Lovely - A Zayn Malik Fanfiction

13. challenge

A few hours before the competition

(Shirley's POV)

No, no, no, no! I got nothing to wear! Everything I wanted was not in front of me. What am I supposed to wear to the event. I don't even know the dress code. I'm in the middle of a mess here. I'm searching something from the piles of clothes which I threw a few minutes ago. This is soooooo difficult.
"MOM! I need your help!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Don't blame me I am frustrated.
"Holy mother of God, what's this ruckus about!" My dad came running in my room and gaped at my room which was messed up.
"Dad, I called Mom."
"Mom isn't here sweetie. She told you that she's going to her friend's house when you were half asleep." Oh my gosh. No way I'm going to the competition with no  good clothes. I mean what am I supposed to do now?
"I got nothing to wear dad?!" I whined to which he gave me a look and came in while tackling the clothes like hurdles.
"You're telling me that you have nothing to wear while showing me a room full of clothes practically lying everywhere." My dad doesn't get the memo I guess. I think all the men in the world doesn't get the memo in general.
"That's not what I meant dad..."
"Then could ya care to elaborate." He asked me to which I sighed. He didn't enforce me though. Instead he went up to the pile and picked up a dress which I didn't see was there.
"How about this?" I looked at it a little bit but then I thought I was going to a competition and not some beach party.
"No it's too beach-type" he nodded gesturing me another one to which I denied again.
"You know what dad I'll figure something out. You go I'll let you know when I'm ready and you let me know if Nora comes okay." I dragged him out of my room and he kept saying of how I should not wear something extra revealing. Typical much what every father would suggest.

After a while of whining, I picked a dress which was in front of me. It was a maroon polka dot ruffled one piece dress. I looked in the mirror and paired it up with a platinum chain which mom gave me last year. I kept it safe since then. I stepped out of my room after setting my hair in two space buns and leaving half of my hair falling.
"Sweetie your friend is here." Dad called out.
"Coming!"

I came out of my room and ran to my dad who was reading the newspaper with his straight cold brewed coffee.
"How am I looking?"
"You look great sweetie." He said to which I gave him a smile.
I rushed to the front door and opened it. I saw Nora outside. She was with her skateboard and wearing a headband. I could've worn one. Anyway I greeted her.
"Hi shi...aaa-ugh... What are ya wearing?"  She made a face as if she saw snails covering my head. That's gross in my opinion.
"What? Is it not good. Don't I look good?" I was on the verge of losing it and ramble. I looked back at dad who hid his face in the newspaper.
"No that's not what I meant...I mean it's not  apt for the competition. It's more for a date in a  restaurant where I'd be third wheeling and I clearly don't want that." She stated. I was relieved by her words but what she said was right though.
"But I don't have anything else than this. I searched a lot Nora but I got none. I don't even know what is the dress code. I would've gone for shopping. You should've-" I was cut off by Nora dragging me inside of the house. She greeted dad and he gave me a thumbs up.

We both were in my room now.
"Okay let's see what ya got." She started looking in my wardrobe. She frowned at every dress. I was bored so I just started to play Tetris on my phone lying on my bed.
"Don't you have any dark shade of clothes? I mean why everything is vibrant and pastel and shit?" I got up from my bed and went up to her.
"It is, because I wear it everyday. But I got dark clothes too, more like black." I showed her my black collection and she started gawking at it. I could see her jaw drop.
"No!! What kind of black you wear?! It's too chic!!! My....you know what carry a pair of shorts and come with me." She threw a pair denim shorts at me and stepped out of my room. I caught her pace and rushed to the living room.
"Wait where are we going? And if you ask me to come in just shorts then you better go alone." I whisper- yelled at her to which give me an amusing annoyed emoji look.
"Did you take the shorts?" I nodded.