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Sunday, 20 May 2012

part7.

I stare my reflection in the mirror. Whoever that made this dress, i owe them for this. Colorful beadwork embellished generously with tiny sequins sparkles on the strapless sweetheart bodice and the layered skirt has a ruffled hemline. This strapless baby doll dress is amazing. I look someone in my right. She looks gorgeous. Her blonde hair falls perfectly. And her body cover by An elegant silver evening gown featuring sparkling crystals on the slim fitting bodice. A flirty side slit on the floor length skirt and small train gives this sequin gown for prom a designer look that will put you on everyone's best dress list. She doesnt look like britney.

And i turn to my right. This lady-like paris kensington is so pretty. This sequin strapless prom dress has a flattering cut combined with the glamour of sequins and chiffon. A stunning long dress for prom or formals featuring a strapless sweetheart neckline and loose fitting A-line skirt. The bust is covered in sparkling sequins with a sheer chiffon overlay that creates an amazing look. Double straps cross the daring low cut back and adds a dramatic touch to this beautiful sequin evening gown for prom. Im about to admit it when i hear Petula’s voice. So i and this two pretties enter the toilet room. We are all crumpling here.

Petula’s heels knock on the floor. She spray her parfume to her body. Omg i hate this smell. I start to cough when paris puts her hand on my mouth.

“i dont believe shes goin with harry styles.” Petula starts to talk.

“she’s not that pretty i know.” Say scarlet, petula’s bestfriend. I wonder why she wanted to have a friendship with a girl, a demon like petula.

“have you see her tonight?”

“no.”

“look at me, scarlet. I am pretty.”

I open the door. Standing beside petula. “is that a past tense?” i say, edgily

I think we are both surprised. She looked at me from head till toe and i do the same.

“is that rachel? Why she became so pretty?” scarlet murmurs. Well, how do petula became so pretty too? A prom dress featuring a ruched strapless bodice and a short skirt with layers of long ruffles cascading down the back. Chic, fun, and flirty.

suddenly, petula and scarlet get out from the toilet and paris also britney get out from toilet room.

“it will start 10 minutes more. Come on.” Paris says. and we get out too. Boys already coming, i search for harry but i cant find him anywhere.

“i know its you.” I turn on my back. Whoaaa, harry.

“whoa”

Im sorry, did i just look at him and say whoa? Wait, did he just look at me and say whoa? And we both laugh.

“harry, i want to introduce you to someone.” I say.

“your friend?”

“no. I mean, yes. Its petula” petula? My friend? Impossible.

We go to petula. Shes standing and leaning on his boyfriend. Like a model. Bot of them.

“petula, chris. This is harry.” I introduce. Petula gets an heart attack. I mean really, her face shows it. Chris shaking hand with harry. And harry just nod to petula. “do you see britney, petula?”

“no” she seems like to surprised to insult me. So i just leave her.

I go get drink with harry. “what do you think the songs would be?” harry asks.

I raise my shoulder. “beat? Slow? Both of them? No idea.”

Harry looking at my eyes deeply, “youre so beautiful.”

A the outside i just manage a smile but inside, oh never ask about it. To merry to tell. So before i cannot hold myself to do a dance around this ball, i step on my toe and kiss him.

ehm, you have to know something. the prom havent start yet. so you better get yourself ready for the next part okay. massive thankyou. scarlet belonged to marsha anindya anyway

part6

Tomorrow is the big day! So i went to school by bus and did a non-stopping chat with britney. We were very excited about the prom. We talked about our dress and guessed who could be the prom queen and king.

“it could be you, rachel.” She suggested.

“of course it could be me.” I replied, edgily. “britney..... it wouldnt be me. I would be petula. I have no chance. But, you could be the queen too!”

“petula? She didnt deserve any kind of pleasurement. Me? Oh come on, miss horan.

“miss.bingley, youre cheers’ leader. Everybody owes you.”

“yeah, and you go to the prom with harry styles.”

“thats different.”

“i mean, you are his girlfriend.”

“listen, brit. Im not his girlfriend.” And we arrived.

My next class was physics. It means, a class with petula and her boyfriend, which my ex. I took a seat next to paris and saw petula entered the class and sit behind me.

“prom is tomorrow, honey. Have harry asked you to go there, yet?" She asked me.

I nod my head. Few students were looking at us.

“in your dreams.” She replied.

“he bloody did, petula”

“oh really?”

She made me angry. “hey petula, do you want to know something?” i raised my voice so everyone in this class could hear me, “harry is a good kisser.”

It made petula’s face got red and whole class breath cathes followed by standing ovation from paris.

I was on my way to my locker when someone hugged me.

“rachel, may i have a sleepover in your house, please?” britney smiled. “so tomorrow we could dress-up together.”

Come on britney, its an another way to say: “i want to see your brother and his friends.”

But i just nod my head.

We spent our night with polished each other nails. Do each other hair. And get some horoscopes. Thanks heaven niall’s not home. We cover our eyes with cucumbers and get some sleep at 11.

