Gotta Be You-Harry Styles Love Story

Chapter Two

I decided I was going to try the whole ' I think you guys are good, but my friend is totally obsessed with you guys and dragged me here' tactic we had read about in all these crazy fanfics. I dressed simple. Skinny leg jeans, black TOMs, and my favourite ever purple Jack Wills hoodie. I put on a little bit of mascara. I washed my hair, and pinned back the front in a little twist, then let my hair dry naturally so it would be wavy, now is one of the times I love having natural beach hair! My hair is pretty long, but I don't like straightening it, because it just makes it all split and gross. I thought I looked ok, so I went to go pick up Bella from her place. While I was driving there I thought about what she would be wearing. I absolutely HATE the look most girls have; the low cut top, the shorts that have your undies poking out the end, fake eyelashes and makeup that looks like it was done at a cake shop. I don't even wear foundation, and to be honest, I have pretty clear skin, so I don't like wearing it.

I texted Bella to tell her I was outside her house, and she came out wearing a skin tight red dress, that came to about 3cm below her bum, not leaving much to the imagination, with knee high black boots and a denim jacket. She had curled her hair way to much, and she was wearing more eyeliner than I ever have in my life. "Hey Bells." I said, as she slid into the passenger seat, she looked me up and down, taking in my appearance, "your getting changed before we get there right?" she said, noticing my duffel bag on the back seat, "no" I said, "why what's wrong with the way I'm dressed?" I asked, maybe a bit too sharply, "nothing!" she replied, with a fake smile, "I just though we were going to dress up a bit, that's all." she said,throwing her bag into the back of the car, looking a bit offended. "sorry, I didn't really feel like it." it took us about 45 minutes driving to get to the hotel we had booked for the night. We quickly dumped our bags in each room before Bella touched up her make up, and tried to force me to wear a dress identical to her's only black. Dragging Bella away from a mirror is one of life's trickiest tasks. Eventually I coaxed her away, and got her to the venue where the concert was. We were lined up about to go in, and our VIP passes, as well as my phone, where nowhere to be seen. Then I remembered exactly where they were.