I stare at the mirror and sigh once again.

This outfit looked terrible also.

I plop onto my bed rubbing my forehead. Why do I care anyways? I don't have anyone to show off to.

Except Louis....

I glance to the side staring at my sewing machine. I haven't used it since Louis and I broke up, the day I gave my dream up.

I get up quickly looking through my clothes grabbing random parts. I head to the sewing machine and start it up. I was planning on looking beautiful tonight.


Finally it's done. Took me awhile, but so worth it. I put it on and start my hair and decide on no makeup, not like I owned any anyways. As I continue to stare at myself deciding if I should go with it or not I get a call.

"Chels! Where are you it's nine already." She yells. I look up at the clock that said 9:20. Crap.

"I'm coming." I reply ending the call. I rush down the stairs trying not to ruin anything. I get in the car and drive to Niall's place for a "happy time."


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I pull up managing to find a parking spot about a jillion light years away from the house. I sigh getting up containing on to the mansion. I reach the front door no accident yet. I tell my name to the bodyguard and get in with a huge stamp on my arm to prove it. Like fate, the first person I run into was Louis.

"Chelsea." He mumbles no girl next to him. I smile, happy she wasn't with him.

"Look I'm sorry about earlier." I apologize. He nods his head grinning. He stares at me head to toe, making me blush.

"You look great." He compliments me. I feel my heart flutter, his voice, his smile, his everything I missed it so much, too much. I must have missed it too much because before I knew it I was leaning in.





Haha did I get you? No we didn't kiss, he backed away actually. I find myself looking at the ground.

"I- I'm sorry." He whispers. He touches my shoulder but I flick it away.

"No I should've know on better, who wants a girl that's already been used?" I hiss swiveling around walking away as fast as I could. I kept my eyes on the ground, not wanting to make anyone see me, see me like this. I felt the cold terrible feeling, I was crying. Why should I cry? He already left?

"Woah." A guy says as I accidentally hit into him.

"S-s-sorry." I stutter the pain showing in my voice. He grabs my shoulders making me jolt staring at him. He had curly brown hair. Actually, he is very familiar.

"You okay? Do I need to go and kick someone's ass?" He asks staring me dead in the eye. I chuckle.

"You don't even know me." I reply.

"That's not true I know you plenty Chelsea, I know practically everything about you, I just never met you." He says. I stare at him furrowing my brows. This time, instead of me going in for the kiss, someone else did. The stranger bent down and kissed me.