Bet On It | H. Styles

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(sorry for reposting this chapter a bunch of times, it keeps glitching out for me :/)
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Personally, I think ABBA music is so underrated.

When I was younger, I would dance around my house listening to my mom's ABBA cds, just a like a little dancing queen.

In turn, "Mamma Mia!" became one of my favorite movies and plays because of the phenomenal soundtrack that came along with it. When Patty and I woke up this morning we continued our movie marathon, starting off the day with said movie. Dominic Cooper could like. . . get it.

Around a year ago, I even got a tattoo to commemorate the beautiful music, and probably my favorite ABBA song, the lyrics "shining like the sun, smiling having fun, feeling like a number one" splayed across my left ribcage. And lately, I've fallen in love with "The Greatest Showman" and its soundtrack. But those were the only musicals I really enjoyed. I wasn't a huge musical person or broadway despite my New York City roots. So, usually, to try and get out of a funk, I jam to ABBA and now "The Greatest Showman."

Just before when I was working on my tan outside, I had those songs on repeat for– what felt like hours– however long I was relaxing under the sun. It was like how I craved tacos after a hangover, I craved some Super Trouper after a time of negativity.

When I finally gained the courage to call Dr. Hill, she said everything I already knew myself.

"Wendy, I think the best way to get over this fear of being found out, is to tell people what's been going on. Start with Patty, your best friend. No matter what, she is there for you despite any trouble you find yourself in. Talking about your situation will help you get your closure you so desperately wish for."

And she was right. One hundred percent. But that didn't change that this fear was a genuine fright. Opening up was like me dealing with a spider. I was horrified. One day I will, I have to. But even three years later, it was like an open wound that Kenny just poured a heap amount of salt into. Still hurt like a bitch.

But I pushed all of that to the back of my brain, and just enjoyed absorbing the sun. I didn't need to worry about anything with Patty's wedding in two days.

Quite frankly, I was in a pretty good mood today. After my talk with Dr. Hill, I just felt a weight lifted off my chest. I hadn't spoken to her in almost a month and I've clearly had a lot building up this past month. With words of encouragement from Isabelle Hill, I felt like I would be okay, at least while I remained around people for the next two days. After Friday, I would go back to being alone, and maybe it was better that way.

Right now, my only worry was figuring out what to wear to this shindig tonight. I hadn't been to a concert in a long time so I was a bit out of the loop. But, I liked to think I had a good fashion sense since I am in the fashion industry, so anything I throw together should work.

Unfortunately, Patty and Derek couldn't make it tonight, at least not right away. I was heading into unknown territory alone. Well, not really because I was able to convince Ethan to come with me. Apparently he had wanted tickets to this show anyway, but knowing me had its perks since I knew the band. And from a few nights ago, it seems the boys and Ethan hit it off pretty well, so it wouldn't be awkward to have a friend tagalong.

Niall had informed me they were going to leave around five for soundcheck and to hopefully surpass L.A. traffic and that me and Ethan should get there around seven to avoid the crowd swarming around inside.

It was now a little past six and I still wasn't ready. It was a little under an hour drive to the Troubadour from my house and to get there by seven we would've had to have left about fifteen minutes ago.