Baby Lips

Chapter 17

The weather was still unusually warm, but it was getting cooler. I clenched the cold silver handle that opened me to a world of infinite amounts of beautiful clothes; H&M. There was no other place I’d rather spend my money... except maybe Forever 21 or Urban Outfitters or Top Shop or Jack Wills. But that is not the point. I needed a new outfit for this concert, no matter what my full closet at home said. I. Needed. It. 

I began the thumb through the endless amount of silky fabric when I felt my phone vibrate against my leg. I sighed quietly and reached in my purse to get out the device. It wasn’t a message that made my phone buzz, but a Twitter notification. I held my breath, hoping it wasn’t another One Direction fan. I let out my breath when I saw it wasn’t a fan... it was Liam’s girlfriend Danielle. 

@DaniellePeazer: I better be seeing you at the concert tonight @scar_mcvay!! J xx 

I bit my bottom lip, trying not to look like the fool smiling at her phone in the middle of the store, and returned my phone back to it’s pocket in my bag. I didn’t want to return her tweet in case Harry would see it. I needed him to be completely astonished when I showed up tonight. I couldn’t wait to laugh along with the rest of the boys and their girlfriends, making Harry feel like a loser. 

Was that mean of me? Was I bad person for wanting to defy him and wanting to make him look bad? I don’t know, but the evil villain inside me definitely knew. And she wasn’t telling me the reason. 

My thoughts got cut off when I saw a beacon of light shining from the back of the store. That beacon being the most beautiful party dress I had ever seen. It was an outrageous color of lime green, but that is the way it reeled me in. I made a beeline straight for it, accidentally bumping elbows with a few girls on the way. I ran my fingers over the soft fabric and noticed the detailing on the high neckline, thinking in my head how great this dress would go with the white blazer that I already owned. 

I sifted through the sizes until I found mine and headed to the dressing rooms. I thanked the higher power above for making the dress look presentable on me and bought it without a question. I couldn’t help the smile that tugged on the corners of my lips from showing the entire walk home.

I was told yesterday by Zayn, that once again a driver would be picking me up to take me to the concert. So after getting ready all too early and having a struggle with how my hair fell that day and wondering if I applied to much eye make up, I sat on my couch with a stomach that was doing Olympic-level back flips. The heel to my nude pumps clicked on the hardwood floor each time I shook my restless legs. It was taking everything in me not to bite my newly-painted-blue nails. 

It was some kind of tick I had. I was always nervous before going out. And not just big events such as this, I was nervous before going to school, taking out the trash, even going to get milk. The only times I can remember not being anxious to go anywhere was when I danced. I was more adrenaline packed for that, never nervous. I think it was because that was the one thing I was always certain on. I knew exactly how that specific routine went and so did everyone else in the number. There was no room for error.  

The speaker obnoxiously buzzed and I quickly looked up at it, as if it was going to tell me something, but then remembered why the thing was made in the first place. I pushed off my couch and shuffled over to the box and pressed the button. 

“Yes?” I almost whispered. I cleared my throat as the familiar voice spoke back to me. 

“I’m here to pick up Miss McVay.” He spoke. I could see the driver’s face in my mind. The same one that chauffeured me to the club, but I could not for the life of me remember his name? Darrell? David? I shook my head and mumbled that I would be down in a minute. I grabbed my coral colored hand bag and shut off all the lights. I slowly closed the door and locked it, throwing my keys in my bag and making my way down the steps.