Diana (One Direction)

First Time for a Long Time

(August is in a Rehab, it just reminds her of a whack house lol)

I don't think you'd even realize, baby you'd be saving mine

I stayed in my room since Niall had left. Lying on bed, I stared at the ceiling. Elaine wasn't back so I had the room to myself. I haven't been out for a while now and I have nothing else to wear except for the white clothes they stock us with here. I was nervous to meet their girlfriends, it's been a long time since I've actually seen another female face that wasn't tied to this building. What if I say something stupid in front of those other girls and they'd laugh at me? Or what if they aren't like the boys and judge me based on what happened to me in the past?

This is silly, I shouldn't be going out at all. Will they even allow me to leave the building?

Hopefully, they won't so I wouldn't have to go. I'm not in the mood to make a complete fool of myself in public by saying something stupid or come off as a "Gothic" chick kind of girl.

No, August, you should be yourself. Who cares about what other people think? I told myself. Unfortunately, I had another logical part of my subconscious too.

They'll laugh at you and chances are the paparazzi will snap pictures of you and who knows what their fans will do if they see those pictures. Logical August had a good point. The paparazzi are likely to be following them around and they're probably outside the building right know, wondering why the hell One Direction is at a Rehabilitation Center.

Well, it's not like I call text Niall and tell him that I can make it. Let alone get a hold of him, since I have no cell phone or any piece of technology at all. Boy, do I miss those things.

Sighing, I turned on my bed, looking at the time. It was almost five so I had to get ready in about an hour. I remembered how I used to get ready to go out. I'd plan everything out, my hair, my outfit, my makeup, and even what I would say. Then, I'd make sure to avoid my father when I'd walk out the door and sneak back inside once my night was over.

A quiet knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts.

I climbed out of bed wondering who it was. It's probably Meg, coming to give me my new prescription or something like that.

When I opened the door, no one was standing there, instead there was a white box with a tag on the top of it. I picked up the slightly heavy box and read the tag.

Here's something other than white to wear tonight. Xx -Niall

I smiled and shut the door. Well that answers my clothing problem and I'd have to thank Niall for it later. I set the box on my desk and opened it. Inside was a pair of jeans and a navy blue sweater. I was thankful that the clothes were casual looking, meaning that we weren't going anywhere fancy or high class.

I tried on the clothes by the mirror, hanging by my bed. The sweater was a good fit and the jeans were a bit too big, but I could make it work. I decided to just leave my hair in it's natural irritable wave and I rummaged through my closet to see if I had any other pairs of shoes that weren't white sneakers.

By the time I found a pair of black converse, Elaine walked in and sat on the corner of my bed.

"You're dressed up. Where are you heading?" she asked, playing with my sheets.

"Niall asked me to go out with the boys and their girlfriends," I answered casually. I didn't want her to think that I was freaking out inside over this, which I totally was.

"Oh." Her eyebrows raised up in surprise. "You mean Niall Horan as in the One Direction Niall Horan?"

I felt kind of insulted at her tone of voice, but brushed it off. "Yeah, I guess."