Falling for the Foreign | HS

Homecoming

Chapter 9

I stare at my ceiling, hoping that time is flying by faster than I think it is. I'm patiently waiting for my alarm to go off so I can start getting ready for the dance. If I don't set my alarm, I get ready WAY before I need to, and that's just awkward (especially since my date is currently in my house, across the hall from me.)

Finally, I hear the glorious sound of my 3:30 p.m. alarm go off on my phone. I shoot up from my bed, running to my closet, and I pull out my dress. I can't help but beam at it, it's perfect.

I think back to the weekend after Harry asked me to go to Homecoming with him. The girls and I all went shopping for our dresses.

After I tried on tons of different styles and colors, I slipped on a spaghetti strap, white, lace dress. It fell mid thigh and complemented all my features. I remember looking at myself in the mirror and knowing I had found the one.

I smile one last time at the memory and the dress, before slipping it on once again. It's just as perfect as I remember.

After putting on my dress, I take the left side of my hair and braid it into a low, messy bun, keeping out all my little curls that frame my face.

Grabbing my makeup bag, I make my way over to my mirror. I conceal a few red spots on my face before putting on some blush and highlight. Then I grab some gold eyeshadow and put it on my lids. I finish off the look with some mascara and a nude liquid lipstick.

I'm not someone who's big on makeup, but I enjoy doing a little more for dances.

I find my small gold clutch on my dresser and place my lipstick, some mints, and both my school ID and normal ID inside.

I quickly check the time on my phone: 4:47 p.m. Shit, I have to be downstairs by five o'clock.

I search my room for my shoes and find my white, platform sandals waiting at my door for me. I grab them and sit down on my bed. Finally I get a minute to take a breath and calmly slip them onto my feet.

That's when my mind finally wanders to Harry...

I wonder if he's done getting ready? I bet her looks amazing, he always does. God, I can't wait for dinner. He still hasn't told me where he's taking me. I kinda need to know since I'm the one driving...

As a friend group, we all decided it would be easier to go take pictures at 5:30 and then have dinner separately.

Then we'll meet back up at the dance at 8:00 p.m. and go to Phoebe's after it's done. After recalling the schedule my mind wanders once again...

It's crazy that all of my friends and I have dates. Obviously Me and Harry, and Phoebe and Louis. But Ayla and Niall, Hailey and Zayn, Lily and Liam, and Amara and Conner. This is going to be such a great night.

I break my own trail of thought when I look at the time: 4:58 p.m. Show time!

Being careful not to break an ankle, I walk down the stairs to the living room. I can hear my parents and Harry stop talking when I reach the bottom of the staircase.

Harry turns around and I watch his face go from a huge smile to his jaw hitting the floor. I can't help but blush at his reaction and, God, he looks so damn good.

He has on a pair of black dress pants, with a matching jacket, and a black shirt with white hearts covering it. His hair is a little fluffier than usual, but his eyes shine just as bright.

He walks over to me with his eyes trailing my entire body, "Wow..." He finally manages.

I grab his left hand and look back at him, "You don't look half bad yourself," I smile.