"Hey, want us to give you a lift?" Suggested Zayn
"Oh, thanks. That would be-"
Harry interrupted quickly without letting me finish. "Oh, I totally forgot ! We should be helping your dad with the car, remember?"
"Uuhm... Since when is that?"
"Common, just- let's go. OK? Goodbye ladies." Harry excused with a moody face. He seemed worried
Harold started walking to the car. It was a Gallardo LP 570-4 Lamborghini. I'd never seen Harry in one of those before, to be honest. I was thinking maybe it belonged to Zayn instead of Harry. I mean, there's nothing wrong with going somewhere in a friend's car, right? Actually, I don't really know about it. Maybe in men's view it's the opposite. But, who cares? It was a very good car. Of course, we didn't ride it or either seat on one of it's seats as they apparently had things to do.
"Well, I guess you can't say no to that face, right?" Zayn joked. Harry was staring at him with a cheesy look. "Here. It's my phone number. Call me so we can meet up next time, OK? Had a great time. See ya"
Omg, was he flirting with me? HE gave ME his phone number. Ain't I supposed to do that? I sware I thought only girls did that. Eitherway, I took it and put it in my purse. "Nice to meet you Zayn. Bye guys" I said. Becca did a quick eco to it after I greeted.
Then, Zayn walked to the car where Harry was already waiting for him in his seat and started the car. A wonderful noice came out of it's tailpipe and engine. So loud and perfect. I fell in love with the lamborgini. I had always been kind of manly when it comes to cars and certain stuff. My father told me I used to beg him to buy me toy cars and played with them more than with barbies. Which doesn't mean I'm not girly. Not at all. I love fashion and boys. But, back to what I was saying, they both looked really good in Zayn's black and white lamborghini. I wanted to take a ride but that wouldn't happen. Maybe other time. Next I know, that white sparkle was gone and the loud noice played in the distance.
From the cinema's parking lot, we took a bus and then walked a several blocks and finally got to the best shopping centre. The 'Oh Lá Lá' Mall. Becca and I knew we could buy whatever crossed our minds there. It was our first place to go when we wanted to go shopping, as in this case. Although this wasn't our first plan, we decided to do it anyway. After all, Rebbekah had the crazy idea of inviting Zayn and Harry to a club on Friday and we had nothing to wear. How could she be so obsessed? We'd only seen him once and she was already filling the blanks of conversations with what she felt about Zayn. Anyway, I was already compromised with the date. I was supposed to send them both a message tomorrow evening or anytime early to invite them because she wouldn't have the guts to do it herself. She is kind of shy on those things.
In 'Le Petite Fille' I could see lots of beautiful dresses. Every week they had more. It was our favourite shop in the whole mall. I insisted to enter and Becca followed me. Once in, I saw this one dress: short, white and made of a really cool fabric. It looked like one Blake Lively, my favourite female actress and role model, used on a photoshoot. Amazing. Perfect. The best thing I've ever seen. My best friend took two or three and tried them on. I did the same. When I looked at myself in the mirror I felt so beautiful. It made me look sophisticated but at the same time fierce. It matched perfectly with my tan. Not really burnt but not white as snow. Intermidiate. Becca came out of the fitting room with a black and navy dress. I bet she was going to paint her nails with a matching colour. She always did. We both looked at each other and a huge smile appeared in our faces. We looked gorgeous! I think we never looked so good before. Next we knew we were walking home with two coloured cardboards which had our dresses inside.
"Good shopping..."
"You can bet it was !" She added as response.
I did forget about the drama the last five hours. Today had been really cool.
