Survivors

I slipped my dress on and added a small amount of mascara, and left my lips bare. I take a look in the mirror and smile, perfect.I was feeling pretty confident about this date thought. I had been worried earlier but I was feeling pretty good now. I glance at my watch and slip on my heels, just as the doorbell rings. I check my appearance one more time as I cross my tiny apartment to the door. I open up the door and I see Ethan’s mouth drop. “Wow,” is all he says as his eyes slowly roam my body. I feel my cheeks turn a soft shade of pink. Crap, now I’m blushing. I look down at the ground and try to hide the blush when I feel warm skin caress my cheek. “Your blush is beautiful, don’t hide it from me,” Ethan says softly. I lift my head slightly to see that Ethan’s face is mere centimeters away from my face. My breath catches in my throat as he leans in and….he kisses me. A soft, sweet kiss, but it has so many emotions behind it. He pulls away after only a few seconds, but I’m already trying to catch my breath. “Let’s go,” he says smirking at me as a pout forms on my lips. “Teaser,” I mutter as I walk past him. “It’s what I do,” Ethan says. I just playfully huff and climb into Ethan’s car. (First one) God he had a nice car!

I climb out of Ethan’s car and start walking towards the restaurant that Ethan pointed out. “Ethan, table for two,” he says to the host. “Right this way,” he replies. I gaze around at the beautiful wall designs and artwork. The restaurants interior was just flawless. I take a seat across from Ethan, and for the next hour we just talk and eat, until a certain group of people just had to walk in the door. And of course, they had a whole trail of paparazzi, fans, and bodyguards surrounding them. “Oh Great,” I mutter. Just then the waiter comes out with our desert. He is about to place it on the table when one of the hyperventilating girls surrounding the group throws her arm out and the bowls go crashing to the floor. I scurry over to the waiter and start to kneel down and help him clean it up when I get tangled in the group of girls surrounding none other than One Direction. “Ethan,” I scream. I just catch a glimpse of Ethan fighting his way through the endless mob of girls, when someone’s arm hits me in the head and I sink under the top of the group. Suddenly, the group starts moving towards the door of the restaurant and I still can’t get out. I am too tightly packed between the running girls and thrashing arms. I see Ethan still fighting to get to me, but the paparazzi over where he is, are getting way too thick to get through. Suddenly, we go crashing through the door of a very loud place, off the roof loud. “Shit,” I mutter as I look down at my dress. Those idiot girls ripped the flowy fabric off my dress. Now only the tight layer underneath is showing. “Double shit,” I say because now I will be attracting more attention than I am already with this short dress. As I say this, I finally I go tumbling to the floor, and I try to stand up on my own, but a warm hand pulls me to my feet. I look up into a pair of sparkling green eyes. “Harry,” I say in disbelief. He smiles and nods yes. “But how did you get away from that crazy hoard of girls?” I ask. “It’s called a bathroom excursion, and then you break the window, climb out, go around the building, and then you go through the front entrance again.I’ve become pretty good at it,” he adds. I just nod and say, “You have to.” He laughs and murmurs, “Do you want to go dance before I get mobbed again?” I just smile and say, “Sure.” I mean Ethan isn’t here. And for fucks sake I don’t know where he is.
5 drinks later, 1 hour of dancing in killer heels, and 1 hour of making out in a corner (that was of course after 5 drinks), I am in the corner of the dance floor grinding on Harry. I turn my head slightly and I see Ethan standing there at the entrance of the bar looking for someone. Oh yah, that me. “Harry turn around,” I say quickly. “Ok,” he drunkenly mutters. But just as Harry turns, Ethan’s gaze lands on mine and I throw myself to the floor, trying to make it not look like I’m with Harry. I scramble off the dance floor, leaving a clueless Harry standing there. Ethan comes walking over to me and says, “Where have you been? I have looked everywhere for you. I called your cell, and why is your dress ripped.” I sigh and mutter, “Idiot girls,” he just nods and drags me to the car. I stumble lazily there as he helps me into the seat.

Notes

Finally, my sister is out of my hair. Well...here's my last update before I go on vacation!