The Transfers

Chapter 7

Kristine's POV

I walked out into the student parking lot. I had no homework, which meant I was home free to go dress shopping with Taylor! I found her car, and saw she had some special guests! I climbed into her Mercedes Benz and turned around to face the backseat.

"Hello!" A high Italian voice said. "It's nice to finally meet you!" She was so cute!

"Nice to finally meet you too, Marzia!" I said, smiling.

"Wow. I feel loved." Said Lisbug, who was sitting so close to the window I barely even saw her!

"Oh! Sorry! I didn't see you there! Hi!" I said, laughing.

"Hi to you too!" She waved, and we pulled out of the parking lot.

"I hope you don't mind, Kristine, but Felix and Shane texted me saying they were going to some party and they didn't want their girlfriends to be alone, so I volunteered to take them dress shopping with us! They're going to the prom with their boyfriends too!" Taylor explained. Yep! That's right! We're so cool we got all the guy's phone numbers! (After repetitive oaths we'd never share them with anyone.) Wait. A party?!

"I'm really excited. This will be the first time I've ever went to prom with Felix!" Marzia said, smiling.

"Same here. Except, you know, all the times we danced Shane's videos." Lisa said. We all laughed and ironically, we turned on the radio to hear 1D in a live interview. I reached for the dial to change the station but Taylor swatted my hand away.

"Sssh! I want to hear this!" Taylor said.

"So, got any girls at your new school?" The radio announcer asked. All of the boys replied with "Nah"s or "Nope!"s, except for Harry.

"Actually...there is this one girl. But I don't think she likes me the same way. We've been texting for a while, and I really want to ask her to prom, but I think she likes someone else." Harry said.

"What is this girl's name?" The announcer asked.

"I don't think it's right to say her name in public,but, I will say she is the most gorgeous girl in the world. She's blonde, and a cheerleader, and I absolutely adore her. Oh, and her name starts with a T." Harry said.

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Taylor's POV

Did he just.

Omg.

HARRY STYLES HAS A CRUSH ON ME.

WHAT.

"Taylor? Are you feeling well?" Marzia asked. I quickly pulled into "Frilly, Fancy and Fun!" and parked the car. I didn't feel well. My whole head was spinning and I felt like I would puke. But, like a happy puke. Like, I might barf rainbows and smiles. But, I knew one thing for sure. I had to pick out the perfect dress for Harry.

We walked into the store, and spread out into different directions. I really wanted to find a yellow dress. It was Harry's favorite color, after all. After around a half hour, I had found the perfect dress for me.

We all gathered around the dressing room to model our dresses. I was up after Lisa and Marzia. Marzia had chose a white dress that had a bunch of tulle from the bottom of her white satin belt to the bottom of the dress, that cut off at about mid-thigh. The top was covered in white roses and was strapless with a sweetheart neckline. She chose some white high heels to go along with the and a small flower crown.