My Night With Harry Styles ((ON HOLD))

Chapter One

Gemma! Hurry up! I still need to get in!" Rochelle exclaimed, banging on the door of the bathroom. I smirked, finishing applying my full false lashes. My chocolate eyes were rimmed in smokey eyeshadow, and my lips were painted a bold red. My blonde hair was straightened to perfection hanging to my lower back. I was in a tight red dress that hugged my curves in all the right places, and with my 160 mm black Christian Louboutin heels, I looked pretty hot.

"There you go Princess.'' I winked, stepping past her.  

Rochelle gaped at me.  

"Bloody hell Gem! You look....wow!" her mouth was hanging open, taking in my outfit.  

I grinned.  

"Thank you love! Now shoo! Get ready! We have to go soon!"  

Roch rolled her eyes and sauntered into the bathroom, turning on the shower.  

I plunked myself onto the couch in our living room, turning on the television.

Rochelle and i shared this apartment together, it was quite convenient, we also worked at the same hair salon up the street from our flat. We had been best friends since we were little, and all through school

The sound of the reporter on the telly pulled my attention back to it.  

"British boyband One Direction member Harry Styles is at it again! With those dashing curls, bright eyes, and irresistable smile, girls just can't say no to him! Harry was spotted leaving a club with ANOTHER tall leggy blonde this morning. Mr Player is still playing his game. Isn't it about time somebody gave him a little taste of his own medicine?"

I rolled my eyes, shutting the telly off.  

"Arrogant prick." I muttered, pulling out my phone.  

I was not a fan of Harry Styles, or the rest of his band One Direction. To me, they were just bitchy immature boys that wanted attention. And Harry being a manwhore and shagging a different slag every night certainly got them attention.

While I didn't have good feeling for the five boys, Rochelle absolutely adored them. In fact, tonight, we were going to a club called 'Lush', because that's the club the boys normally go to, according to Rochelle. It was her birthday, and she desperately wanted to see Harry and Louis. Why she would want to is BEYOND me, but we were best friends, and I said that I would go with her.

I glanced at the clock. 9:47.  

"Chelle!" I called. "The taxi will be here in a little past 10!"  

The bathroom door opened, revealing Rochelle standing in a robe, blowdrying her hair.  

"Can you grab my dress out of my room?" she asked, drying out her fringe. it was more of a side fringe, angling past her left eye, the rest of her hair just brushing her shoulders.

I hopped up and went to her bedroom, pulling her slinky blue dress out of the closet. By the time I brought her her dress, she was applying eyeliner to her eyes, and all she would need then would be her mascara and shoes, which were by the front door.

Her tiny 5'0" frame was bouncing with excitement.  

"Oh I hope they're there!" she sqealed, meaning One Direction.  

I laughed as she slipped her dress on, zipping it up for her.

Outside, I heard the beep of a taxi cab.  

"Damn. You are a lucky bitch that it only takes you 10 minutes to get ready." I grumbled, grabbing her hand and dragging her out to the cab.

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