That One Night

There's always that night that you look forward too. That one night where everything has to go perfect. For me, that night is prom. It's our only night where it doesn't matter who you are, or what you've done. It's our only night to be who you are. But could meeting someone famous get in the way on that one night?


14. Chapter 14

The next day, having heard nothing from Harry, I went prom shopping. I looked in all the shops I could to find the perfect dress for the occasion but my heart just wasn't in it. I tried numerous dresses on, pink, red, purple but nothing stood out to me. I didn't see the point in buying shoes if I hadn't even got my dress yet. I was walking out of a fancy store when I bumped into Chantelle.

"Hey what're you doing here?" I asked.

"Oh I'm just finding some new clothes for the boys for an interview today, you know what they're like," she laughed.

"Oh right, I'm looking for a prom dress but I can't find one anywhere," I said. After a couple of seconds her face brightened.

"What about the green one you wore for the video?" she asked excitedly. Of course! I loved that dress and I now realised that it was the exact one I was looking for.

"Really?!" I asked. My heart started racing as I got excited about wearing the beautiful dress again.

 "Of course! Come by the studio today at four and I'll sort everything out for you."


I walked up the studio doors, reliving déjà vu. But last time I was happy with my life now I just want to get on with it. Walking to set 4 was the worst thing ever. I had people staring at me, people asking me if I was lost.

Chantelle had left my name with the front desk so I had a pass but most people I walk past think I'm a crazed One Direction fan. Eventually I arrived to the chaos that was an interview. Staff were running around everywhere with various cameras and headsets. I looked onto the set and saw the boys sat on a sofa. Lou was touching up the boy's makeup as they sat there chatting. Harry was sat the furthest away from me looking around the outside of the set. I hid behind a pillar. I didn't want him to see me, he might think I was stalking him. Then I saw who he was looking for.

He waved just to the left of me and I turned to see Lara waving back sweetly. It made me feel sick. He obviously wasn't thinking about me that much, and hadn't done anything to sort out this mess. He went back to talking to the interviewer about the kinds of things they were going to ask. I was watching Harry speak when something caught the corner of my eye. Someone was waving at me.


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