How To Be A Heartbreaker (Oliver Sykes Love Story)

Chapter 1

"SUMMER! SUMMER! SUMMER!" Austin, my idiot of a best friend screams, waking me up from my amazing yet somewhat disturbing dream. So maybe it's a good thing he woke me up. My eyes peek open to see Austin jumping up and down on my bed with the goofiest smile on his face.

Maybe I should fill you in a little before continuing. I'm Summer Evans. I'm a 20-year-old freak living in London with my best friend, Austin. Most of you may know him as the lead singer of Of Mice & Men, but I know him as my best friend since birth. I have a job, if that's what you're wondering. I work at an indoor ice rink a few blocks down from our house. I normally wouldn't mind a decent paying job like that, only if I knew how to actually skate. Anywhore, back to reality.

I groan as I roll over, burying my head under my pillow. "Just for once would I like to sleep in on my day off." The jumping stops.

"I'm sorry, but you can sleep in tomorrow. We're having a party tonight and everyone's expecting it to be the best thing of the year!" Austin exclaims, his voice filled with joy.

"And I care because...?"

"You have to dress up this time, Sum. Don't be a party pooper."

"I'm not even the legal age to drink, so of course I'm gonna be the party pooper," I say. He laughs.

"And has that ever stopped you?" I laugh too, shaking my head and sitting up. It never has stopped me. "Exactly. Besides, you are legally able to drink. This isn't America. So you need to dress for the occation. Nothing too showy, though. The guys will be all over you. Eh, who am I kidding? They'll be all over you even if you're in sweats and a ripped up hoodie."

"But I don't even have any dresses left! I grew out of them all!" I complain. He facepalms.

"Be downstairs in an hour."

"Why?" I ask.

"I'm taking you shopping, duh!" He gets up and leaves my room, shutting the door behind him.

Once I'm done showering, I decide what to wear. I choose to wear my loose grey skull tank top, black skinny jeans, and my favorite American flag converse high tops. After drying my hair and applying my everyday makeup, I slip my phone into my pocket and run downstairs.

"Took you long enough," Austin jokes, snatching the keys off the coffee table. I stick my tongue out at him and we walk out the door, locking it behind us.

"So who'd you invite?" I ask as soon as we start down the road.

"Not as much as all my other parties, only around two hundred people." I nearly choke on air.

"NOT AS MUCH?!" I scream, making him laugh and shrug.

"And you can't go off and hide in your room, either! You need to learn to be social, Summer. You're going to be 21 in a few months. You should've learned this in elementary school," he laughs.

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Literally three hours pass and I have two more dresses to try until I'm giving up completely. This is ridiculous. Austin fell asleep two hours ago in the waiting room, and I uploaded it to Instagram and Twitter. The fans got #SleepyAustin trending... can't wait to see his reaction!

I slip the dress over my head and examine myself in the mirror. It's a short red dress with black sequins on the torso, and the rest of it is kinda like a tutu. It reminds me a lot of a princess. Not exactly something to wear to a party like this. I sigh as I take it off and try on the very last one.

It's a strapless turquoise dress that sways perfectly mid-thigh, with silk wrapped around just under the torso. It doesn't go straight down, but it kinda poofs out at the bottom. Like a tutu, but not like a princess. I smile as I slip my black pumps on that I made sure match whichever dress I chose in the end. Wow, I look decent for once in my life.

I walk out of the dressing room and into the waiting room, where Austin was sprawled out on a chair. "Austin," I whisper, shaking his shoulder.

"Huh? What's going on?" He asks in his sleepy voice, suddenly becoming aware of his surroundings. I smile again.

"This is the one."