Oh, Marcel!

One Hell of a House Party

~Ember's POV~

After I drove my self home, I ran into the house excitedly and told my mom all about my day.

"Oh and he's coming to get me at 7:00!" I squealed and ran up the stairs two at a time. I couldn't believe that  I was actually going to a social gathering with people. 

I tore through my closet looking for something sexy, yet casual to wear. I took out a low cut top and held it up against me, twirling around to look in the mirror. It was okay, but it wasn't me. I hung it back up and found a cute sweater.

I could pair this with a tank top and my favorite dark jeans that I already had on. This was going to be perfect. I just had to decide how to do my hair now. I wish I had a friend that I could talk about this with. Like what to wear and how to do my hair. Maybe I would meet her tonight. I sighed and went to take a shower.

The water whooshed on, the drops of warm water creating a nice sound.

I wonder if I am the only one that thinks that sound is soothing?

Probably knowing how weird I am. I chuckled at myself and began to strip off my clothes. I looked at my bare shoulder in the mirror. The tattoo still a little swollen.

I had gotten a tattoo after rehab. It read 'If we could only turn back time'.

To me this meant that I wanted to go back and stop the depression and the attempt to end my own life. It was actually lyrics from a One Direction song. Oh how I loved them. They had gotten me through so many dark days.

Especially Harry Styles. That dimpled smile, dark curly hair, and those bright green eyes.

Wait, isn't Marcel's last name Styles too? Weird. They did look similar too. 

Ember, Stop.

I continually told myself this every time I thought about...him. I shouldn't be, unless he calls me. Then I will answer, but for tonight I am turning my phone off as soon as Jimmy comes to get me. Who knows what could happen tonight.

Buzz. Buzz.

As if he heard me, the text on my phone was from Jimmy.

'Be there to pick you up at 6 okay?'

'Okayy!'

So a little earlier wasn't too bad. I sighed and threw my phone on my bed and then stepped into the warm shower. The water pelting my back. It felt good, like it was warming me and giving me a massage. I loved showers.

I finished and got out, wrapping myself in a fluffy blue towel and then getting one for my long hair. I reached over and grabbed my makeup off the counter and began applying it to my face.

Years and years of practicing this and my hand was still shaking. My mom always told me that I didn't need makeup, I was pretty enough. I didn't believe her though. All moms say that and all daughters say this.

Once I finished my eyes I stared at my reflection, my blue eyes shining.

Okay so I was sort of pretty when I had makeup on.

I padded out of the bathroom and put on my clothes I selected early. I stepped in front of the full length mirror and studied myself.

My hair wet and sure to wave soon as it did before I straighten it. My blue eyes, bright. The curve hugging jeans and the cute sweater top. I genuinely looked good. Wow. Maybe it was just because I'm happy.

Now I just had to wait fifteen more minutes until Jimmy finally got here! So i decided that I was going to read for a bit as I left my hair to dry naturally.