The Bucket List (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter 31: Praise, Pleads, Prom,

"Okay," I said, running my hands against my forehead and through my hair. I stared at the floor as if it would give me an answer for what to do. I didn't even get a chance to think before I looked up just in time to see Harry walk through the door as he ran his hands through the bushel he called his hair. I looked over at Louis, irritated.

"Wow," Harry said in a daze as he looked on me. I looked down at my dress, but I didn't smile and blush. I didn't want him to see me. I didn't want him to be there. After he snapped out of his state, he asked, "Where's Christina?"  

"No," I said, turning on my heal as I walked back into the change room to find Christina admiring herself in the mirror with her beautiful purple gown. A pang of guilt stunted me. I knew she never got to go to prom with a date either, but she was the girl who deserved a date more than anyone. She was the most beautiful girl that I knew and I knew that she had experienced more heart ache than she led anyone to believe. She truly deserved the best. She deserved a special night in a beautiful dress with a perfect boy. But I knew that Harry wasn't her perfect boy.

"Is everything okay?" she said, turning to me.

"Yeah," I said, glancing over my shoulder to see if the boys had followed me. They hadn't yet. I grabbed Christina's arm and pulled her deeper into the store. "So you're over Harry?" I asked, quietly when I finally brought her to a halt.

"I mean, when I saw him again I can't say that I didn't feel anything," she confessed, "But you and Niall actually have something worth fighting for. You've lived the past two months practically spending every minute together. You could make things work after the tour when you get into Julliard, but me... there's no way it would work," she said, quietly. "And Derek... he's really something else." I smiled as I watched her bashfully giggle when she said his name.

"What if Harry came in here and asked you out?" I asked looking into her confused eyes.

"He would never do that," Christina said, "I watched Ellen," she retorted. I turned around to watch Harry slowly walk in. He looked like a scared stiff kitten.

"Can I talk to Christina," Harry asked his deep British accent that I knew Christina would fall for. He hadn't talked to her since he went barging out of the hospital in Australia.      

"No," I said, placing my hands on my hips.

"It's fine," Cristina said, nodding at me. I rolled my eyes as I picked up my dress and marched out. It's moments like this that I wish that I was writing a fiction book so I could become a third person narrator and listen to their conversation... but it's not. I sat in the mirrored area with Louis, holding my head in my hands as he hummed a tune that I didn't recognize. Sometimes I wonder when I hear the boys humming a random melody, if I'll hear it blasting through the radio in a couple years.

"I should probably go get changed," I said, sighing as I got up.

"Sure. Let's buy it, grab those two and get out of here," Louis said.

"I'm not letting you buy this," I protested, looking down at the dress. "It's six hundred dollars!"

"Trust me," Louis said, pushing me into the change room, "I've spent more than that on an item of clothing."   

"We want to buy the pink dress," Louis said to the lady who was gazing at her computer in the lobby of the bridal.

"Alright," she said, beginning to type madly on her keyboard. "It should be here in four months." I looked up at Louis in a panic. I didn't really know when I was going to wear this dress, but I knew that it would be before four months from now.

"No. We need it for tomorrow," he protested as the girl looked up from her computer shocked and then laughed.

"We can't sell you our sample dresses, especially before the grad dress season has even started," she said grunting. Louis looked down at me grimly.