wonderlani

Chapter 13

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I don't remember what happened last night. That was the only phrase that ran around my head as I pushed through the doors of the Wembly at six in the morning. I sighed deeply as my eyes wandered around the open space; I placed everyone from last night the moments before we went to the party. 

Lizzie swung Zara around over her shoulders. Zara hit her several times in the back, as she laughed with the biggest smile on her face. Nattie jumped into a happy dance with Aiden, and Lousia took photos with a few of the guys who had just been eliminated and got a guy's number. I stood at the front entrance of the door when someone bumped into my shoulder,

I dropped my phone with a thud, "I'm sorry,"

The guy kneeled, handing me back my phone with a smile. Brown eyes. Shaggy brown hair, milky skin. 

I reopened my eyes slowly, as the security guard continued to lead to the stage of the arena. I adjusted my bag on my shoulder, my hands slide down in my pockets while I cleared my throat. The guard was apparently, a close friend of Louisa's. Don't ask, don't tell he said to me. I shook my head at the perspective relationship she had newly developed but breathed in thank as we finally walked through the back doors of the arena. Simon and Louis walked through these doors, and we cheered in awe at music royalty, but this time felt like the opposite.

"Why are you wearing that out?" Lizzie gagged at her eyes fell on me in the mirror. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her brown curls flared to the side as her black crop top ran too far up her stomach. Her green jeans so tight it would leave a red band on her hipbones. Flipped up to reveal a bit of ankle, her black ballet shoes completed the fiquation. 

I sat on the edge of the bathtub in all my winter clothes, but I still felt naked. I scratched the back of my neck, "Just didn't bring any party clothes. Didn't think we could do that here."

Lizzie's mouth gaped as her hands fell from her curls down to her hips; she spun around to face with the look of shock still on her face, "Uh duh! Dreamy boys that could sing and dance just screams, "bring sexy clothes!" I mean I thought you were in a battle of the bands, didn't they have that?"

"No it was a one-day affair, and none of the boys were cute." I deadpanned with my eyes glued to hers. She rolled her eyes as her mouth closed into a smile, her body plopped down next to me on the tub.

"Listen," She leaned to my ear, the smile still on her face. She motioned for me to turn my head, and I shook my head but obeyed. My ear faced hers as she whispered, "Anything that involves cute boys, means fun. Drinking means crazy. And hormones equal sex. Which to me, win-lose-draw, sounds like a good deal to me. Plus-" She slammed her hand down on my lower back, "It's a LoLo Throne party; the best shit happens there!" She jumped back up on her feet, still facing me, 

"What could go wrong-"

"Harriet?" I shook my head, my eyes reopened to meet a pair of stony greys with her lips quirked and eyebrows furrowed. My eyes popped open as I took a step back from her, a hard swallow slipped down my throat. Goosebumps raced up my arm like a rollercoaster, and the anxiety I felt dropped like the euthanasia rollercoaster. 

"Hi," I rasped, my hands pushed against my jeans but the clamminess made wet spots on my thighs. Gross. I shook my head again, clearing my throat, "I meant good morning Lousia."

Her lips turned a grin, but her eyebrows remained furrowed while her cheeks became flushed, flushed? Was she blushing? Embarrassed she had to talk to me? Anxious like me? But why would she be anxious, she's like a goddess? I guess-I mean!