This is how to be a heartbreaker

Part 2

"Emotion, why'd you wake me up so early?" I groan, knowing Kyleigh, and Stella refused to get up.

"We are going to be late for the One Direction Concert," she sighs, probably thinking how long it's going to take for me forever to get ready.

"Your right!" I shoot up, grabbing my clothes that were already prepared for me. "I know I am, Stella is up, so hurry...." She slides in the bathroom, so I could change. The clothes I would be wearing were a little show off ish. But I didn't pick it, my step mom did. So its not my fault.. I guess.

I was wearing leggings, black ones, with the lace. These leggings are the high leggings, the ones that are made to sit on your stomach. I tugged my belly shirt on, which consumed the color of lime green. My outfit disgusted me. To be honest. If I pulled my pants down, more of my tummy was revealed. If I pulled my shirt down, my boobs will be showing. A lot.

I managed to let my leggings stay over my belly button, and, the shirt covered my top part, but only a little bit. "Stella!" I scream, standing there. In the hotel, feelings half naked. "STELLA!''

"Im here," she walks in, "what do you need?"

"I need advice," I grunt, "do I look like a whore?" "Uh, not really, you look like a stripper doe," she laughs at me. "Really?" I ask, "Just a bit? Or nah?"

"I said not really, so tell me," she flashes a smile. "What are you doing with your hair?" "Well, I actually haven't thought it through yet, but I want to curl my hair, and put it in  a bun, letting some curls fall out. Does that sound cute?" I question my idea.

"I need to see it first, but it sounds adorable," She giggles.

"What are you wearing there?"

"I have it all ready, im wearing a sweater, my new one, I got from Christmas. That Kyleigh says is horrid, but anyway. Im wearing my black street jeans. The ones you wanted to borrow-''

"Yeah, when am I going to be able to? Huh?" I interrupt. "Later, now let me finish. I am also wearing my brand new grey vans, the ones you bought me, Im going to take my hair out of the braids. So my hair can flow down in a waterfall, does it sound cute?" She inquired.

"Very, I know Louis is going to go after you, and if he doesn't. WOW!!! He better run before I beat his ass!" we laugh in sync.

"Go do your hair, I want to see it," she pushes me.

I might not seem nervous, but meeting the boys that you loved for almost 4 years, is very nerve racking. Rather you believe me or not.