I rush into my apartment, slam the door, throw off my pumps, and open my closet doors.
What the fuck to I wear.
I ransack through all my clothes, try on 172 outfits but they’re never good enough. Some too dressy, some too casual, some look weird on me. I need to dress like I didn’t try. But god knows I’m gonna try.
After contemplating for hours I finally decide on some vintage high rise destroyed denim shorts, with a royal blue boxy panel top tucked in looking kind of slouchy. I paired it with a black thin belt, and some black toms. I still didn’t think I looked good enough, but I guess I’m never satisfied with myself. I just don’t want Harry thinking I’m trying too hard, the thing is, he can wear a white tank top and jeans and he’ll look perfect, and thats something I definitely couldn’t do.
I leave my hair in soft curls, they’re not as tight as they were when my stylist curled them before the show, so they were nice.
I look in the mirror and sigh. I hope this goes the way I’ve planned 46 times over in my head.
I grab my shoulder bag and leave my apartment feeling nervous. I just want to know how he feels.
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A dream come true: Chapter 1
FanfictionA story about a girl who wants to make it big in the music industry. She thought she had it all planned out perfectly until she meets Harry Styles. A member of the internationally recognized band One Direction. She falls head over heels but along wi...
