" Can we bring yesterday back around?
Cause I know how I feel about you now
I was dumb, I was wrong, I let you down
But I know how I feel about you now"
- Miranda Cosgrove, 'About You Now'
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Once again, I was back in the territory of not knowing where I stood with Eleanor. I mean, there was a large chance that she didn't know that I was allergic to coconuts because that's the dumbest food allergy in the world. But then again it was almost impossible for Louis not to have told her what had happened that day. And he was the one in charge of ordering the cake, not her. Unless Eleanor had decided to take charge of that as well.
I kept trying to tell myself that I was just over-thinking it, but that was impossible. Surely Eleanor was hiding something from me.
"That is the ugliest fucking dress that I have ever seen and I refuse to shove my arse inside of it."
Eleanor, Keller, Hannah, Melissa and I were bridesmaids dress shopping in London that day. Or, at least, we were trying to. Keller (who was the one who had just made that comment) hated everything that Eleanor picked out, Hannah was raging about Harry not calling her, Melissa was asking if Hannah's Harry was the same as her Harry (they were the same person, obviously), and I was once again on Hollister duty and was holding Eleanor's dog.
Also, I'm pretty sure that dogs weren't allowed in there. But no one had said anything yet and Hollister was out in the open, so I guess that it was all good.
"Keller, you've hated every bloody dress that I've picked out so far!" Eleanor groaned, waving the green lace contraption in the air. It was a hideous dress, I'm not going to lie. And that was coming from me, the girl who went to brunch dressed like a character from a 90's sitcom.
"That's because you have a shitty taste in clothes." I wonder why Eleanor even chose for Keller to be a bridesmaid in the first place. Nothing against Keller or anything, but she is difficult to work with. Her and Eleanor had never agreed on anything. I don't know why Eleanor thought that this would all mystically change just because she was getting married.
"I do not have a shitty taste in clothes. You do. This is my wedding and I get to pick out the dresses!" Eleanor shot back, slamming the dress back on the rack.
"I never offered to be a bridesmaid and I have no problem walking out now!" Keller threatened.
Squash, this was going to be the longest day ever.
"But, like, you do know that Harry and I have a thing, right?" Hannah was interrogating Melissa in the corner.
"I don't have anything with Harry. And I never will. I have a boyfriend. And he's only eighteen. I can do better than that." Yes, Melissa, that was why I liked you. That and your mermaid hair. "In fact, I have done better than that. If you want Harry, then by all means, go for it," she reassured her.
"I am going for it," Hannah muttered, scuffing her flip-flop against the ground. "It's just that there are so many distractions."
Oh my God. Hannah had the life of the average eighteen-year-old girl. She basically had the life that I always wanted. Wait, no, not really. Even the thought of having to find anything desirable in Harry Styles was nauseating to me. And being a teenager really does suck because no one lets you do anything. Or maybe that was because there wasn't much for me to do in the first place because I lived dangerously close to a rural community, but still.
