A Single Daffodil [Harry Styles]

Wolf In Sheep's Clothing.

Eleanor and Perrie were very similar to me and Sophia.

Eleanor was very blase about most things (me), while Perrie loved being loud and less-than-apathetic about all things (Sophia). Eleanor loved food (me) and Perrie loved pilates (Sophia).

So it made a lot of sense that the four of us would become good friends quite quickly.

"Woo!" Perrie cheered excitedly as we were helped out of the black SUV. Two security guards dressed in black suits were waiting by the back entrance to the arena. When we started to approach them, they opened the doors for us and lead us inside. "This is my first real basketball game! I hope there'll be some fitties waiting for us tonight!"

"Ay, Mami! You have no idea!" Sophia responded with delight.

I turned around and gave them both a look. They were so similar, it was crazy.

While the three girls behind me giggled and talked excitedly to one another, I walked a little faster to catch up to the two security guards who were escorting us to the basketball court. 

When I was quick enough to walk between them, I put my hands on their shoulders. "Thanks for waiting for us, guys. Has the game started yet?"

"No." The one on my left smiled warmly at me. He was American and has escorted me to previous games. "There's still fifteen minutes before the ball is thrown."

"Perfect." I grinned, now looking over at the other guard. "You two aren't cheering for the British today, right?"

My American friend on my left laughed, shaking his head. Of course not. He was American! The guard on my right, however, let out a sigh before responding. "Look, I'm from Manchester so I should be cheering on my team. But what can I say? Lebron James is in the building."

I laughed, giving him a friendly pat on the back. I liked this guy. "That's what I like to hear!"

"Oi, Vita!" Perrie called behind us. I stopped walking and turned around to let Perrie, Eleanor, and Sophia catch up to me. "Your gams look stunning in those heels!"

Before I could even respond with a thank you, Sophia reached around my back and grabbed my butt hard. "And get a load of dat ass in that dress!" For emphasis, she jiggled it.

"Sophia!" Mortified, I swiped Sophia's claws off my behind. This wasn't the first time she's done that. 

The three of them giggled and snickered, holding onto each other like they didn't know how gravity worked.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. The three of them were such girls. Their hair was styled to perfection, their makeup flawless, and their dresses were tight and hugging their curves in all the right places.

Usually, I scoffed at girls who got super dressed up at games (Sophia especially). I never understood why they thought going to a basketball game was like going to the club. You were supposed to wear the team's jersey and sneakers! How else were you supposed to jump up and cheer when your team scored?

But I couldn't talk or judge any girl that did that today.

Because today, I was going to be one of those girls.

Listen, when I'm challenged, I get aggressive. I get intense. And when you grow up with a father like mine and play sports all throughout middle school and high school, it's practically impossible to not display a strong desire in beating someone else at a game. And while this particular basketball game between the U.S.A. and Britain wasn't my game to play, the game between me and Zoe was.

After our pleasant encounter at Liam's party, I got a little too...riled up. She pissed me off so much, in fact, that I spent the rest of my time at the party plotting. Scheming. Deviously calculating how I was going to make her look dumb today.

And I came to one final conclusion: I needed to look good.

No, scratch that. I needed to look incredible.

All my life, I never cared about makeup or clothes, or shoes. If it fits, I'll wear it. If the shoes are comfortable, sure! I'll put them on. Makeup? No thank you, it's too humid in Miami to put that kinda crap on my face. Maybe some mascara for a date or event I'm going to.

But today was different.

I needed Harry to see just how goddamn good I can look when I actually care about my appearance. And when he sees it, so will Zoe.

So what did I do? I recruited two London natives and a fashion-obsessed best friend to help me look my best for today's game.

We spent all morning shopping the high street. What I thought would only take a quick hour of shopping, actually turned into a four-hour trip. All I wanted to do was go to Topshop, try on some dresses, and get some votes from Sophia, Eleanor, and Perrie. That plan clearly went to shit when the three girls had to pull me back by the elbow as I started walking towards Topshop when we met up in town.

"Uh, where do you think you're going?" Eleanor inquired as the three of them tugged me backward.

"Um." I was confused. "Topshop?"

They all let out a hearty guffaw like I made a funny joke, which, just to be clear, I wasn't. In fact, the joke was on me because ten minutes later, I was pushed into a House of Fraser and was getting zipped up into my first real designer dress.

I went through twenty outfit changes in the dressing room of House of Fraser. Twenty. I tried on Tom Ford, Chanel, Dolce And Gabbana, Balenciaga, and even Gucci. I was living every fashion bloggers dream.

A couple of glasses of champagne and voting rounds later, the four of us decided on a beautiful sparkly emerald green dress from Balmain. It was so rich in color and intricate in detail, I almost felt guilty wearing it. It had structured shoulders, making me look fearless, with a hem that stopped a couple of inches above the knee. It was a short number, but it was perfect. It was exactly what I needed for tonight's game.