I got that red lip classic thing that you like.
What is style? Style is the abitity to look good in what you wear (or do). Style is something that anyone can personalize and make their own. Fashion on the other hand is trend, usually in the form of dress and behavior. It's what anyone can just walk up to and attain. And look good in.
I prefer to have a style of my own rather than to duplicate existing fashions. Because if I manage to make something dreadful look amazing, I find that more attractive than just wearing whatever that looks good. Because that shows how bold and risky you are.
I was in the limousine, on my way to the American Music Awards.
A year ago, I pictured myself with him, standing side by side. But that fantasy as proven to be just a fantasy.
I got of the limo. I was wearing this mini dress. Metallic, gold. My hair was punk gone wrong, but it turned out to be a hot mess. And the hottest mess you could ever ask for. In stepped on to the red carpet. The photographer's cameras were flashing. And so the routine begins.
I know that he was going to be here. But he's here with his friends and not me. And I was cool with that. Guilianna Rancic pulled me aside for an interview. "You are so thin! Do you work out? You look fit," I said playfully. I was masking the millions of thoughts clouding my mind. Gulianna started laughing. And so the interview started.
Then when it was over, I heard the fans go berserk. I wonder what that was about. So I turned around. Then I saw him waking with his band mates. "And they are here! The members of One Direction!", a sight that most people anticipated, but I wanted to avoid. I turned back around and kept walking.
Midnight, you come and pick me up no headlights.
A year ago. Midnight. I was snuggling with Olivia. Meridith was nibbling on cat food. And like every other night, I was watching a series of very, 'unique', reality programmes. There's this show called 'Virgin Coaches'. Am not going into specifics.
I heard this sound from outside. And it sounded like someone was pulling up in front of my house. Olivia literally jumped put my arms and ran towards the door. And I have never seen her do that. She almost stood on two feet while trying to open the door. Her tiny paws were slipping of the knob. I was trailing behind her.
"Olivia!", I shouted at the cat. I've never seen Olivia so hper in the three years that I've owned her. I opened the door. I saw someone standing in front of his car. I couldn't make out who the sillhoute was. He looked like a familiar figure to me. Who could be visiting at this hour? I was in my pajamas and I couldn't possibly walk out like that. "Hello,"
I approached the man. "Taylor," the guy said. That was not just any guy. I recognized that voice in an instant. "Harry?", I was so confused. What would he be doing at my house at this hour? And more importantly why?
"I wanted to see you," he acted as if everything was peachy keen. "What do you want?", and I made it very clear that I want no part of him. "Can I at least come inside?", I sighed and let him in.
He ran straight for the armchair. Olivia and Meridith ran straight to him and played by his feet. "Olivia, Meridith, go to bed," I pet both if them on their heads. And he just watched, arms rested and legs crossed. "Let me change," I ran upstairs with Olivia and Meridith, and slipped into something more decent for someone to look at than my kitten pyjamas. I came down with the first the I saw in my closet. A white blouse and a tight skirt. Classic. I ran straight to the kitchen to fix myslef and Harry something to drink. (I had no idea why considering it was midnight).
"Strawberry juice," Harry grabbed the glass.
"Yeah, at midnight," I sassed him.
"You know, anytime is a good time for juice," he seemed to miss the fact that I was being sarcastic.
