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Chapter 19

I fell asleep on my bed and woke up on the floor. Sore from the apparent fall, I pulled myself up from the ground and checked the time, 1 P.M. flashed on the clock. I decided to make some lunch, warming up leftover pasta from a few days ago. I sat down to eat my lunch at the table and scrolled through my texts, all from Taylor.

"Hey how'd yesterday with Harry go?"

"What all happened last night?"

"What happened with Harry?"

"LAYLA!"

The last text made me laugh, knowing I hadn't answered her for over 12 hours. She was probably worried sick. I put my phone down and finished my pasta, then went over to the closet to pick out a dress for my first real "date" in years.

I pulled out three dresses, one being a blue satin dress with no straps that ended right above my knees. The second one was a white lace dress with no straps that went to the middle of my thigh. The final dress was a red dress that was short in the front but fell long in the back, also with no straps. I looked back and forth between the three, and immediately took out the satin dress, too dressy. I decided to wear the red dress because red was a beautiful dress color and I didn't want Harry eyeing me up more than he needed to. I slipped on the dress then picked up my black heels and carried them to the bathroom with me.

In the bathroom I started my daily ritual. First, I washed my face with a cleansing wipe and took off any makeup I had on from the day before. Then, I put on some new makeup. I used black mascara and a thin line of black eyeliner on my top eyelid. A little foundation never hurt anyone, so I put that on slightly too. I plugged in my hair curler and waited for it to warm up. After about five minutes it was ready, and I curled my black hair into a style you would see a actress wearing for a dinner date scene of her newest movie. I know, a lot of black. I promise it looked good.

After I sprayed my hair stiff I checked the time, 5 P.M. on the screen. Did it really take me 4 hours to get ready? I laughed at myself and went downstairs to get my phone and answer Taylor, seeing I had another message from her.

"Are you okay Layla? Did he hurt you?" she asked through the text. I could hear the tone of her voice like she was really saying it to me just by how it was written.

"Everything is fine, I'm going out on a date with him right now." I tried to reply fast so she wouldn't have to worry about me for much longer.

"Hook me up with Niall!" she texted back much faster than I imagined was even possible.

"I'll try my best, who knows if this little date will even work out?"

"Good luck tonight, hope everything really does work out! Not just because I want Niall..." she answered, and I decided not to text back, there was no need to. I could feel a faint smile on my face, however.

I decided to sit down and watch some TV, which was the most boring thing I had done all day. Nothing I cared about was on, so I just sat and watched a show that I couldn't even follow for what seemed like an hour. I figured I should call Harry to tell him I was ready. The phone rang twice and his husky growl answered the call.

"Hey, you're ready now I'm guessing?" he chuckled.

"Yeah I am, how'd you know?" I asked, laughing back at him. I slipped on my black heels as I talked. More black, I know. It looked good, trust me.

I could tell he was smiling, or maybe even smirking, into the phone just by the happiness in the tone of his voice, "I'm used to it, I'll be over soon."