My Darling ♥

chapter 42

emily has been working on my hair for 45 minutes. i have an awful feeling that she's goingn to take even longer on my face. 

"are you done yet?" i whine.

"bare with me. your hair is the easiest in history to curl! you're lucky it only takes 30 minutes. i'll be done in about five minutes"

"but it's taking forever!"

"calm yourself"

"this is why i don't curl my hair" i huff and slouch in my chair.

she taps my shoulder and i sigh and sit up straight again. "when do i get to slouch? my back is killing me!" 

"five minutes, dear. hang in there"

i sigh again and look at amanda. "can you get me my phone?" i ask her. she nods and get up from her place on the floor. when she reaches my nightstand i change my mind. "wait. nevermind. sorry" i say.

she nods again and sits back down next to jennifer. 

"okay. i'm done" emily says. she unplugs the curler, sets it down on the counter in my bathroom.

i begin to get up to stretch my back and neck but emily pushes me back down. "sorry, hon. no time. i got to get your make up done" she said. i sigh and nod. "get it done" i say and close my eyes, in an attempt to clear my thought of last night. it's all i can seem to think about. hunter telling me the horrifying truth and josh not telling me any truth. what am i supposed to think? what do i do? why did this happen? 

all things happen for a reason. why did this happen? why now? why did it have to be last night?  

i'm doing exactly what i told myself not to do. think about last night. 

i need to think about anything else. anything. 

i search my brain for any kind of information or event or person that i could think about to bare a wall separating my thoughts. 

i think about all of the possibilities of today. what could happen and what's probably going to happen. i think about the fantasies and reality. what's the possibility of meeting them? i mean, i know we're going backstae but you don't always see celebrities backstage. and even if we do see them they will be guarded by a thousand security guards each. it's rediculous. what is the possibility of meeting them? 

while i was thinking about all of this, emily was finished. she stepes back to admire her work and jennifer and amanda join her. they look at me in awe. 

"oh. my. god" amanda gapes as she smiles. 

"em! you did so good!" jennifer sqeals.

"no. she was already gorgeous. i just beautied her up a bit" emily shrugged. 

i get up and walk over to my mirror, but before i can see myself emily grabs my arm and pullls me away. "no, no, no. you can't see yourself until you get dressed" she said. 

"but-"

"nope"

"can't i just-"

"uh-uh" she shakes her head and pulls me to my bed and pushes me down so i'm sitting. 

she sorts her clothes, that she threw on my bed earlier, and sets them in ourfits. there were two tank tops, short-sleeve, and shorts. and then two dresses and two skirts. 

i shake my head at all of them. "no way. i'll just find something of my own" i say she shakes her head. "no, you're not. you will wear one of these outfits whether you like it or not"

"but-"

"no buts. i will make you look amazing! just, trust me"

i sigh. "fine"

"good. go put this on" she hands me a short, low-cut, black dress. the back had a big dip and it was connected by two strings forming an 'X'; like the other dress that she showed me. 

"i don't know about that. it's pretty short and i don't feel comforatable with my boobs hanging out" i shake my head. 

"trust me" 

"fine" i grab the dress and walk over to my dresser. i grab a bra that matches my panties and put it on before stripping off my undershirt and slipping on the dress. i put it on over my head and pull it down as low as it can go without having my boobs hang out, like i said before. emily sqeals and signals me to turn around. i oblige and she ties a bow in the back. i can tell by the way she tied it, it's a pretty big bow. 

i'm not comforatable in this dress. but it seems like the best option. 

she walked picked up at pair of sparkly black pumps and held them out to me. i pushed them away. "i'm wearing you clothes. no way am i wearing your shoes". i got my white toms and slipped them on; after putting on "no-show" socks. 

"you totally killed the sexy with your shoes but i have to say you still look pretty damn good" emily winked at me. 

"can i look at myself now?"

"yes" 

i walked over to my full length mirror and my jaw dropped. 

"are you sure that's me?" i said. touching my hair and face to make sure it is. i shoothed out the dress and emily smiled. 

"i told you" she said. 

"yeah. yeah". i go pick up my phone and chck the time. "it's 11:32". 

"we're behind schedule! everyone go to the car now! go! go! go!" emiy said as she ran out of my room. me, amanda and jennifer look at eachother for a second, before we start laughing. 

they follow her steps to the door. "i'll be there in a minute" i say and they nod and walk out. 

i grab my bag. then set it back dowwn. habit. 

i grab my black ray ban wayfarers and put them on as i'm walking out of my bedroom.

i dont even reach the end of the stairs before emily yanks my arm and pulls me down the last three steps. she pulls me towards the front door. "i'm hungry. i need food" i say and begin walking towards the kitchen. 

"no time!"

"it'll take two seconds"

"no!" 

"can't i just grab a bananna?"

"no! we need to go!"

"fine" i say.

when we get to the car emily opens the door to the backseat of her dad's navy blue gt350 shelby cobra (he let us borrow it for the day) and amanda is on the other side, buckled in, with jennifer in the middle seat. i get in and buckle up while emily gets in the passenger seat and buckles up as well. 

"are you girls ready to meet your idols?" jayme asked us. we scream "YES!" and she laughs. "alrighty then. i guess we shall be going then". she started the car and drove down the street. 

today.. is a very special day. 

emily will make sure of it. there's no way that she will leave there without kissing zayn. there's no way. she will get her way.. as always. but who says that's a bad thing? it might just be a gft in situations like this.