3 Is An Unlucky Number (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 2

Hey duuuudes! Sorry I haven't been on in a while, my laptop broke... So I'm using my dad's right now. :)

Anyway if you guys want a dedication, then just ask. And I'll do some fanning too.

Anyway...

ON WITH THE STORY!!

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I sighed as I slipped on my dress. The blue material that was used to make this dress stuck to my curves like it was my skin. The dress stopped at my knees, so it wasn't one where half of my butt would be showing, though I'm pretty sure I would see a lot of those kinds of dresses at the prom. I just wanted to rip this dress off and put on a pair of my sweats and a baggy t-shirt, but nooo. I had to promise Zayn that I would go to prom with him, as friends of course.

"Julia, c'mon! I'm going to the live auditions for the X- Factor this weekend after prom! I want to spend as much time as I can with you please?" Zayn asked me for the 50th time on Wednesday.

"If I say yes, will you give me candy?" I asked as I raised my eyebrow.

Of course I asked for candy I mean, who wouldn't?

He said sure and I said yes and I fell right into his trap. And the 2 worst things in this are;

1. I didn't get any candy

and 2. Harry Styles is going to see me in a dress.

Oh and ever since I stood up for myself Harry has still been torturing me of course, I mean I only stood up to him when I was in the 7th grade, which was like a long time ago considering that I am now in the 11th grade.

What would Harry do this time. He has already given me a shower of punch and he has slapped me in the face at the previous dances.

I was lost in my train of thought when I heard the doorbell ring. I quickly grabbed my clutch and took one last look at myself in the mirror before sprinting to the lobby of our house. Yes a lobby, my parents are rich and we live in a mansion. Which is lucky for me because we have tons of spare rooms where I was set up art studios or just stay away from my parents.

But anyway, going back to how I look, if I said that I looked gorgeous or that I couldn't recognize myself, I would be lying, because I have seen myself with a dress on before, but that was in the years that are never to be spoken about, which means before the 3rd grade.

I pulled open the door to a hyper Zayn, his eyes full of excitement and happiness. All of a sudden his eyes grew bigger then they usually were. His mouth dropped before he mumbled something to himself and invited himself into the empty house. My parents were probably at a party or something, which didn't bother me because they barely acknowledged my existence.

"You look stunning Julia. Honestly. If guys at our school would be looking at beauty and not boobs, then they would be drooling all over you." he smiled. I groaned and chuckled at the same time, releasing a weird foreign sound from my lips.

"What was that?" Zayn laughed.

"Let's just get this night over with." I mumbled before grabbing Zayn's wrist and dragging him out of the door. We jumped into the car and drove off to where the prom was, which it was at a fancy club for rich people, like my parents.

"So..." Zayn spoke up, disrupting the silence.

"You didn't give me any candy." I pouted like a little kid.

"I'll give you some candy... Later." Zayn said as he focused his eyes on the road, I mean not that he wasn't before but, he concentrated more. He still looked excited though. But why? We saw these people every day in the hallways. Maybe he was just excited for the X- Factor, even though we hadn't mentioned it one time today? Just forget it.