Remember me

When Y/N sees 5SOS in a concert she feels things she didn't think possible and all because of him. Michael Clifford. When he shows her attention does it really mean something or is he playing her? Will they be separated by their differences or can true love really overcome all?


11. Nervous

Y/N's POV: 

I woke up early to make sure I had enough time to get ready, I was so nervous about seeing him again but I couldn't explain why. When I told Poppy she screamed so loudly, she knew all about my previous encounter with Michael and knew how much it affected me, she seemed as happy as me about it. I was just picking what to wear when there was a light knock on my bedroom door. I opened it to be greeted with a sleepy Poppy.

"Hey Y/N, I know you have your date with Michael and I thought maybe I could be of assistance? Would you like some help with what to wear?" she asked, yawning slightly at the end. I felt bad that she was awake only to help me but she was the best at picking things out for me to wear. I dragged her in to my room and gave a huge hug.

"Oh my god! Thank you so much Poppy! I love you!" We spent about 25 minutes looking at different outfits for me to wear when she pulled something out from the back of the wardrobe. It was my deep blue denim two piece. The top half had a gold zip down the front and thing straps and made my chest look great, whilst the skirt hugged my curves. There was a slight gap in between the top and skirt but I had a good figure so it looked beautiful. She added my black leather jacket to it to complete the outfit and i looked in the mirror and smiled. 
"I love it! Thank you!" I hugged Poppy and did my make up and hair. I applied very little make up, just mascara and a nude lipstick and I pulled my hair into a side braid. I felt so good and now I was just excited to see him. I said goodbye to Poppy and headed to the cafe.

I looked in through the window to see it was empty except for the cashier. I went in and ordered myself a drink seeing as I didn't know what Michael would drink. I waited and waited and the minutes rolled by. I looked at my watch continuously. We're supposed to meet at 8:15, where is he? It's 8:50. Maybe he changed his mind. I tried calling again and again but got no answer. When it finally reached 9:30, I gave in and left, abandoning all hope. I walked back towards home, thoughts swirling round my head, my heart broken all over again. As if the weather hated me more, rain fell quickly and harshly from the black clouds above. I walked across the road when it went black.

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