Rubber Band

“We are all like rubber bands; Everyone is flexible, but there comes a point where we can no longer snap back into place, and we break.” That’s exactly what happened. I stretched myself too far and couldn’t recover. I no longer had the flexibility, the elasticity of a rubber band. I was no longer myself. I was no longer anyone. I simply did not exist anymore. I had snapped. **Don't even think about taking my story** H.S


12. Chapter 11

A week passed and the boys were still here living at my house. It was crazy, but so much fun. Harry and I had grown so much closer in the previous week. Tonight was the night of mine and Harry’s first official date. I was incredibly nervous. He was taking me to some restaurant in downtown Detroit, then to a show. Green Day the musical was playing at the fox theatre and Harry had managed to get prime seats.

Bricia had been spending the nights at my place too. She and Niall seemed to be getting closer and closer too, although I had yet to hear of any relationship news. They mostly spent their time behind closed doors, which naturally sparked the attention of all the others. I knew she wasn’t doing anything bad though. Bricia was a great person and an even better friend.

She was currently helping me shop for tonight’s date. We were at the mall looking around Love Culture. I wanted something that was sophisticated, yet sexy. We had decided to split up, and when we met back up at the dressing rooms, Bri had her arms filled with dresses.

“I can’t wear them all girl” I chuckled. She rolled her eyes and followed me into the dressing room hanging the clothes up on the hooks. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was horrendous. It was amazing that Harry found me attractive. I shook the negative thoughts away and tried on the first dress. It was so low cut that my ass was hanging out of the back cut out.

“So this is a no” I laughed grabbing the next option. We went through probably ten options before I found something that I really liked. It was a royal blue Scuba Knit Skater Dress. Bricia went to go pick some jewelry to match while I put the other dresses away and moved on to my personal favorite, the shoes. My eyes immediately landed on some Black laced up cut out heels. They were gorgeous and would have gone perfectly with the dress. Bri came back with a gold chain necklace and matching bracelet.

“You are going to look so good that Harry will shit himself tonight” She exclaimed.

“Oh how lovely, because that’s exactly how I want the night to turn out.” she pushed me lightly.

We paid at the front counter and left to go walk around some more. Stopping by Auntie Anne’s to get a pretzel before we left. We were in the Camaro, another one of my cars, when Bri got a phone call from Niall.

The rest of the car ride home was endured by Bricia giggling at every single thing Niall said. It was cute at first but soon got annoying as her high pitched sequels became even more frequent.

When we arrived back t the house it was to find Shane and Jeff deeply ingrossed in a game of FIFA against Louis and Niall, while the others rooted the younger two on.

“So much for being in a band together, what happened to being mates?” Louis yelled out, a slight smile on his face.

“Sorry Lou, but these two are kicking your butt” Harry chuckled catching my eye. I smile and took my bags up stairs to my room. Harry followed behind and stretched out on the bed, grabbing the nearest shopping bag and looking in it.

I snatched it out of his hand before he could see anything. “Get your nosy little ass out of here, you will get to see tonight.”

He held up his hands in surrender, got up to kiss my cheek, and backed out of the room. “Alright, Fine. I see how it is” He shook his head. Before he fully left the room he called out “By the way, you will look great in blue!”

I picked up a pillow and threw it at his disappearing back as he chuckled his way back down to the others.

I looked back at the bag with my dress in it, and pulled it out. It really was cute, and would go great for tonight.

I sat down on the bed clutching the dress, imagining what tonight would be like.

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