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Chapter Five

After what seems like years Louis finally leaves so Perrie and I can discuss the party, I need more details then the ones she just gave me. "So the party is at Louis house? Is it close enough to walk?" I ask her as I clean up my desk and make my bed.  

"It's at his flat....He lives 10 minutes right off campus. So we won't be walking but Niall will pick us up." she tells me and I am grateful it won't be Louis, even though I know  he is going to be there but somehow riding with him seems even worse. Why is he so rude? If anything he should be gateful that I am not judging him for what he has done to his body with all the piercings and tattoos. Maybe I am judging him a little, but not to his face at least. It is just that I was raised in a home where tattoos and piercings are not acceptable, I always had to have my hair brushed, my eyebrows done, and my clothes clean. It's just the way it was.

"Did you hear me? Earth to Taylor..." Perrie says and waves her hand in front of my face

"Sorry...What?" I hadn't realized my mind had wondered.

"I said let's get ready, you can hlp me pick my outfit." She says. The dresses she picks out are so inappropriate, I cringe at each one and she just laughs, obviously finding my disgust humorous. The dress...ummmm...tiny piece of scrap material...she chooses is a cream dress made out of what looks like fishnet with her black bra showing through, at least the bottom is solid but I have a feeling she would wear it even if it wasn't. The dress barely reaches the top of her thighs and her heels are at least five inches. Her bright pink hair is in a high pony and she has more eyeliner on then ever.

"Did it hurt when you got your tattoos?" I ask her as I pull on my blue dress.

"The first one sort of did, but not as bad as you would think. It's like being stuck with pins over and over"  she shrugs. Ouch

"That sounds awful!" I tell her and she laughs. It occurs to me that she probably finds me just as strange as I find her.

"You are not really wearing that are you?" She say staring at my dress. My hand slides over the fabric, this is my nicest dress and I didn't bring many clothes with me. Since I skipped on going to the store today. 

"What's wrong with my dress?"

I try to hide how offended I am. The blue material is soft but sturdy and the collar goes to my neck and the sleeves are quarter length. 

"Nothing it just seems so heavy and long....." She says.

"It's barely below my knee." I defend my favorite dress.

"It is really pretty, I just think a little heavy for a party, you could borrow something of mine if you want." she offers and I laugh.

"No thanks, I am fine in this." I tell her and plug in my curling iron.