Last First Kiss

Falling.

In the external link is the dress I had in mind. :)

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"So, you meet the guy, ask him for a date, get his number, and walk away? I don't care if you are the biggest person in Hollywood! Any girl in their right mind wouldn''t do that!" Lacy, one of my best friends, says to me.

"I know, I know. I seriously don't know what came over me. The words just kind of stumbled out of my mouth and then he said yes! I barely felt like I could breathe but then I just said it." I say taking a long, slow sip of my coffee.

Lacy shakes her head at me. She sets down her cup and grab my phone from me. I want to jump after her but I can't because I'm getting my hair done. If the curling iron wasn't hot and could hurt me, she wouldv'e already been tackled and she knows it.

She starts to scroll through something. I don't have to ask what, I already know. My contacts. "There it is." She says, "Zayn Malik's phone number. You don't know how bad I want to press that, but I won't because I'm a good person." She says with a teasing smile.

She turn off the phone with a click and sets it down. She stands and walks over to me. She grabs one of my perfectly curled hairs. "I need a reality show."

I can't help it, I start to laugh. "Lace, what do you need a show for?" I ask while giggling.

"Helloooo! I'm Ashlyn Summer's best friend. I must be important."

"Ya, sure."

The person doing my hair, whose name I didn't bother to notice, finishes and hurries out of the room. Me and Lacy about what I should wear to the premiere just as James, part of the of-so-not-loving management. "Ashlyn Summers is supposed to be America's Sweetheart, every little girl's role model. She is not supposed to dat bad boys. You may not date or fall in love with Zayn Malik."

My eyes widen and I feel myself bubbling with rage. They can't control whom I'm in love with!

"I'm going to the premiere with him. You may not tell me who or who I may not date. You are not my mother or father."

"And what would your mother and father think of this?"

"THEY'RE DEAD!" I scream, "You know they are! You know that! Do you not remember? Oh no, I'm sorry you must have been too absorbed with your phone!" I keep getting madder and madder. He knows they are dead. He knows my mom died from cancer and my dad died in a car accident. He knows that.

I get up and grab Lacy's hand. She shouldn't have to sit through this. I walk, more like stomp, out of the room. I get into the black SUV and Lacy tells me Mark, her boyfriend, is coming to get her. I can tell she feels guilty about what happened but she shouldn't. It was James's fault.

I look out the window and try to forget what just happened. He would't know what love is if it hit him in the face. My phone buzzes in my purse. I grab it out to see who texted me. Its Zayn. I can already feel my stomach doing cartwheels. hey love:) i was wondering if you wanted to go somewhere today.

I look at the text a bit longer. And of course I have the fitting. I text him back.

can we go to dinner? i have a fitting until 6 we could meet outside the building

Almost immediately he texts me back saying he'd love to. I send him the address and get out of the car. We walk into the big black building. Mirrors are everywhere inside. We walk  down a curved halway with mirrors entirely cover on wall and white paint on the other.  My light pink ballet flats make soft noises of the ground as I follow the receptionist.