For the Record

Chapter Six

Sarah's P.O.V.

I had gotten home around 5:30. I still couldn't believe I had a date with Harry Styles. And we kissed. And I had my picture taken him. And wowww I had got to stop all of this fangirling before Harry showed up.

By now it was 6:00. I had just gotten out of the shower a little while ago. I was currently (heaven forbid I went out) wearing my favorite baby yellow robe with my hair wrapped up in a towel.

I was still going through my clothes. UGH I couldn't find anything to wear! I knew we were going out for dinner, I just didn't know WHERE. Decisions decisions. When would I ever STOP being such a perfectionist?

I finally decided to go with a light pink/salmon-y color dress. It had thin, black spaghetti straps, and a plain, black ribbon across my waist. It wasn't too short, or too long. It wasn't too fancy, or too casual. No matter where Harry planned on taking me, this dress would do. I put it on, and looked in the mirror. I smiled, proud of my work.

After that, I worked on hair and make-up. I started with hair.

I brushed my hair, trying to get the waves out of it from being wet. After that, I slipped on a wide, simple black hairband, keeping my side bangs visible.

Then I applied make-up.

Now, I'm not one to wear make-up. At all. People who always wore ten pounds of make-up a day thinking that it looked nice annoyed the living crap out of me. Ugh.

All I did was apply a little bit of a light pink lipgloss. No more, no less. I liked to keep it simple.

I grabbed my black leather purse, and slipped on some black flats.

And I was ready.

Now all I had to do was wait.