Remembering Sunday (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Bella's Point Of View

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

OH MY GOD.

I'M SEEING ONE DIRECTION TODAY.

Okay Bella, breath.

In and out, in and out.

Okay I think I'm good now.

Sorry, I had to let my fan girl out.

I'm currently trying to find a nice outfit to wear to the concert, and so far, it's hard.

And I need to fir gyre it out soon because the concert starts in four hours and I need to still do my makeup and get to Eric's house in two hours.

So really, I only have two hours to get ready.

Crud.

I finally settled on a loose, flowery muscle tank and dark skinny jeans and gladiator sandals. I changed out of my pjs into my outfit, and went into my bathroom and washed my face, brushed my teeth, and put on some makeup for a natural look. I plugged in my straitener, and straitened my brown hair. As soon as I was done, I admired my look.

Dang, I look good!

I looked at my phone and saw that I had an hour until I needed to leave to get to Eric's.

The sooner we get to the arena, the better.

I headed out of my bathroom when I heard a knock on my door.

Sam?

I opened my door, and Eric was standing there.

"Hey babe." He said, kissing my lips.

"Hi." I said. He walked in and sat on my couch and looked me over up and down.

"Your not wearing that." He decided.

"Wh-what?" I stammered.

This outfit is perfectly fine, it doesn't show anything that he would need to worry about.

"You heard me." Eric said, standing up and walking into my room. He came back out a moment later with a mini skirt and a crop top that showed most if my stomach.

"I don't care that you wear those sandals, but you have to wear this." He told me, handing me the clothes.

"But-"

"I want everybody to know what they're missing out on, so wear it." Eric growled. I instantly shut my mouth. He was getting annoyed and I had enough sense to not say anything else.

"O-Okay." I whispered, heading back to my bathroom. I quickly changed and put on the clothes Eric gave me.

Oh god, I look like a slut.

I sighed. I grabbed my shoulder bag and stuffed my clothes that I was going to wear into it. I headed back to Eric and he smirked.

"Much better." He wrapped one of his arms around my bare waist, and we headed out of my flat into his car. I got into the passenger seat and Eric lit a cigarette, and turned the car on and started to drive. He smoked and puffed out smoke, and I coughed.

This was going to be a long drive...

-15 Minutes Later-

We.

Are.

At.

The.

Arena.