time to begin [n.h]

fifteen; dinner date

Abigail’s POV

 

"No!" I scream as I throw the third dress to the floor. I never actually got how girls had such trouble picking out an outfit for a date until now. I just feel it needs to be perfect. First impressions are everything to me; if this doesn't go well then he won't ask me out on another date. I can't mess this up.

 

So here I am, digging around in my closet looking for the simplest thing in the world but the hardest to pick out. It always ends up that way, doesn't it? We always make such simple things much more complicated than they actually are. We're the ones living life but it just gets harder and harder each day because we make it harder.

 

I finally found the right dress. It took a while; okay maybe an hour or two but I found it. So I laid the dress out on my bed before going to the bathroom and making a slight wave feel to it and did my hair in a braid thing that I found on Tumblr. I get most of my ideas from Tumblr. And since I had time, I also did my nails but instead of a solid colour I went for some pattern that looked quite nice with the dress. So with the remaining ten minutes I had left until Liam came to pick me up I rushed to get dressed and grab my purse as well as fill it with the necessities.

 

I hear a knocking at the door. Shoot, Liam is here. It's not a bad thing that Liam is here but I'm not entirely ready. I quickly buckle up my last heel and run to the door trying to make the least noise as possible. I open the door to see Liam in a suit holding flowers I don't know the name of. I have a fangirl attack on the inside but smile on the outside. I don't think he'd appreciate seeing the fangirl part.

 

"These are for you," he says holding out the flowers towards me and that's where my breathing started getting erratic.

 

Calm yourself, Abigail. They're just flowers.

 

"And this is for you," I respond pecking him on the lips, "I'm going to put these in a vase."

 

Nice job. I deserve a round of applause. But truth is, I don't have a vase so when I went to the kitchen to "put them in a vase" I ended up putting them in a bowl with water. Classy.

 

As soon as I walk back to the door, my clutch in hand, Liam grabs a hold of my hand and we walk down to a limo he had waiting for us. It wasn't anything too fancy but it's still a limo so dear god if he does this on the first date what will happen if I marry this dude?

 

The ride to the restaurant was short and we filled it with conversation about what twerking really was. We decided on it just making you look like you're having a stroke and there are no perks to it. He told me the story of how Harry twerked at the VMA's and I listened closely laughing even though I watched it live and remember it fully.

 

By the time we got out of the limo at the restaurant there were quite a few paparazzi snapping pictures at us. I just smiled and walked in clutching Liam's arm like how I always see in those celebrity pictures even though I was terrified on the inside. I don't know what they'll say about me; it's not like they were that nice to Danielle and she was perfect but I'm not so they'll hate me.