It is What It is | {L.T./A.I.} | on hold

five

I stood there, staring into my reflection and looking over the fifth outfit I had put on. First it was a pretty dress, then I thought I was trying too hard, then I went to look like shit, baggy t-shirt and sweats. It was more than an awful pattern before I decided to call Kat as see what she had to say about it.

It seemed like it had rung for forever before her grogily voice answered the phone with annoyance, "Why in Sam's name are you calling me at fucking 5 in the morning" she scolded me.

"Kitty! I need your help!" I pleaded with vulnerability.

"What is it?" she asked, her voice lighted with the negativity. She wasn't exactly happy with the interruption I caused from her slumber, but she didn't sound as mad at me.

She knew what I needed help with. The only thing I had been talking about since the first day of school was 'Coffee Thursday Morning With Louis Tomlinson'. She could probably write a paper about it I talked about it so much.

"I have no idea what to wear," I said helplessly.

"Calm down. Um, wear almost anything we bought while together. Try to look good with making it look like you didn't try at all," she said, the exact thing I've been trying to do since I opened my eyes and got out of the shower this morning.

"I've been trying to do that! But it comes out all wrong!" I whined.

She sighed with frustration on the other side of the line.

"Do you remember the outfit we wore in my favorite picture of us. You were wearing dark highwaisted shorts with all those gold buttons? And then deep red scoop neck t-shirt with a few braclets and that necklace? Wear that, you always look amazing in in, but it's still casual,"

"They aren't too short? What shoes should I wear, I forgot to shave!"

"Jesus Chri-" I heard her mumble in frustration and then her voice just fade.

I could just picture her fingers placed on one of her temples and her eye closed as she tried to be more patient with me.

"Kitty?" I question through the phone hesitantly.

"I'm here. Get back in the shower and shave real quick, you still have an hour to get ready before he gets there. No they aren't too short at all. Wear your black TOMS, they make your legs look long. Don't do anything to your hair, maybe you can wear your red and black snapback, or a black beanie. You should actually, your face needs to be seen. Wear the same simple make up you always do, stop fucking stressing. Now have fun, good luck, I'll kick his british ass id he tries anything, if you call me again for this shit I'll punch your boobs off, I fucking love you, asshole, see you at school to tell me how everything went, goodnight hun," and with that she hung up the phone before I could correct her 'good night' dismissal. I just smiled as I did what she said.

I decided on the black knitted beanie that was loose on my head, my hair pulled back but it resting nicely atop my dark curls. The bright blue ends of my hair contracted nicely with the red top.

As I got dressed and applied what little makeup I had, I found myself more than content with myself.

I smiled as I went down stairs into the living room, still having twenty minutes until he was supposed to be here. I pulled out a book from my small draw string backpack and happily put myself into another persons shoes, at least for a little while.

It seemed like hours passed before I heard a light knock at my front door. I could barely concentrate on my book anyways, my eyes repeatedly glancing over to the door, WAY much more than they should before a coffee with Louis Tomlinson.