Between Us [H.S.]

Reunion

*Author's note*

This chapter is divided in two parts since is the party.

I will post the second part very soon, you tell me: in a couple of hours or tomorrow? ♡

-i.

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The week goes by with no more inconveniences. I don't bother on contacting Danny. She wants it that way? Fine, I can be childish too. I can't explain myself with her, she just doesn't give me the opportunity, she never did.

Niall and I text back and forth, mostly because him and Laura have been trying to convince me all week to go to his damn party. Well, ""reunion"". He says I will meet nice people and no paparazzi will be involved. But I'm already freaking about that. Last thing I need is more headlines with my face on them associating me in some way with a famous personality. Something that also makes me nervous is the fact that Mr. Styles is probably going to be there, since Niall said he wanted to see the boys as much as he could before they went on tours independently.

Is not like I don't want to see him but I get nervous around him. Also tense on the fact that he has probably read the headline and will mock me about it. I'm scared he will act like the night at that party and not like the Harry from Holmes Chapel that I met the other day. I never know what to expect from him. Somedays he acts like a complete famous douchebag and the next one he is a anonymous sweetheart. 

On other news, Laura insists on the fact that something is up between Harry and I since the box incident. She says she's more than okay with it, but I don't know how to explain to her that nothing IS happening nor WILL happen. I haven't said anything about the night I saw him when I was running, she would get crazy about it, I just know it.

The party is tonight, and I haven't given Niall a proper answer on whether we're going or not. Primarily because I'm nervous like I said and secondly because I have nothing to wear. And I can't wear the same clothes, as much as I want to. Like, I mean, I have a washing machine, I can wear the same dress, it's clean, people!! But Laura says she won't talk to me if I do. So I guess I have to change the my options.

"This is important business, Chloe." Laura says on our way to Oxford Street. Have I mentioned that she has already dragged me to the tube, so we can get there as soon as possible to buy some outfits? Yeah, that happened. "A lot of famous personalities are going to be there and you have already a fame to sustain."

"Wait a minute" I say shocked. "I am NO ONE to these people and I try to be less than that."

Since the Niall thing she's been obsessed with the idea of me potentially becoming famous. That's the least thing I would want. Never in a million years, thank you. I could never live the lives these people have, I can't imagine. I prefer reading Pride and Prejudice ten more times.

I constantly try to remind Laura that we aren't going to the Oscars, that this is a casual thing and I don't want to go over the top. She has already planned her outfit. Black tight dress and long black boots that go up to her knees plus some gold necklaces, she looks like a goddess, like usual. I wanted to go more low-key. Didn't want to cause an impression, well didn't want to be there in the first place. I know they will go low-key too, I hope. What will Harry wear? Silk shirt? Tight jeans? Maybe a suit with a t-shirt? What if he wears a suit and I go too basic?

Wait.

Why do I even care about what the hell he wears?

Focus.

Low-fucking-key. Dress comfortable and something that's you, that makes you feel like you. I'm not planning on catching a cold either so no straps. I want a sweater. No discussion this time. I swear we step in every store that exists in the city to find nothing appropiated for what Laura had in mind for me. I end up leaving her on her own and going on mine so I can breath a little and have a cigarette.