Sophie's POV
I got my 3 besties to help me prepare for this date. Marley did my hair, Adrianne did my makeup, and Rackelle chose my outfit and accessories, along with my shoes.
"I'm so glad you dumped that idiot, Connor." Rackelle suddenly said.
"Me too." I said.
"Sophie! You smudged your gloss! Let me redo it." Adrianne exclaimed.
When we were done, I took a long look in the full length mirror, and sighed. I look absolutely gorgeous. I changed my outfit even though Aiden said I didn't have to. (http://www.polyvore.com/date_night/set?id=97045304)
Getting into Aiden's car, I smiled. Aiden made me feel like a girl again. It felt great.
"You look really nice, Sophie."
"Thanks."
Nat's POV
The party was looking great. We had planned out 4 pages long of notes.
It looked something like this.
MUST HAVE DRINKS AND PARTY BALLOONS WITHOUT HELIUM. SAM HATES HELIUM. ALSO, GET A DJ, AND PUT UP A DISCO BALL. MUST HAVE PARTY SNACKS.
CURLS WILL GET THE DRINKS
QUIFFY WILL WRAP ALL THE PRESENTS
BLONDIE WILL NOT I REPEAT NOT BE IN CHARGE OF SNACKS
BLONDIE CAN BE IN CHARGE OF DECORATING
BUZZ CAN BLOW UP NON-HELIUM BALOONS AND HELP BLONDIE WITH DECORATING
I CAN GET FOOD
CRAZY STRIPES CAN BOOK A DJ AND MAKE PLAYLISTS
And the list goes on and on about so many things.
After many hours of perfecting the perfect party, we had 15 minutes left before Sam came.
"Hi! Come on in!" I said to 4 of my sister's best friends. Melanie, Zara, Jill, and Hilary.
There was a total of 11 people in the apartment so it was getting really crowded.
"Hello?"
"Hey! I'll be there in 2-3 minutes."
Sammie's voice echoed through the phone.
"Okay! See you soon. Love you!" I said.
"Yup, love u more."
"No that's impossible i love you more, Sam."
Harry's POV
"Okay! See you really soon! Love you!" I heard Nat say. Damn. Could i be getting... jealous? No I am Harry Styles! I don't get jealous.
"No that's impossible i love you more, Sam." I heard her say. I've had a few drinks now, and i'm starting to get a bad tugging feeling inside. I left the room and headed for the first closest bedroom. I had to crash on a bed.
Nat's POV
After hanging up with my sister, i walked back to check on the DJ, AKA Louis. Getting there, i triped on a wire on the floor. My hair was in my face and i hadnt seen the wire. I got up and headed for my room. i needed to find an elastic.
I opened my bedroom door and went to my desk, got an elastic and looked at myself in the mirror.
'Ew. I look disgusting. Maybe i should wear makeup. It is a party after all. Nah, i don't want to have to wash that gunk off my face.' I spoke out loud to myself.
"You're beautiful." A voice behind me startled me. I jumped so high and fell on my butt.
It was Harry. " Holy fudge! Harry, why the flipping hell are you in my room? Get out! You practically gave me a heart attack!"
"I'm sorry. But it's true, you're beautiful." He said quietly
"Yeah, okay, whatever. Get out of my room." I calmed down.
Harry got up and started to walk to the door. He reached for the doorknob and dropped his hand. He turned around, came closer and closer to me and smashed his lips to mine. His hand came behind my head. I was frozen. I couldn't move. I was so going to beat the shizz out of him later.
"Nat? Are you okay? I sae you fall i've been looking for y-". Louis came barging in.
Harry immediately pulled away and let go of my head.
"Oh my. Um. I'll just leave."
Louis closed the door. "Nathalie, I'm so sorry, i don't know what happened. It'll never happen again." He spoke fast. He backed away.
I took a few seconds to process what just happened.
I took one step closer, lifted my hand, and smacked him across the face. Hard.
"Ow! Shit!" He said, getting out of the room, holding his jaw.
"Nats?" Jae's soft voice spoke through the doorframe.
"Yeah?"
"Sam's here."
A/N
Hi! So if you'll go read my other books, that would be appreciated! -C
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FanfictionWhat do you think of when you hear the name Nathalie? Something girly, right? Not in this case. Nathalie Brent, 18, lives with her 3 guy friends, Aiden, Jae and Elijah, and her awesome sister, me. My sister is anything but girly. She's a sarcast...