It's a Friday afternoon, and I've been invited to an awards ceremony in my city by my best friend, Eleanor, tonight. She's the band manager for my favorite band, McFly, and I'm so jealous she gets to work so closely with my childhood crush, Dougie Poynter. Everything about him makes me want to squeal and kick my feet like a little kid, and I don't know how I haven't had an opportunity to meet him yet. I really hope that tonight is the night. Apparently they could be awarded Album Of The Year, and they deserve it. Their newest album is insane, I can't stop listening to it.
I decide instead of daydreaming about all of the possibilities that could happen, I should start to get ready. I need to look hot if I want to attract a guy, especially Dougie. I get up from my bed, and walk to the bathroom in my small 3 room apartment. I turn on the shower and as it's freezing cold, I go to prepare my outfit while it warms up. I open up my closet and I already know what I'm gonna wear. A black silky dress with a slit in the thigh, just what I need. I pick out a pair of thin tights, and I decide I won't need a jacket. I then open my underwear drawer, and pick out a matching thong and bra- pink and lacy. Perfect. Even if I don't get a man tonight, this will totally boost my confidence. I walk over to my jewellery rack and hold a pair of small silver hoops up to my ears, then throw them onto my pile of clothes. A similar silver chain will compliment it perfectly, too, I decide.
I turn towards my bathroom, and steam is already erupting from the door like a sauna. I walk in and test the water before stripping down and stepping in. I sigh as hot water flows through my hair and down my back. I pick up my shampoo and lather it in my hands, and massage the product into my scalp- I keep doing so until I feel my hair is quite literally, squeaky clean. I put conditioner in, then grab a claw clip and clip it up while I wash my body. I exfoliate and shave, and whilst doing this I daydream about Dougie and the boys being there. Wait- is Dougie even single? Shit- Eleanor told me that he was taken. She'd never seen him with her, but she wouldn't lie. Would she?
I wash the conditioner out of my hair and step out of the shower, feeling super fresh. I wrap my hair up in a towel, and my body in another, and walk out to my room lipsyncing a McFly song. I put my cute underwear on, then slip my dress on. Tight in all the right places, and hugging my chest, making my boobs look insanely good. I put my jewellery on, cursing at my faulty necklace clasp as usual, and then pick out a pair of black stilettos. I stumble around for a second, but then get the hang of them. I sit at my dressing table and blow dry my hair, deciding not to do anything special to it, it sits perfectly around my shoulders as it is. I pull out my makeup bag and think about doing a layer of powder, and some eye makeup, but not much more, as it'll smudge anyways. I put on some waterline eyeliner, and mascara after I curl my lashes. I dab on some powder and put highlighter on my nose bridge and inner corners. I use some spray to set it all in place (well for at least an hour) and stand in front of the mirror, feeling super confident. I take a quick mirror selfie, and send it to Eleanor, before I grab my bag. Oil blotting sheets, paracetamol, power bank, hand sanitizer, and a condom. Just in case.
At this point it's around 4pm, and I call Eleanor, to check if we're going to dinner.
"Hey El!" "Hey! I saw your picture, you look so pretty. All the boys will like you." "I only want Doug, but you said he's taken." "I'm pretty sure he is! You can always ask." "No way! I'll be freaking out enough over meeting the band, let alone asking Dougie about his relationship status! Anyways, are we going for dinner?" "Yeah, how about the usual?" The usual was a small family run Asian restaurant a couple blocks away from us, we went there once super hungover, now we always go before a night out. "Yes! I'd love to go!" "Yes El, knew I could count on you. Meet in reception at 5?" "Yeah, see you soon babe."
I hang up and sit on my small balcony, which I've decorated with cute vines and a small chair. I go on my phone, and click on Instagram in hopes to find any information that could tell me about Dougie's 'availability'. The first thing that comes up is a picture of McFly at a restaurant. Danny's with Georgia, Tom with Giovanna, Harry with Izzy and Dougie with.. nobody?
