Heart Breaker {Harry Styles FanFic}

Chapter 3

I looked at myself in the mirror, pursing my lips.

"You look fine, Em." Kelly rolls her eyes.

"I can still be nervous!" I say angrily, turning away from the mirror.

"Oh my, Emily Dawson, Nervous!" Kelly grins."I'd have never knew the day would come!"

"Shut up." I mutter.

"Look," Kelly sighs, stooping over to tie her converse."You look amazing, unlike what you're making me wear," She adds.

She was wearing a One Direction t-shirt -that she choose herself- a pair of 'Larry' converse -that I don't even know what the hell means- and some jean shorts with the Irish and British flags on them -that I didn't even know she owned, and am pretty sure we didn't buy them yesterday.

"I didn't pick anything you're wearing, Kelly!" I laugh. 

"You implied that I had to wear One Direction merchandise!" She gasps. Just when I was going to argue back, Ciara walked into the sitting room.

"Where you going tonight?" She eyes Kelly's outfit before realization takes over her features."Oh yeah! I remember reading your tweet about going to see One Direction tonight! Well good luck with that." She smiles.

"Sorry you can't come, Em only got two tickets." Kelly says, mock pout.

"Oh, it's fine, I'm more of a 'Panic at the disco' kind of gal." Ciara shrugs. I smiled. This is why she's my flat mate. 

"Anyway, I've got to go. Henry's bringing me out to dinner...again..."  She stares at the ground.

"Well, you do that then." Kelly smiles mockingly. I give her a stern look.

"Have fun, Ciara. Tell Henry I said hello." I smile kindly as she picks up her bag and waves, walking out the door.

"That girl." Kelly scoffs.

"Be a little nicer to 'that girl', would you?" I roll my eyes."Come on, let's get this over with."

"Be careful with that top, if you rip it, you're buying me another one!" Kelly warns.

"Oh blah, I'm sure it wasn't that expensive." I lie, looking at in in the mirror one last time."I mean, It's very simple. I hope."

I was wearing a pair of black jean shorts and one of Kelly's t-shirts, a red sparkly one that was slightly too long so I tucked it in to my shorts. I also stole a pair of her black heels for the night, but she hadn't noticed yet. 

"Just try not to vomit." Kelly smirked, grabbing her bag (that had all the boys faces on it) and opening the front door, gesturing that I should go first. I took a deep breath and headed out.

The paparazzi wasn't there tonight, thank god. I wasn't one to like them very much, although Kelly would be. Strangely, she was thankful that they weren't there either. Might be because of her outfit though, she's always been known as the girl who didn't really care for these types of things...

"Oh god!" I gasp, stamping on the brakes. I'd pulled around the corner where the arena was and the line to get into it was crammed with screaming girls aged about twelve to twenty. A young girl ran past the road, making me stop in my tracks.

"Mental!" Kelly barley whispered in shock."Lemme see the tickets while you find someplace to park."

I rummaged through my bag and pulled out the tickets.

I found a place to park near the end and got out.

"Oh thank god!" Kelly sighed in relief."We can go straight out to that back of the arena where a smaller line is!"