That One Chance

Chapter 4

It was Monday. I was still hyper from the conversation on Saturday to the boys. I walked out my house as I heard Stacy beep from her car. She drops me off a sixth form before she goes college. We drove to my school, singing loudly along with the radio.

As we reached the front of my school, I saw a bunch of people outside with cameras, they were all looking around, as if trying to find someone. One of their eyes landed on me and in a split second, people were rushing over taking pictures and asking questions.

"What is it like to be friends with One Direction?"

"How did you and Harry meet?"

"Have you and Harry Styles got a secret relationship going on?"

"Do you fancy Harry Styles?"

"What was it like to kiss Harry Styles?"

"Why didn't you leave them any contact info when you first met them?"

I was so surprised and Stacey started freaking out. She told me not to get out the car, but I jumped out and quickly ran

towards the front of my school. I had people running after me, but the moment I entered the school doors, they were stuck outside. I struggled to catch my breath. My heart was thumping and I was stunned. I walked to the toilets and sorted my hair out, as it had frizzed from the run and the wind.

What was that?

I was so confused.

But as I walked into my classroom, I completely forgot about it. Because the second I walked into my classroom, my teacher was standing there, expecting me to hand in my English essay which was already a week late. The same essay I forgot to do last night. Great. The weirdest morning was then followed by getting in a huge amount of trouble with my teacher. Couldn't wait.

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"Wait, these jeans, with this top?"

"No, that looks horrible!" Stacy moaned.

Stacy hated my clothing sense, as well as my stubbornness to pick my own outfit.

I just threw the clothes down in a huff. She had said 'no' to everything I had picked out.

We left the shop, Stacy looked annoyed. She'd looked annoyed ever since I told her I was picking out my own clothes.

I looked around. There was still no more people with flashing cameras and unsettling questions. There hadn't been any people since that day at school, but I was still cautious, I was so scared. It still made me shiver, I never knew how scary the paparazzi could be. Or the 'paps' as I've heard people call them. 

I saw some girls staring at me and giggling, but looking excited, I looked down at my clothes. I knew they weren't laughing at them because Stacy had got them ready for me. I shrugged them off and went to find a new shop.

"Felicia!" Stacy screeched at me, as if I had just committed a crime.

"What?!" 

"You just went right past TopShop!"

"So?"

"Well, what's the point of even shopping without at least looking in TopShop?"

"Everyone shops in TopShop, I actually want something different. Something...unique."

"Eugh, you're so damn fussy," She moaned.

"You're the fussy one, now come on."

Stacy stomped next to me. I saw a shop and went inside. I looked at Stacy and her groaning face, she was checking out all the clothes and putting them into outfits in her head. I could see her working it all out in her mind.