Broken (a one direction fanfic)

Chapter 13

Chapter 13:

I threw my bag on the table in the kitchen and slumbered off to my room where I was planning on sleeping. Today was exhausting, I never thought I would become a radio broadcaster for BBC radio 1, despite how much I've wanted to... Not saying im Not happy! It's a lot of hard work though. 

I fell onto my bed and closed my eyes, I had landed on my arm which made it throb abit but after I got comfortable the pain ceased.

I was enjoying the peace lying in bed until suddenly I remembered something...

Crap.

Harry's going to be here in just over 1 hour! I shot out of bed and raced towards the bathroom, where was Laura when I needed her hairstyling skills!? I was not prepared for this date!! I thought throwing my clothes off and running into the shower ready to beat my high score time on quickest wash.

After I had had a shower and had done my hair and makeup to a satisfactory level I threw different outfits on my bed and tried deciding on the three I had my eyes on.

I wish Harry told me what sort of date we were going on, I can't exactly wear a full formal outfit if we are just going to the park for a picnic or something. 

I grunted annoyed, taking a look at my options..

The first outfit laid on my bed and a dull grey dress with sequins near the bottom... It didn't really catch my eye though, I thought before throwing it back into the closet.

What had been beside it was a green sparkly top and a denim skirt that came just above my knees, it was cute, but didnt have the WOW factor that I wanted to give Harry. 

The third outfit was a short dress that was a bright unappealing yellow that looked like something a slut would wear... I didn't know I had become a prostitute in the past 2 years?! I joked to myself, but I seriously doubt I would only get the attention of Harry if I wore this... 

I sighed exhausted. Why did being a girl have to be so hard, he was my best friend anyway... Why was I trying so hard to look nice, after all he had seen me when I looked my worst...

I stopped in my tracks as I noticed a white bag hidden half under my bed. 

I pulled it out and read the label 'Milly Boutique'. Sounded posh, I could feel something inside so I opened the bag and pulled out a simple but perfect dress.

It was white and had a soft satin material skirt and above that was the top half which had shapes cut out of it to give it more appeal and edge, it was sleeveless which means I wouldn't get to hot in it either, I thought to myself, admiring the delicate pattern.

I rushed and got changed into it, leaving my wavy brown hair free which fell neatly down my back, I slipped into my favorite white heels, which I have had for ages and luckily I still had them!

I heard knocking on the door and I peered down at my watch, surely enough it was now 8:00 and Harry was here. 

I took one last glance in the mirror before heading off towards the front door, grabbing my bag off the counter.

I opened the door and saw Harry standing there casually leaning against the door frame. He looked way different all dressed up like this, definitely not the Harry I knew 2 years ago.. Much more presentable I guess you could say. He looked good. 

He was wearing a blazer with some jeans and had some chocolates in his hand...Jaffas, my favourite. His hair had the normal messy look shoved to the right side of his face.

"err hi Harry!" I said smiling widely at Harry who smiled back at me, a smile that made dimples appear at either side of his cheeks. He leaned closer, and kissed my hand, wow what a gentleman, and gave me a tight, warm hug that I wasn't expecting, so I just tapped his back, it was very awkward.