Twolves

Chapter 11

Double update bc you are all awesome!

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Alana's POV

**Friday Night!**

Fi helped me into my dress for prom. A blue, long satin dress with a sweet heart neck line. "Thanks for helping me Fi." I smiled at the brunette known as Liam's sister.

"No problem. You are going to look incredible!" She squealed as I braided her hair into a bun.

"Not as incredible as you." I chuckled as we walked down the steps of the Horan's household.

"Oh look at you! You look so grown up!" Maura giggled as we talked about the carpool plans.

Niall's POV

"Shit man, I'm nervous." I choked as I straightened the tie to my father's old suit.

"Please, if anything, she's the one who should be nervous." Calum slapped the back of my head playfully.

"Yeah, Niall. I've got to agree with Calum on this one." James chuckled and took himself downstairs.

"Loosen up. If Charlotte was like this, you think I'd be going with her?"

"Charlotte? You got a girl to go with you? Shocker." I buzzed and strutted down the steps. Alana was draped against the counter talking to my mother and Bailey. Bailey was going with Liam, as friends, and Fi was going with Harry. The doorbell rung and I opened the door to reveal Harry. "Come on in." I groaned silently.

"Hey Fi." He smiled and wrapped his arms around her. The door swung open and Zayn and Perrie walked in. We're all here. I took Alana's hand in mine and the blush she tried to hide, crept onto her face anyway.

"Hurry up and take the photo mum. My car wont wait forever!" James rolled his eyes. Too bad you didn't get anyone to go with you. Now he's just the chauffeur... I hope.

With a click of the camera, we filled out and into James' car as he drove us to Prom. Yay! *note semi sarcasm*

Alana's POV

I took ahold of Niall's hand as we walked into the huge building. We were escorted to the gym where they took a couple photo. I smiled cheekily and elbowed Niall to smile. He glared but smiled anyway. "So, what first?" I asked as we sat at a table asigned to us and the others.

"I guess we wait for them, then we go dance." His smile was bright.

"Perfect." I interlocked our hands and placed them on my lap as the few left sat at the table. "I'm ready to party, I don't know about you." I stood up and took Vicky's hand away from her date's, Tom, and drug her out to the dance floor. We danced until there was no energy left in our bodies and the others finally decided to join.

"Alright students." Our principal stopped the music and stood by the mic. I looked over at Olivia, Lindsay, and Maryam. They were looking elegant, stunning, and beautiful. This is the moment they have beem waiting for. I can tell. "I am now going to announce your King! Drumroll please!"

The drummer hit his drums lightly and then gradually got louder as he hit the cymbals.

"Your Prom King is," he pause for affect. "Louis Tomlinson!" The crowd cheered but I only clapped. "And now, the moment you've all been waiting for! Your Prom Queen is." Pausing, yet again. "Alana Holland!" I froze.

No one clapped.

No one moved.

Not a sound.