Unbroken *DELETING SOON*

Chapter 2:

I took a nap, and then woke up feeling really happy, for the first time on my life I was actually going to a party. I looked in my closet and found nothing. What was I going to wear? Without thinking it twice I grabbed my purse and called a cab. The cab got here 2 minutes after I called; I got to the mall and started looking for something pretty on every store. I finally found the one, it was gorgeous. I also bought some high heels.

I finished paying, got a fro-yo and went to my hotel again.

I showered and put my dress on, it looked gorgeous, I left my long and curly hair al' natural and only applied some makeup. I was finally ready. I was just about to call a cab when I remembered a little problem. Harry didn't give me the address. I looked in my purse for Louis' number but I couldn't find it, then I remembered I had left it in the bathroom when I took my makeup out. I found it and dialed the number.

"Hello?" I so don't identify the voice.

"Um, hi, is this Louis?"

"No, who's asking?" It's sounds like and Irish accent?

"I'm Beau"

"Oh, hi Beau!"

"Hi?" Who the hell is this?

"I'm Niall!"

"Sorry, who?"

"Niall, I was on the plane... Blond guy."

"Oh right! You're the one who was staring at me sleep. Well, I was just wondering if you could give me the address for the party, you see Harry didn't give it to me."

"Oh sure! Where are you staying at?"

"At the Four Seasons Canary?"

"Oh, really? We're staying there too! our room's 967, come and we'll take you.

"Awesome! I'll be there in about 5 minutes!"

"Ok, bye."

Wow. The boys lived like 5 rooms away from mine! I checked my makeup because I didn't want to be really charged. I looked good. For the first time in my life I looked good. I started to look at myself in the mirror; I realized my lovely blue eyes, my perfect and white smile, and my beautiful hair. Why do I hate myself? I really can't think of any good reasons to hate myself. I walked to the boys' room and heard some screaming, I got a little scared but anyways knocked on the door. Total silence.

"Hi" a really handsome brunette poked his head out of the door.

"Um, hi!"

"I'm Zayn!"

"Nice to meet you! I'm Beau!"

"Oh! Hi Beau! Sorry about the address, we totally forgot." Louis came out and dragged me inside where the other three boys were running around.

"Don't worry, at least you gave me your cell phone."

"Hey!" Harry came closer to me and showed me his perfect white smile.

"Hi!" I smiled back.

"This is Liam, and I think you know the rest." He said nudging Liam for him to say hi. Cutie.

"Yes, hi." I hugged him back.

"Shall we leave then?" Liam asked looking at l of us.

"Sure!" We all walked out of the room and into the parking lot.

We got into a really nice car, Louis couldn't stop making jokes and I couldn't stop laughing. Liam kept on talking about his girlfriend Danielle and how much he missed her, apparently she was in this dance contest all the way back in Wolverhampton. Niall was laughing uncontrollably at Louis' jokes to the point where he was tomato red and couldn't breathe. Zayn was just staring at the window and occasionally laughing at something Louis said, and Harry was really quiet. I was texting my mom, telling her I was going to a party and to don't call me. I also told her how beautiful the hotel is, and that the boys are staying 5 rooms from mine.

"Harry?"

"Yes?" Both his eyebrows raised, have I mentioned he has like, the most gorgeous eyes ever?"

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, just thinking."

"About what?"

"I don't know."

"huh?" Well this guy is weird.

"what?"

"How come you not know about what are you thinking?" I laughed a little.

"I don't know! I mean, I just forgot what I was thinking." He laughed too.

We kept on talking until we got to the party, the music was really loud and you could see people dancing everywhere. I was dancing and talking with a girl named Eleanor who apparently is Lou's girlfriend. Everything was perfect until I went for some drinks.

I saw Harry kissing my worst enemy ever, the reason for me to hate myself, the reason of my cuts. Amanda White. What was she even doing here?