Good Girl Gone Bad (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 8

A/N - HIII. (: I'm back with an all new update! I'm going to try to update a little bit more this week because I'm going to King's Island this weekend and I won't be on. So, I hope you like this chapter. It does get a little bit....sexual? I must say. So if you can't read that stuff, feel free to skip it. 

Another thing, I would love some feedback. Tell me what you want to see throughout the story and I'll make it happen. The drama will be coming VERY soon. (; so, be prepared.

Grace's outfit is on the side!

Enjoy!

x0x0, Heidiee.

*GRACE'S POV*

"I don't know about this...I feel completely out of my confirt zone." I told Eleanor as I was looking at myself in her full length mirror. 

The outfit she picked out for me was a tight black dress that really showed off my figure. There was a little opening beside my breasts and it had gold studs at the top of it. I borrowed a pair of black heels, gold braclets, black and gold earrings,  and my red hair was done with two braids connecting in the back and it was curled.

It was a big transition from what I was wanting to wear. I was wanting to wear some shirts and a cute top, but Eleanor insisted that I wear one of her dresses. And here I am, looking at the final result. 

"Don't worry, you look hot!" Eleanor said from behind me, shaking me by the shoulders and looking at me through the mirror.

I nodded, taking her advice. Eleanor had a great sense of fashion so I always went by what she would tell me. That's why whenever I go shopping, she's right by my side, helping me with my wardrobe.

I sighed, looking myself over again. I ran my fingers through my hair then turned to my burnette friend, "Okay, I'm ready."

"Awesome!" She said, happily. She was wearing a simple white dress with wedges. Eleanor was the type of person that could pull anything off. If she wanted to wear a potato sack as an outfit, there's no doubt in my mind that she could make it look good.

Grabbing my black clutch off the bed, I followed my best friend out of her house and to her car. I sat down in the passenger seat, freaking out on the inside about tonight. I've never been to a club before. Being the preacher's daughter, you were gaurded all the time. Luckily, I talked to my father into letting me stay with El tonight and go to the movies and shit like that. He agreed, but I had to attend church in the morning. Crap. I can't stay out late.

I reached over to the dashboard and turned up the heat, "It's freezing! I should've brought a jacket." I said, rubbing my arms.

Eleanor laughed. "Honey, it's pointless. After all the dancing and sweat, you won't need it."