A huge smile spread across Cyra's face, too. After going to Nando's and obsessing over Olly and Matt, we loved going clothes shopping together. Not that it involved much buying, mainly trying on stupid outfits and annoying the people in the shop until we were asked to leave. I loved shopping. I could spend all day up the town, trying on new outfits. Cyra wasn't so keen, but we enjoyed messing around together. That was the best part.
"Cyra Can we go into New Look! Pleeeeaaaasssseeee!" I whined, grabbing her arm and dragging her into the shop.
"Alright dude I'm coming!" she giggled. We both started browsing the store, me picking out different clothes that I thought Cyra would love. She just laughed and went to look at the dresses - they'd always been her thing. She was always looking through my dresses and taking them to wear when we went out. I didn't mind though, she's my best friend, I'd do anything for her.
After filling my basket with a bunch of things - skinny jeans, a tartan t-shirt, a black leather jacket, a white patterned shirt, a few knitted jumpers, loads of jewellery, high heels and a few dresses, I went and found Cyra who was messing around with the hats. I put on a trilby and started singing one of Olly's songs. She turned round and burst out in hysterics when I attempted to do the Olly wiggle. I'd always been useless at dancing. Everyone around had started talking about us, but we just laughed it off and threw the hats into the bag and went to pay for our stuff.
After a few more hours of playing hide and seek in Hollister, taking 20 free samples from the pretzel stall and knocking over an entire DVD rack in HMV, we slid down the escalator and ran out of the shopping centre before the security guard caught us.
"That was the most fun we've had in ages!" Cyra said, wrapping her arm around me.
"It sure was, pal" I replied, smiling back at her. She pulled a weird face and I shrieked with laughter.
After turning down a lot of roads, we finally reached our apartment building. We raced up the stairs, giggling at all the pictures we took of us wearing our Olly hats. I uploaded a few to twitter, and we clambered into our apartment, dumping the bags in the hallway. I kicked of my boots and rushed to my laptop, quickly logging on to the Radio 1 website to enter the Olly competition. This was my chance to show how much I loved Olly, and I knew exactly what I had to do.