Stay | N.H Imagine

You Stayed

*Bridget's POV*

Eighteen years.

It's been a good eighteen years since we met. May. 23, 2017

I remember the day I we met, I was playing with a group of girls at the park. I noticed a brunette haired kid running towards me. He thought it would be a good idea to run past me and push me to the grass hard so I can trip and bruise my knee. I tripped and my knee bled like there was no tomorrow, so I chased him around and tried to give him strong punches every chance I got. The both of us became sworn enemies for life but it didn't really last long.

After a year of endless fighting, he decided that he wanted to end things and just be friends instead. I agreed anyway because I was getting too annoyed and sick of it.

 I remember the day when we instantly became the best of friends at my kitchen table while eating my favorite bowl of noodles during a cold stormy night very clearly. He would tell me the lamest jokes and say some dirty jokes here and then and I was only eight and he was only nine.

I take a quick look at the mirror to examine the hair style I told the hair stylist to do and I smile at the look of it; my usual brown wavy hair is curled into perfection as most of my hair is put in a messy but classy bun with the remaining hair that will be left to fall just above my chest. The stylist starts to add little flower pins and carelessly putting them in random parts of my bun. The stylist smirks, noticing the way I looked at her work of 'art'. "He's going to be keeping his eyes on you the whole time especially if you're wearing the dress, babe." She winked.

I laughed a little at what she said. "Yeah right." Nudging her tummy a little.

"Yeah. Right. He'll be drooling when you wear that dress." She said as she stuck a white plastic flower in my bun to finish the look. "Done! Now let's go wear that dress!" She said, clapping her hands in excitement.

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I carefully changed into my dress. I really liked this dress because the whole top was all sequinned and shiny and the skirt part was in a laced design that goes in a spiral all the way down to the end of the dress and it has this heavy yet light yet flowy look. I examined myself for a few minutes and did a little twirl.

I checked my hair and make up and everything else one last time before Jamie, my stylist, knocked on my door telling me the car's already waiting.

I am nervous, my palms are literally sweating and my head feels a little dizzy making me stumble a little on the way out of the room. Jamie opened the front door for me and I was immediately greeting by thousands of screaming fans and flashing cameras and that's when it came to me; I forgot that I was a famous singer who is about to go on my third tour some time this year. I realized that I was just standing there lost in my thoughts after Jamie pulled my hand and dragged me inside the car that was waiting and was guided by the guards so we don't bump anyone.

'I can't believe this is happening. Eighteen years and I never thought this would happen.' I thought to myself.

I pinched my arm tightly to make sure I wasn't dreaming. 'Ouch that hurt, guess it's real.' I feel happy but at the same time nervous because of the unfamiliar rush that is coming to me.

"Are you alright?" Jamie asks, pulling my arm a bit to grab my attention.

"Uh...y-yeah. I-I'm just you k-know..." I stuttered, nervously laughing because I didn't know what to say.

"It's alright. Look, we have 30 more minutes until we get there. That'll be enough time to get yourself to calm down, right?" She calmly said as she patted my back to calm me down a bit.