Catch My Heart {Danielle Bregoli}

Nine

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing the same clothes from the flight.
Trampy.
Tomorrow i was going for my interview at some shitty radio station. Ill get £250 and that should get me through a few days.

Luke was taking my out and to be fair, i wish i had new clothes. Maybe ill get some of Elisa's.

I walked out of my room and into Elisa's, she was at her friends house so it didn't really matter if i didn't knock.

The closet was a wall wide, stunning. 100s of different clothes hanging from metal bars. I decided to walk in and take a closer look.

Why was everything pink?

As i pulled a top down, i noticed there was more behind it.
"What the hell?" i whispered to myself.

I searched around for a way to get through. That's when i saw a black button near the shoes. I pressed it and it opened up.

My beat of my heart increased. Clothes that were my kind of fashion, stood before me. This was a dream come true. It was very rocky and emo, but i loved it.

And i wasn't expecting it.

I grabbed an oversized shirt, which seemed to have some kind of rock band on and some knee high boots. I decided to just get dressed in the closet, folding my clothes and then putting them into the wash hamper which was in the corner.

I walked out of her room and headed towards Luke's room.

The door was wide open, i walked up the stairs and saw him standing there in jeans and a top.

"Wow, Danielle, you look outstanding" he said while turning me round by my hand.

"Thank you my handsome prince" i tried to do a british accent but failed.

"Well it's better then what i can do" he said, sarcastically.

"We best be off, i have a taxi coming any minute now"

I started walking down the stairs with him following behind me.

The drive to the restaurant wasn't far, it was a nice, short drive. There was a cue lining out of the building.

"I bet you regret bringing me here" i laughed, a snort coming after.

"Not at all" he smirked. He wrapped his arm wrapped into mine and he led me to the entrance.

"Table for Mr Roberts?"

"Certainly, follow me"