "No. I don't want to." She looked at me appalled. "Y/n, you look like a whore. No daughter of mine will be going outside looking like that!" She grabbed my wrist but I pulled back harshly. "Look, I know you want to 'protect' me, but I'm old enough now. You should know that I'm not like that!" I didn't want to hurt her feelings, but she was being impossible right now.
She looked like she wanted to argue more, but I turned back to the door, opening it. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date to get to, and I really don't want to be late." She had gone to say something, but the sound of me slamming the door cut her off.
A light breeze blew around me, and I sighed a deep breath of relief. I subtly shook off the moody demeanor I had a moment ago, and walked up to Zayn's car where he had been waiting to pick me up.
