The Holiday That Changed My Life

Part Ninety One

"Making it up to you, part one." Aston sung cheerily the next morning as he strolled into our bedroom with a tray full of breakfast in his hands.

"You didn't have to do that." I tutted as I sat up, tying my hair up as I did so.

"Sure I did, cos I love you." He smiled, setting the tray down on my lap before switching the TV on.

I looked down at the tray and saw a small bowl of fruit, some pancakes and toast that had been cut up into letters that spelt 'I love you'. If you tell me my boyfriend isn't cheesy then you're lying. A glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee were placed in the corner of the tray, a red rose lay across the top. While Aston was finding something for us to watch, I snapped a quick picture of my surprise breakfast and sent it to the girls on our group chat,

'too cute!'

'Aimee: Cheeeeeseee!'

'Scarlett: Cute af!'

"Nicole: get me one!'

"Ast?" I asked after putting my phone down.

"Hmm?"

"I've still not forgiven you." I pointed out as he looked back at me.

"I know." He smiled, leaning over to kiss my cheek affectionately.

"Just making sure, it's going to take more than breakfast to make up the fact that you cheated." I said as he sighed and dropped his head.

"I know that too," He sighed, dropping the remote onto the bed. "But what I've got planned for you on Saturday might change that."

"What's happening on Saturday?" I asked with a frown, taking a bite out of a pancake.

"It's a surprise, I'm not telling you." He laughed, taking a small pancake for himself.

"At least give me a clue!"

"It's just the two of us," He replied simply as I frowned. "That's it, I'm not telling you anymore."

For the rest of the day, and the rest of the week for that matter, I tried to get clues out of him for what we're doing on Saturday but I got nothing. All I know is that it's just the two of us. So you could imagine my excitement when Saturday actually came and I could start getting ready, hoping I wouldn't get stood up again. Instead of expecting Aston home at seven o'clock, I received at text that said,

[don't dress too fancy, you'll be changing! x]

I'll be changing? What the fuck? Changing into what? Oh god, we're not going to a magic show are we?

I stuck on my leggings and an old t shirt with paint stained on it and my battered red converse. I'd already straightened my hair before Aston texted me so I was having my hair down no matter what. I stuck a layer of make up on before putting my old jacket on and slipping my phone into the pocket, heading downstairs to wait for Aston.

[car's gonna be there for you soon babe x]

[car? where are you? x] I text back in confusion. A car? Why wasn't he coming to pick me up?

The car that turned up wasn't too fancy, just a black BMW. I locked up the house and slid into the back seat, the driver setting off as soon as my seatbelt was fastened into place. I asked him more than once where we were going but he ignored me each time and it was starting to freak me out. What if I got in the wrong car and he's like an axe murderer or something?

We pulled up outside an old, run down building and I tried to get out but the doors were locked. Again, it freaked me out until he passed me a sheet of paper, unlocking the door afterwards. I couldn't get out of there quick enough! As soon as I shut the door he sped off. If that's not the definition of creepy then I don't know what is. Tearing my eyes away from the car in the distance, I drew my attention to the piece of paper in my hands which read,

'I know it doesn't look the best but come inside and you'll see!'

There were further instructions underneath but I followed this one first, pushing my way into the building via a heavy door. Once I was in, it was a smallish open space with two doors; one on the left and one on the right.

'The door on the right has everything you need, when you're done in there, come find me!'

I laughed to myself at his instructions and how silly he sounded before going through the door on the right, which turned out to be a dressing room by the looks of it. What the hell has he got planned?! I saw a rack full of dresses at the back of the room so instantly I went over to them, I'm a girl, course I would. There was another note on the dress at the very front.

'Pick any and put it on, they're all in your size'

Flicking through the rack of beautiful dresses, I finally decided on the white floor length with sparkly belt type thing around the waist (see picture) and a slit coming up where my left leg would go; it was so pretty! I quickly changed into it and I didn't half feel like a princess. It was so light and flowy, it was so gorgeous and I'm completely in love with it. I was too busy admiring the dress that I missed the line of shoes just to the side, with a note on top of them which said,

'Pick a pair to match, but hurry because I'm getting bored!'

I couldn't help but laugh at how well he knew me and the fact that I would've taken ages to pick one of the many dresses. But it didn't take me long to pick a pair of matching shoes. I chose a pair of sparkly silver strappy heels and slipped them on, admiring my new outfit in the mirror. There was a dressing table on the right hand side of the room which was full of different kinds of make up - it was literally girl heaven in here! I freshened up my make up a little bit, adding a bit more to my eyes and choosing a red matte lipstick. As I looked in the mirror it got me thinking, what were we actually doing? In my head I was thinking more along the lines of a really really fancy dinner.

But as I exited that room and entered the door on the left, I couldn't have been more wrong.