Whisked away from reality with Styles (Harry Styles/1D fanfic)

Chapter 1.

'Why can't my hair just grow oh my god!''

Becky groaned and grumbled away as she got ready, It was a typical friday evening for us, me and Becky, my beloved bestfriend are in our newly bought flat getting ready for a night on the town. We had just moved from Leeds, our hometown to a small, rather posh estate in London for a new start and for us to finally share a flat together like we always wanted to do since we were like 16.

Becky has been my bestfriend for as long as I can remember, always been loyal and don't think we have ever fallen out once, she's the bestest friend anyone could ask for. It's only our first couple of months in the flat so I am still getting used to living away from home and not being with my parents, was a strange feeling but the amazing feel of freedom is like no other, finally I can do whatever I like, in another city with my bestfriend, going wild and thats just what we are planning on doing tonight.

I only have turned 18, whereas Becky is 19 and more used to living away from home and more used to relationships and everything I hadn't even expierienced, I have never even had a proper boyfriend.

So there Becky was, still infront of the mirror hogging it as she attempted more than enough times with her extensions, I stand there watching, shaking my head at her then I said,

''Give it time and it will, told you not to get it cut, you'll only regret it.''

I get my dress out for tonight and lay it out on bed and sorts out what I'm gonna be wearing on my feet, I pull out the biggest pair of heels and waves them at Becky ''think you'll need to wear these, you know..since you're a midget and all!'' I giggle away and she tuts, its always something i've teased her about, her little height or known as ''midget'' ''shrimp'' maybe the reason she keeps buying 6 inch heels to shut me up.

The main reason we moved down to London is because well, we wanted to live away from home but mainly because Becky's previous boyfriend was a complete arsehole so she wanted a fresh start more than anyone I was just more excited about the fact we are actually living in London now where all the famous people are and all the expensive shops which we will obviously not ever be able to afford, but thats the harsh reality when you have no job.

So, there we was getting ready to hit London's nightlife, pulling on our dresses and making ourselves look decent, eventully Becky clippedin her extensions, pulled on her black short dress and breathed out ''Right, i'm finally ready!'' I sighed with relief ''Good now lets get a move on the taxi is waiting.'' I walked down the stairs carefully in my heels and my white lacy dress. Soon after, we got whisked off in the taxi to the London nightlife, I hopped out of the taxi pulling Becky with me keeping a tight hold of her hand so she dosen't fall with the size of her heels, I glanced down at them ''I do not envy you when you get home, your feet will be killing!'' she shrugs and I just laugh, besides she'll be that trashed she'll be probably numb with pain.

We walk down the streets of London passing nightclub after nightclub until we came across one we recognised, Funky Buddha, we were so excited to get in there. We went and stood in the long line which ended up out in the street which was unfortunate as they were drunken men wolf whistling which made my stomach churn ,typical London I thought as I clutched my purse close to me.

Surely stood out here in the freezing cold with the drunken dodgy men will be worth it when we finally get inside,I thought. Becky being herself was on man patrol and spotted a half nice looking guy and pointed at him ''Look at that for local talent!'' I nudged her ''Oh god shut up or you'll have him over'' she giggles loudly ''Well, I think thats the point?'' I shaked my head at her and pushed her into the entrance as it is our turn to go in, this was Becky before a drink, complete nightmare but I love her for it.