My night was mostly spent tossing and turning. I couldn't sleep. Something kept me thinking about Harry, and Zayn. Harry, by the looks of it, was cheeky. Zayn on the other hand, well he's quite shy. Both were gentlemen but something about them was really bothering me but I don't know what it is.
-The Next Day-
I woke up with the light shining on my face. It was the day of the concert and everything was ready. I quickly sent Cindy a text, asking her if she could come over. Then her reply read, 'Be there in 10.' I placed my phone on my side table and went to take a quick shower.
I decided to wear a pink tank top, white shorts, and flip flops. My hair was on a high ponytail, and my bangs were clipped at the side. A knock on the door suddenly interrupted me.
"Heya!" Cindy chirped. She sounded excited, well why wouldn't she? She's a huge Directioner. "Hey!" I gave her a smile. We went in the kitchen, and there we found a note stuck on the fridge.
"Figured you and Cindy wanted the house by yourselves today. We're going to your Aunt Sally's house, just text us if you need anything.
Much love, mom. xoxo"
Yeap, that's how we roll. I sighed before asking Cindy, "What do you want to eat?" "Let's just make blueberry pancakes. That okay?" she suggested. I nodded my head then we both went to collect the utensils, and ingredients.
After 15 mins. of making pancakes, 5 mins. of cleaning, and 20 mins. of resting, Cindy got an idea which I didn't even like one bit. Makeover.
"C'mon! Just for today! Please!" she pleaded for the 10th time. It was annoying me so I finally agreed, "Fine." "Yay!" she clapped her hands together then dragged me upstairs.
"Alright, where's your make up?" she asked. "I got none." I shrugged. "How can you live without make up?!" she panicked. "Wait! I'm pretty sure your mom wouldn't mind." she continued with a wink at the end. Oh boy.
-3 hours later-
"Okay, you're all set! You just need to get dressed, and have your hair curled. Go!" she pushed me in the bathroom and handed me the clothes we bought yesterday. I quickly put them on, not noticing my appearance yet. I didn't even bother looking at the mirror cause I'm pretty sure I look hideous. My shoes were still in my room so I walked out, still wearing my flip flops.
"Cindy, where is it?" I looked at her in the eye. The shoes I bought were no where to be seen and it only meant one thing, Cindy hid them somewhere. "I don't know." she said innocently. I didn't buy it though. "How am I supposed to come with you if I don't have shoes on?" I smirked. "You're gonna have to wear these." she grinned and showed a pair 4-inch stilettoes. "No." I laughed nervously. "Oh yeah." she walked towards me and I began walking backwards which got my back in contact with the wall. I'm doomed.
"You look hot!" Cindy squealed. I had my outfit on, plus the stilletos she let me use, and my hair was curled right at the bottom.
The reflection staring right back at me wasn't really the Mekala I was, but I did agree to the comment Cindy gave.
"C'mon! We better hurry!"
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