CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
EMILY’S POV
GUYS, ME AND ZAYN ARE GOING ON A DATE TONIGHT AARRGH. But there is this little problem that I just don’t have anything to wear. I didn’t really bring date cloths, because I don’t even have them. Zayn told me that we’re going to a fancy restaurant, but that he wouldn’t mind if I showed up in my onesie, because I quote: look beautiful in it. HE CALLED ME BEAUTIFUL URGH. I think that boy just has a little note book called: ‘How to mess with Emily’s feelings’ and every time he gets an idea how to mess with my feelings he writes it down and uses it. Yeah, sounds logic.
I grab my phone and dial Julies number, she probably knows where I can get fancy cloths.
“Ellooooo with Julie?” I hear her say with a funny Australian accent.
“Juulliiiieeee….”
“Emilyyyyy…”
“Would you like to go shopping with me? I need dateable cloths, like cloths for a date”
“Ooooh, is my English friend hitting on the Aussies?”
“Haha, no, not at all”
“Hmm… I'd love to hear the full story of this, so I’ll see you in five”
“Alright, bye” I say and hang up, but get called back almost immediately.
“Emily, where do you live?”
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It took her twenty minutes to get here, she said she would be here in five. Pfft, not cool Jules, not cool. Kidding, I’m always at least thirty minutes late, so twenty are not bad.
“So tell me about the date” Julie says while we walk through a huge mall.
“Uhm… yeah, maybe you need to know what happened before I came to Australia”
“My girl lived the crazy life?”
“No, no I did not”
“Fine, just tell me”
“So, I was at a party and got dared to kiss a really ugly guy the day after the party. Because of course he wasn’t there…” I start telling her.
I sort of made Zayn look like some ugly kid at my school, because I don’t really want to tell her it’s Zayn. You never know when someone is a fan or not. So he is now some guy from school who happens to be here in Australia. Jesus this sounds so stupid.
“… So he asked me out, and I said yes” I finish.
“Aah, that’s cute but weird at the same time”
“Thanks, I guess?”
“Can I see a picture?”
Oh god. Telling her I don’t have a picture is stupid, she’ll ask his name and look him up on Facebook or something.
“Uhm…”
“Emily, what aren’t you telling me”
“Well…”
“Yes…?”
“He didn’t go to my school, I met him at the arena, he actually isn’t ugly, I just thought he was in the first place”
“Is that all?”
“No…” I say hesitating, “It’s Zayn from One Direction”
“Wait, what? Zayn Malik, as in the Arabic one with the tattoos, and the facial hair?”
“Yes, now don’t talk about his facial hair because I am not the kind of person who thinks that it’s absolutely unattractive””
“Fine, but realize that this is a serious date Emily, I don’t know your middle name, Smith. We have to find the perfect dress. If they snap a picture of you, you have to look fabulous” Julie says serious.
“Julie, you’re so weird, just like your brother”
“Yeah, I still don’t get how you know him” she asks me while we walk into a fancy store full of dresses.
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“Try this on” Julie says as she throws a dress over the door of the changing room.
“Alright” I say, stepping into the dress while my phone buzzes.
I unlock my phone and look at the text from Zayn.
Zayn: “Hellooooo”
Emily: “Hii”
Zayn: “The lads are being annoying, please help me”
Emily: “I would if I wasn’t standing in my underwear in a changing room, trying on dresses for 2night”
Zayn: “oh, I see… I’ll attack them myself”
Emily: “Good :)”
Zayn: “Have fun standing in the changing room, don’t catch a cold bc we have a date 2night”
Emily: “WAIT ZAYN”
Zayn: “yeah?”
Emily: “please don’t shave?”
“Emily, do you need help?” Julie asks.
“Nope, I'm fine” I answer and put my attention back to my phone.
Zayn: “Why?”
Emily: “bc I'm wearing a dress, and that means you should not shave”
Zayn: “Alright I won’t shave. Now go and put some cloths on bc you might get cold aha”
Emily: “Good idea, see u 2night”
Zayn: “you probably will”
I put my phone away and zip my dress. I look at myself. The one-shoulder, marine-blue dress fits my body perfectly. It ends above my knees, and the color of it makes my hair look differed. Good different.
Gosh, I've never did this for anyone, the fancy dressing up thing. Not for a boy, and especially not for a celebrity. I don’t know what it is with him, but Zayn is just different from the lads I've dated. Those lads were just… boys. Zayn is more like a man. I guess I'm getting older, which involves dating men instead of boys, and now I do sound old.
“EMILY ARE YOU STILL ALIVE, DO I HAVE TO CALL AN AMBULANCE? Julie yells as I look up from the mirror. I open the door, and turn towards Julie who’s jaw immediately drops.
“Holy fuck Emily, you look beautiful”
“Thank you” I say with a little smile on my face, wondering how Zayn would react.
“I don’t know Zayn in person, but he is going to LOVE this. And if he doesn’t I will love it for him”
“Julie, you know I'm straight?”
“Yes, me too. JAK EMILY, I do not want to date you, I don’t like boobs”
“Good, then were on the same team”
After I made myself crazy with the thoughts about how Zayn is going to reaction to this, or Zayns reaction when I might even tell him I like him a little tiny bit… we decided to go and grab something to drink. So I paid for the dress and we hoped in the car, towards Starbucks.
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ZAYNS POV
"Zayn, what are you wearing tonight? A suit?" Niall asks walking into my hotel room.
"Sort of"
"Fancy, with a bow or a tie?"
"Without”
"What about shaving?"
"Nope"
"Why not?"
"Because I promised Emily not to shave"
"Aha I see, well good luck then"
"Thanks man"
Niall walls out as I sit down on my bed, practicing some of my non existing guitar skills, to kill some time. Not that it’s working great, because Jesus I'm nervous.
AN:
ELLOOOOOOOO, waddup people?
Soooooo my parents got new nutella, and I AM SO HAPPY WOOH
so I am sort of writing something new, but I don't know if its going to work out the way i want it to, but it's about that curly boy named Harry :)
Well I'm going to eat, bye <3