It was dark here. But i smell something, roses. I open my eyes. The smell made my eyes tearing. I try to breath with my mouth as i tried to avoid the smell. I wore my prom dress, but it got cut by spines from the roses. I was on the rose garden. At the corner of my eye, i catched a glimpse of a dense dark brown hair and huge sky blue eyes, and her lips were smiling to me. Maddison.

“maddy?” i called her. She was as beatiful as 10 years ago. I got closer to her. But....... she was bleeding. Every white roses around her turned to red. Fresh red. Fresh red blood. She laughed and dissapeared. I almost unconscious when i feel a hand hold me. A similiar hand. I lean on his chest and i cried.

“its okay.” Harry said. He free me from his hug and sudenly he knelt to the ground. Pulled out red roses, “would you marry me?” but then he turned to be petula, with poisonous apple on her hand, then i shout.

Im still shouting now. But now im in my room. My breath catches as i open those stupid cucumber. Nightmare. I look to my left and its britney looking at me in worry. Thats when someone breaks in. Niall.

“did you shout?” he asks. Which makes britney’s mouth opened.

“nightmare,” i murmur, “about...... maddy.”

Theres a different emotion in niall’s face, “oh. have a nice sleep” and he go back to his room.

“who’s maddy?” britney asks, confused.

Saturday, 19 May 2012

*jonas brothers is really famous"
selena gomez : omg im gonna date joe jonas
me : whatever

*twilight is really famous*
selena gomez : omg im gonna date taylor lautner
me: whatever

*justin bieber is really famous*
selena gomez : omg im gonna date justin bieber
me : whatever

*one direction is really famous*
selena gomez : omg im gonna da..........
me: DO NOT TOUCH MY BABIES YOU SL*T

when i talk to my friend, and i see someone's cute:

when i play dodgeball:

what i feel:

what i actually look like:

when playing bumper car:

expectation:

reality:

when youre looking to your crush:

expectation:

reality:

part5 xxx

I blame myself. Why did i have to tell petula that im goin to prom with harry. He wont go there with me, if i didnt tell him any clue about my prom school. And of course, im stil 100% girl, so i cant just ask harry to be my prom duo. whoa mate, like this?:

Me: “ehm, well harry...... theres a prom in my school. No one have asked to be their duo yet....... so errr, ehm, ive already told my enemy that i’m errrehm, goin with you. So,ehm, would you goin with me?”

Hell no. Theres only one solution for this problem, niall.

I go to his room. Knock the door is useless. He’s still in his dreamland, he’s definately not a morning person. So i lay beside him.

“youre still my brother, dont you?”

“hm”

“youre still my helper, dont you?”

“hm”

“youre still my problem solver, dont you?”

Finally, he’s awake.

“what do you want?” he asks, emotionally.

I smirk. “ i need a piece of your love for you sweetie pity sister because she needs your help.”

“i dont care what your problem is and i dont want to know, now get your dirty feet off my room” and gets back to sleep.

I crossed my finger, “niall, look, if you want to help me. We’ll go buy food.” I offer.

Suddenly niall wakes up so fresh like it was his birthday or he just heard food. “well, well. Here i am. Where are your two wishes?”

So i tell him everything. He didnt say any word but he hold himself to not laugh. I owe him for that. After 10 minutes, i finish.

“i dont know what the problem is.” Say niall. “you just need to ask him.”

“niall, im a girl.” I murmur.

“oh, im sorry i forgot.” I roll my eyes.

“and youre a boy” i manage a smile.

“rachel...........” he says, “its not me who wanted to go to prom with him.”

“help me.” I say, “and we get food” i cross my finger again.

“okayokay, but i just tell him that theres a prom in your school okay?”

I laugh and go to the door, i open it and turn myslef to him. “i lied about the food.” Then turn away again just to get myself face-to-face with harry.

Im too surprised to say hello.

“hey.” He says.

“do not kissing in front of my room” he knew that i just dated harry? “by the way mate, theres a pr.....”

“niall,” i cut him in time, “i’m gonna kill you.”

“hm, niall. You better get ready, theres practice for a festival in sweden.” Harry says, “you wanna come?” he offers.

“who? Me?” i say confusingly.

“no, the button.” He points at my button.

I laugh as niall ran and standing between us. “its a practice and you wanna bring your girlfriend?” he asks harry.

Harry smiles to me. “im gonna bring her if only you agree that im your future brother in law.”

Oh.my.god. its my time to get away.

Paul points at me, confused. “who is that girl?”

I take a step and shake his hand. “rachel.” I manage smile, “rachel horan”

He looks at me brown eyes, and niall’s blue eyes. He looks at my dark brown hair and looks at niall’s blonde hair. “how came you two look so different?”

I laugh. “i got my father’s eyes and hair, and he got my mother’s”

It seems like paul understand it. “oh, okay i got it.” He grabs a paper, “bytheway rachel, we need you here. Can you dance?”

Dance? “depends.” I say.

I do practice with them. Believe it or not? I practice tango. I sway, i lose my balance, i fall. I slip, i fall. It got harder when i have to practice with niall. When we jump, he jumped to high. He defied the gravity. Im not really dancing with louis, everytime i turn around, he laughed. So i started to laugh too. I get easy with zayn and liam. But liam was too serious while zayn get it easy. I couldnt do much better with harry.

