Changes

Chapter 5

I slipped into a maroon-red dress with 3/4 sleeves and black tights. It was a cold night and I grabbed a black leather jacket just in case. The dress was a lace dress with a slip underneath with a skinny black belt around the stomach and flowed out just to the middle of my thighs. I wanted to look like I had dressed up, but didn't try too hard, which I did. I wanted this date to be amazing. 

"Becca!" I called to my younger stepsister.

"What?" She peeked her head into my room as I stood in front of the mirror with two pairs of shoes in my hand. 

"Heels or flats?" Despite Becca's annoying and kissup nature, she wasn't the worst fashion consultant. 

"Well, heels would make your legs look longer, and give you some extra height. They would also look great. Flats are much more comfortable, though, if you plan to walk around a lot," she replied matter-of-factly. 

"So..?" I waited for her final answer. 

"Heels," she rolled her eyes, turned and walked out of the room.

"Brat," I muttered under my breath. She was right though, I must admit. 

I curled the ends of my hair, put on light makeup, and slipped on the black heels. I was ready. 

I checked my phone. It was 7:03. Louis should be here any minute. I decided to check Instagram and Twitter while I waited. And waited. And waited. 

I was beyond annoyed when I decided to call Louis. The call went straight to voicemail. It was 7:45, and the movie started at 8:10.  Maybe he's stuck in traffic?

I texted and called hime about 50 times before I gave up. It was already 8:35. He was supposed to be here at 7. Louis had blown me off.

Louis' POV

 "Harry!" I yelled to the other room. 

It was 6:47 and it took at least 15 minutes to get to Nikki's house. I was already dressed in a white shirt with red stripes, of course, jeans and white vans. 

"Harry!" I yelled again. "We're going to be late!" I was dropping Harry off at Liam's flat before I picked Nikki up. 

"Haz! Oh my god, where are you?!" I grabbed my phone, wallet and keys before rushing out of my room and into the kitchen. "Harry! I'm leaving without you!" 

I was about to open the front door and walk out when I heard voices. It was Harry...and a girl? Damn...shit's bout to get real. 

Being me, I stood by the door and listened. 

"Look, you shouldn't be here," I heard Harry say. 

"I can be wherever I want to be," the girl retorted. 

"Yeah, anywhere except my house. Me and Louis' house, may I add," Harry sounded irritated. 

Louis? Does this girl know me? Do I know her? I wasn't so sure she was one of Harry's new girls after all...

"I just need to talk to him. It's about Nikki."

Nikki? This girl knows about Nikki? And she knows me, too? Who is this chick?

"Yeah? What do you know about Nikki?" Harry questioned in disbelief.

"Nikki is my friend," the girl said, annoyed. "I am her first real girl friend in London."

"So?"

"So, I don't need you guys screwing up our friendship." 

"Why would we screw up your friendship? We were friends with her first!" Harry defended.