Meeting One Direction (continued)

Chapter 115: Oh aren't we sexaaayyyy

"It's 11:00 Brielle! Your friend is going to be here in an hour! Get up!" I hear my mom shriek. I slowly slide out of bed. 

"I'll be home by three. Selena is gonna help me get ready. You be ready too. Best clothes." I order. She nods her head slightly. I quickly shower and dry my hair. I pull on jean shorts and a zebra print camisole. I pull on a black sparkly half sweater. I throw my hair in a pony tail and let my bangs hang loose. I slip on blue high tops. Someone knocks on the door and I bolt down the stairs. Derek is already at the door. 

"Don't open it!" I squeal. 

He smirks and swings it open. 

"Hey." Selena says quietly.

"Don't mind him." I say as I push past him.

"Ooo gurll! You look hot." Selena says with a wink. She's wearing a pink summer dress that goes down to her knees. Her hair is curled and pin backed. 

"Ooo gurll! You're crazy. Just look at you!" The car ride there is full of jokes and laughter. It's actually really fun. We quickly order our smoothies, and we sit down in the back of the smoothie place. 

"Here. Let's take a picture. I want to remember our first outing together." Selena says with a wink. "Pose!" 

I close my eyes, stick my tongue out, and do thumbs up. Selena makes a fish face, and does a gun shooting me with her fingers. She quickly types something into her phone. 

"And wait five minutes for twitter to blow up." She says with a smile. I quickly check my phone to see what she captioned. 

'Oh aren't we sexaaayyyy. ;* Smoothies with @Brielle_anderson. Best Friendsss! <3' 

Lilly has already responded to the photo. 

'Woah. I called her along time ago. ;)' 

We laugh and talk for another hour or hour and a half. 

"Woah! It's already 3!" Selena squeals. "We should go get you ready." 

We rush back to my house, and are there by three thirty. I pull her into my room, and shut the door. 

"Your room is amazing! You should spend the night at my house some time." I laugh, and she goes through my closet. She hands me an outfit and pushes me towards the bathroom. She picked out a dress that's tight up top, goes down to my knees, and poofs out at the bottom. It's purple and has black polka dots on it. She hands me silver flats with a bow on each. She does my hair and make up. She straightens my hair, and pins my bangs back. She puts just a little make up on my face. She drapes a black and silver beaded necklace on my neck. 

"It's four thirty already" Selena says. 

We head down stairs, and my parents are ready. 

"We better get going." My dad says quickly. I hug Selena, and she leaves. 

The ride there is uneventful. 

"Honey, you go in and we'll park the car." My mom says from the passenger seat. I nod my head and quickly escape from the car. I slowly run in. Harry is sitting in a chair on his phone. He's alone. His mom and Gemma probably went to the table. 

He sees me and stands up. He opens his arms slightly. He places his hands on my back. 

"You get more and more gorgeous everyday, even though I didn't think it was possible." My parents walk in through the door as soon as I pull myself out of Harry's arms. My mom hugs Harry, and my dad shakes his hand. We walk to the table, and Harry and my dad talk about something. I don't pay attention because my mom and I are talking. 

"I'm taking you to get our hair and nails done tomorrow." My mom tells me. 

"My hair?" I ask. 

"Just a trim. Maybe get your bangs shortened." She suggests. 

"I like her hair the way it is." My dad says as he messes up my hair. My mom quickly smooths it back out, and turns towards Harry. 

"What's your opinion on this, Harry?" My mom asks. 

"Well I am a boy, don't forget that." He says with a light laugh. "You just want it trimmed?" 

"I want her to get it trimmed. It would look good!" My mom squeaks. 

"Well she is perfect just the way she is." He explains. 

"Awh that's sweet. But we need opinions, not you being romantic." My mom says with a wink. 

"I vote no." My dad says quickly. 

"I vote yes." My mom says in reply. 

"I vote whatever." I moan. 

"I vote it doesn't matter." Harry says quietly. "Common, the table is right over there." Harry squeals before pulling me over there.