The last few days consisted of Niall and the guys worrying about me. Ever since my mom called I was more quiet. The words she said to me, hurt me. It was like driving a knife deep inside your body, to the bone. And leaving it there, to remind you of the pain. But it was predictable. Since my dad left, I was a burden to her. Niall was the one who worried most. I just wasn't myself.
The boys were at rehearsals. I laid in bed staring out the window, most of the day. I just couldn't wrap my mind around those words. I felt arms wrap around me. I turned to look at Niall, who was smiling nervously. I pressed my head on his chest and closed my eyes. "Brook, you need to get out of this hotel room." He whispered into my hair. I shook my head, I just couldn't. "Please? For me? At least for me?" He begged. I sighed. "Fine." I whispered.
Louis ran in smiling like a fool. "YOU GUYS!" Niall and I looked up at Lou. "WE GOT INVITED TO A BALL!!" Harry ran in and started waltzing with Lou. These lovely idiots tripped each others feet! Harry fell and landed on his back. And since Lou tried to prevent his fall, he stepped on Harry's face.
It looked painful, but I laughed anyway. It was too funny. Harry was so mad he just stomped out o the room. "Do they even have balls inItaly?" I asked sitting up. I was wearing one of Niall's shirts and hoodies. "I don't even know! But we're going to a ball, GUYS! " He twirled and walked out of the room. Niall looked at me and smiled. I blushed. "Yes?" I asked sweetly. "This'll be fun, Brook! You can wear a pretty dress and I'll wear a tux. And we can waltz!" Those blue eyes stared into my eyes. "Fine Fine!" I couldn't take it!
His adorableness got to me. It could be a dangerous weapon at times. "Liam's taking you. Since I can't see what you're wearing." I put on a pair of purple Uggs and walked out of the room. I wasn't matching, but I could care less. Liam gave me a giant brotherly bear hug. Liam was adorable too. He was the brother I never had.
"Ready to go Brook?" I just nodded. My brain was on vacation. I saw Zayn come out of his room and smiled slightly at me. "I'm taking my consultant Zayn with me!" I felt Niall tense up beside me. But I pecked his lips to reassure him. I planned on talking to Zayn about this... In the future.
We walked into a small shop with dresses EVERYWHERE. And fabric in places. Liam walked to a bunch of dresses. Zayn pulled me away and we headed to a rack a fluffy dresses. One thing I hated; fluffy dresses. It was quiet and he kept clearing his throat. I felt the awkwardness. I sighed an pretended to be interested at the color of the walls. "Favorite color?" I looked at him. "What?" I asked. He cleared his throat again. "Color? What's your favorite color?" He looked in my eyes. "Oh. Um blue and purple."
He nodded and went back to looking at dresses. He pulled out two and sent me to the dressing room. I REALLY didn't feel like changing in to those fluffy contraptions. I just sat in the chair by the mirror, and my mind wandered off. "Brooklynare you done?" Zayn asked impatiently. "No." I said in a small whisper. "It's been half an hour!! Have you even tried any on?" I sighed and stood up.
Zayn opened the curtain and looked at me in disbelief. He grit his teeth. "Brooklyn!!!!!! What the hell?!" I didn't care anymore. I'd just tell Niall I didn't want to go to this dumb ball. I know it'd hurt him, I just needed time to get over all this. "Brooklyn, I know youre all traumatized or what ever, but you need to do this, at least for Niall!" I eyed him. I was furious!! Traumatized or what ever?! With out thinking I swung at him. I heard him grunt in pain. He faced me and his hands pressed my shoulders against the wall. With out even hesitating he pressed his lips to mine.
My mind flittered back to flashbacks of the club. That night. His kiss getting more and more intense. I pushed him off. "ZAYN NO!" he ran his fingers through his hair. "Okay, I was trying to ignore talking to you. But obviously we nee-" He cut me off. "IM IN LOVE WITH YOU." His hands dropped to his sides. I raised an eyebrow. Now why would he bloody love me?!
I was barely getting over the fact that Niall actually loved me. "What?! Why?!" He blushed a little. "I can't explain, I just do." I shook my head. No. No. No. He couldn't! I was with Niall anyway. How could anyone love me either way?!
Liam walked in with a glittery dress. He looked up at us. "Uh, is everything alright?" Liam's voice concerned. Zayn nodded and walked off. I sighed. Liam put his arm around me. "Everything alright, Brook? And don't lie to me either." I nodded. "Is that..?" I trailed off, pointing to the dress.
Liam grinned and handed me the dress. "Try it on!" He closed the curtain and walked out. I looked in the mirror. This dress was really pretty. It was a purple mixed with aqua blue. It had sparkles all over it. Also, was strapless. Just looking at it made me feel like a princess. It was puffy, but I didn't mind.
The dress had me swooning. I slipped off my clothes and slid into the dress. I looked in the mirror. The dress did something to me. Instead of looking plain, I looked so pretty. So pretty, that I looked like a princess.
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