The prelude to love

Chapter 5

Nessas POV

"I don't know what to wear!" I yell as I empty out my closet. There's literally nothing in there that I want to wear

"you out of your goddamn mind?!" Erica snaps at me, she's been trying to work on her research paper but I haven't allowed her. I need to get ready for tonight and I need her help

"No I'm not but I'm about to lose it!" I snap back "come over here and help me" I whine

"I have a research paper to work on, just wear something pretty Nessa" she says, turning away from the computer

"I don't have anything pretty" I complain

"You're driving me crazy! What time is this date anyways" she asks walking over to me

"It's at seven" I tell her

"And it's only three" she rolls her eyes "are you kidding me Nessa, you have plenty of time for this. Just take it easy before I decide not to let you go" she firmly says

"Now, please let me work on this, I promise I'll help you once you've found something to wear" she says and sits back down on her bed

She completely ignores me as I throw clothe after clothe out of my closet. By five thirty I am worn out and still have nothing to wear for tonight.

"You're a hopeless case" Erica walks over to me. I am laying on top of all my clothe, tired and annoyed

"I want to look pretty Erica, i want to impress him and show him what I got" I frown

"You already impressed him. If you hadn't he wouldn't have asked you out on that date" she says Helping me up from the floor

"Go on and take a shower, I'll pick out something out for you" she gives me a warm smile

This is why I love Erica, she's always there when I need her. 

I return the warm smile and head to the bathroom.

I have no idea how this night is going to turn out and it makes me immensely nervous. Zayn is nice, and sweet and hot but other than that I don't know a whole lot about him, even thought we went to school for four years. What if I end up not liking it? I did enjoy the kiss we shared and he gives me butterflies, but what if? Why am I even thinking like this?

I shake my head as if doing so will take these thoughts out of my mind. I scrub my body and wash my hair, letting the water relax my muscles.

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"Took long enough" Erica complains as I walk into our room "here, I found this for you" she says pointing at a burgundy dress that's laying on the bed

"It's beautiful" I walk over to the bed

"Yes, i found it underneath all that mess" she points at the pile of clothe laying on the floor

"I dot remember ever owning this dress" I say as I touch the dress. I have no recollection of ever wearing such a beautiful thing before

"You never wore it" she replies "I remember you bought it the first week of college and never found the right occasion to wear it"

I try to remember but the memory won't come Into mind

"Are you sure?" I ask her

"Yes I am sure, but whatever hurry up and get dress" she urges me

"Okay" I say putting my underwear's on.

"I think you should straighten your hair" she suggest as I slip into the velvet dress

I nod my head in agreement. For some reason boys love it when I wear my hair down