Wildest Dreams ~~~ H.S

26.

Tonight's the night of the dinner. John made a group chat of the whole cast, and gave all of the information. I am a bit surprised that he chose such a late time. Why wait until 10pm for dinner? It doesn't really make sense, but John is the director and that's what he wanted. 

If he wants it, I want it.

It's already 3pm, and I don't know what to do. I'm starting to have doubts on my dress. I think it might be too fancy. Maybe I could buy a different dress? Of course I am going to keep this dress for another event, but it's just a little too fancy for just a cast dinner. I should wear it for the premiere! I know that's kind of far from now, but I stopped growing a while ago so it should be fine.

I put my Burberry jacket on, over my cream white sweatshirt and my wide-leg suit trousers. I love these pants so much, because I can wear them with everything and they look amazing. I pack my small bag and take a cab to the mall again.

Once I get there, I go to the exact same dress store. I browse through the selection. I make sure to go through every rack and look at each piece of clothing carefully. I need a perfect outfit for tonight, and I need it fast. I find one that I like and go to try it on.

I change into it and look at myself in the full-length mirror. It's beautiful and simple at the same time. It's a short yellow dress with five cutouts in the middle. One big diamond, then four triangles in the corners to make it seems like a full square, but spread out and has spaces between it. The cutouts are still covered, but by yellow sheer fabric. The thick straps are also made out of the same material. It is formal and simple at the time. 

I buy the dress and take cab back to the hotel. On the car ride home, I determine wether I should check on Michael and see how his mother is doing. I decide that I will because it has been almost a month since we last talked. I feel really guilty for not calling at all in the past few weeks. The rumors definitely aren't helping right now.

I thank the cab driver and pay him before I leave. As I walk into the lobby, I think of what I should say first. What if he doesn't answer? What if he's mad at me? What if he is busy and can only talk for a little bit? 

I step into the elevator, waiting for it to reach my floor. It feels like time is going by slower and slower by the second. I rush to get to my door and quickly unlock it, putting down my bags. I grab my phone out and look at Michaels contact. I can do this. Can I? 

Oh come on, just call him already! I press the button and I sit patiently, waiting for him to answer. When he picks up, there is a lot of shuffling before I finally hear his voice. "Hello?" Why does he sound like he doesn't want to talk right now? Is he mad? Please don't be mad, please don't be mad, please don't be mad. Suddenly, I hear a muffled voice of a woman in the background.

"Who are you with?" I ask. I regret saying anything now, because it's most likely his mother. I know that he doesn't like talking about it and I feel sorry for bringing it up.

"I-it's my mom," You can hear loud shuffling and him closing a door behind him. "She's not doing so well," I hear his voice crack. I shouldn't have said anything. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I repeat it in my head until he continues to speak. "I have to help her. Sorry. I'll talk to you later if I can." I'm sorry.

"I'm sorry for-" He hangs up before I finish what I was trying to say to him. Oh... Okay. I convince myself that it's fine and he didn't mean it.

He's going through a tough time, give him a break.

I check the time, and my eyes almost pop out of it's sockets. How is it already 5pm? I scramble to cut the tag off of my new dress and unzip the back. I know that the dinner isn't until 10pm, but I have to do my hair and makeup, and make sure I'm ready before 9pm. The restaurant is very far from here and Harry is going to pick me up. I can't keep him waiting!

I slip into my dress easily and throw on my shoes. It takes a while to do my hair, mainly because I decided to curl it a bit, then have multiple attempts at giving it volume. I put in a silver clip to tuck one side of my hair. I then try to do my makeup. I struggle to make it look good though, because I never do makeup on myself besides sometimes wearing mascara. I just so happen to have long, dark, and thick eyelashes naturally, so I rarely use mascara either. I dab yellow eyeshadow on my inner corner.

I look at myself in the mirror. I hope this will be good enough. I know Diana is expecting me to be wearing the other dress, but this is better. The other one is too gorgeous to only wear for a dinner. It's premiere worthy. I quickly put on some jewelry and grab a bag for my things.

My phone vibrates and it's a message from Harry. He's here! I get to the elevator and try to calm myself down. I hope this will go well tonight. I walk out and see Harrys nice car and open the passenger seat door. "Hi!" I say, as I get into the leather seat. But Harry doesn't say anything, instead he just stares at me.

"Wow."

Authors note:

hey luvs! i cant tell if this is considered a cliffhanger or not, but im so excited for the dinner. we should feel bad for michael though his poor mom does not deserve this illness. anywho see you soon luvs ❤️