Its my time to practice with harry again. it seems like he dancing, just for fun. I hate him for it. Finally i cant stand it anymore.

“dance,” i look his eyes deeply, “with your heart.” And i push him hard in his chest. He looks surprised, but later, he did it better when he dance with me.

My feet starts to get hurt so i chat with zayn, liam, and louis. I laugh so hard when i feel a tap on my shoulder. And hands curl up on my neck. And a head placed on my head.

“niall said that theres a prom in your school. And err... you can bring outside people. You wanna come with ehm, me?”

Niall, you are my guardian angel.

part4.

Tonight i do a movie-marathon. Monte carlo, its my 6th movie this night. Its almost over to by the way. now, grace-as-cordelia do herself introduce. Ive watched this three times but still, i cant help nothing but burst into tears. Its not drama queen’s crying but its more like nose goin red, eyes goin red. I throw away my 20th tissues when theyre coming. Theyre standing there lookin at me in worry.

“monte carlo,” i finally say. But they still looked confused. “it such a tragic love story.”

It looks like they finally understand. Liam takes a seat beside me and give me another tissue. “look, my dear” he mimics niall’s accent, which funny. “it seems just like yesterday when you cry because you lost your barbie.”

Now its my time to look at him in worry. “you dont even know me when i was that ages.” I say, “by the way, i cry everytime i lost my barbie.”

“its because i was hide it.” Niall says, “not because they wanted to play hide-n-seek with you.”

“what about if you lost your harry?” harry stands in front of me.

Omg. If i lost you? I’ll cry, because its mean a revenge for petula cartwright. I laugh then i get back to my poker-face, “i’d laugh, my harry.” Then i go to backyard.

I sit on the swing. I dont really swing, thats too 9-year-old. Even if i wanted to do that so bad. I feel something places on my ear and i smell.....roses. then i throw them away from me hardly. I feel my breath catches and i look to my left.

“i’m sorry harry, but i cant stand roses.” I apologize.

“why?” he says mryly.

“because,” and suddenly my eyes full with tears. Harry takes me closer and i lean on his chest. Its because red roses have same color like blood. Like madison’s blood..... it was 10 years ago. In cold winter day, almost christmas. And its already dark in my home, i pull my blanket to cover my head. Instead of cold air, i feel hot air filling my room. And i smell burned air. From fireplace? Maybe. So i get back to sleep. Thats when i felt a great shove on my back. It was niall.

Real or not real? I was on fire. I jumped from my bed and search my parents. They were down stairs. I ran to my mother’s hugged as i heard a loud shout. Its maddy, my older sister, niall’s older sister. I felt hot air burned me, and i saw maddison, on fire. Burned down her flesh. Showed off her fresh blood..........

I have to shake my head to remove this day-dreaming. i free myself from harry’s hug and tell him everyhting. “niall, never wanted to tell this to anyone. We’d never like to talk about this. This is too, hurt.”

“you must’ve love her so much,” he says, “if there was another people that have your pure-love, they must be very lucky.” What does he mean? There must be a reason behind why he said that. “im sorry, you know, because of that rose.”

I manage a smile for him. “its okay, harold. You didnt know” so we go inside. Just after we passed the door, harry turned his face to me and speak, “mm, well, rachel? Do you want to study for another exam?” he bites his lower lips, he gets sexier than before. “because i know a place to have a good dinner.”

Date, you mean. The voice in my brain tells me. Well, actually i want to continue my movie marathon. But this offer is more interesting. “okay.” So i accept it. Then i go to my room and dial britney’s number.

“i will have a date with harry styles.” I say even before she finished her hello this is mrs.bingley.

“oh my god! Wear green, he likes green. He thinks its sexy.” And i end the phone because im too excited to get my green topwear. Its a green-striped-white croptop. My favorite one. Finally, im done with dressing up and go outside. Liam, harry, zayn, louis all leaving, well except my brother.

“where do you go?” he asks warmly.

Does he know that i have a date with his partner? I guess not. “britney’s house.”

“with eyeshadow?” why does he has to be very serious.

“it was all up to me, niall. I’ll be back at midnight”

“i dont wanna get you home then.”

“i dont...................”

“hey you mate, hey miss.” Unfortunately harry comes, “ready?” he asks me.

“whoa, wait a minute.” Niall standing between us, confused. “i dont get it. She just wanted to got to britney’s house. Why did you say ready?”

At first harry looked as confused as niall, but then, “oh, we’re gonna have a dinner in britney’s”

“dinner at britney’s?” niall asks.

So i decide to follow harry’s game, “yeah, im ready harry. Lets go or we’ll be late for a dinner in britney’s house.”

I am drunk. Not because alcohol. Not because of drugs. But because of love.

What happened tonight, is too good to remember and too good to forget. So i just smile here looking at the sky in my room. And laugh myself. I remembered how our lips touch. How he hold my hand. How his curled his fingers aroung my neck, waist and played my hair. How he say i love you............

Oh. no. Call 911. Im in love with harry styles.