Kiss Me

Chapter one

Wednesday October 10th 2008

Harry called me this morning and told me that he has a special surprise for me today when he comes home... I cannot contain my happiness. I told Michelle I was just going to clean Harry's house so then it would be neat and tidy before he comes home. She believed me. How stupid is she?

Obviously im not going over to my best friends house to clean.

But whatever, i cannot complain one bit, i get to see Harry after four months! I am so proud of him. He wanted to become famous so he went on the show X Factor as a solo singer. The judges thought his voice was to strong to let go of so then he was placed in a band with four other teenage boys. Harry thought of the name for it, One Direction. He decided on because he thought it would sound cool. They ended up getting third place in the competition but Simon Cowell thought that the boys will make it far someday so he put them into his record label anyways.

Amazing right? It's funny how far hes came.. From being in a school band called White Eskimoes to One Direction in a real record label? That's huge for him. I am so proud. 

My best friend is gonna be a star.

Anyways, gotta get dressed for my surprise from him.

Love, Ella .xx

I closed up my diary and shoved it underneath my bed. I hopped up and ran to my dresser, looking for something half-decient to wear when i saw Harry.. I don't know why im trying to impress him all of a sudden, but i am.

Torn. Torn, ripped. Torn. Beautiful. Torn. Wait.. Hold up? I have a beautiful sundress sitting in my drawer. Maybe its from Gemma? 

I looked down at it.. This has to be the nicest thing i have EVER owned. It was a pale pink with a bow underneath the breasts. It tucked in at the bottem landing just above my knee. I looked outside my window to see Gemma holding a thumbs up for me to wear it. I should have known it was her's. 

I held the dress up to my small, yet kind of curvey body looking at my reflection in the shattered mirror. I looked back out the window to see Gemma telling me to get over there. I didn't object. I slid the dress in one of the layers in my coat and ran down the steps. I was stopped by my step mother.

"Where do you think you are going?" She asked rather bitterly.

"To clean the Styles' home." I said.

"Alright. Go. But be back before it gets dark." She said.. Is she in a good mood today?

I sprinted out the door heading right to where Gemma was standing at the front door. I leaped into her arms and thanked her a million times.

Not litterally.

"Lets go get you pretty for my brother."

I blushed at her statement but nodded my head. I walked into the warm house. Gemma dragged me into her room while she got out several bags of makeup, a curling iron and a blow dryer.

Why would she need a blow dryer?

"Go get into the shower and clean yourself off first. You look filthy no offence." It's like she read my mind.

"I feel filthy." I muttered walking into her bathroom and stripping off my clothes. The water turned warm and i stepped in feeling all the dirt, and scum wash off my body instantly.

I rinsed my hair out and put some shampoo in washing it thoughly. Next, i rinsed that out and put in a size of a dime's worth of conditioner. I rinsed that out too and turned off the water. The warm towel i wrapped around me was fuzzy. It felt like i was safe. It felt like i was free from working for her.

I pulled on my knickers and a bra and kept the towel around me and i walked back into Gemma's room.

"Alright, love. Let's get you into this dress!" She said slipping it over my head.  (A/N the dress is in the side)

Something dropped out of the fabric and she bent down to pick it up. "I need to wax your legs too.. Remind me that." She said while standing up with a broach in her hand. IT was the most beautifulest thing i have ever seen!

"This," She said pointing to the broach. "Is not mine, it must have gotten stuck to the dress when it was in your coat.. It's yours." She said pinning it onto her dress. There was a huge saphire jewel in the middle with tinier dimonds surrounding it. (A/N its in the external link). But i just realized something. This coat was my moms. Her birthday was in September, making her birthstone saphire.

I gasped. "Gem, this broach isn't mine! It's my mom's! It's the only thing i have left of her now then!"

I decided from there on in, i would protect it like it was my duty.

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Gemma finished curling my hair and doing my makeup, plus waxing my legs in a matter of time.

And boy, do i look beautiful.

I feel beautiful too.

Harry won't know whats coming.