Acquaintances

Chapter 35: Ballet

Harry’s POV.

Another city…another slut. No Lola.

Louis’ POV

Why is she ignoring me, when she’s the one in the wrong? She’s the one who broke her promise, and I’m the one getting cut out?

Lola’s POV

“I’m going to pretend we’re friends just for like two seconds because I need your advice. Does this look okay?” I stand in the doorway to Gab’s room, she’s reading some book about cancer and is surprised to see me actually acknowledging her existence.

“Y-y-yeah, Lola, you look…wow, that dress is amazing. Where are you going?”

“Matt’s taking me to the ballet…” I say, leaving her doorway and strutting back into my room. My ankle is killing me in heels but this outfit does not work in flats.

I look in the mirror one more time, I feel way too overdressed but Matt said think New York Met Gala type of classy, so here we are in a skin tight strapless full-length deep plum coloured dress with delicate tulle around the bottom. It was a gift from my grandparents when I graduated from uni, and I’ve never really had a reason to wear it. I kept my make up to a minimum, my hair in loose tousled waves and I feel oddly nervous. But also excited to see Matt in a suit, it’s going to look like the perfect combination of naughty and nice with his rogue hair.

The doorbell to our apartment rings and I gather everything into a small black clutch, walking slowly to the door to prevent my ankle from hurting in these heels, and to keep him waiting a little bit.

When I open the door he is kneeling on the ground, a long stem white rose between his teeth. I can’t help but laugh as he takes the rose out of his mouth and hands it to me. “M’lady.”
“Freak.” I shake my head, taking it from him.

“You look very beautiful tonight Miss Jones.”

“You look quite dapper yourself Mr Healy.” I smirk, straightening his bow tie. Matt in a suit is…as hot as expected. He looks so clean cut, but he’s made no effort to tame his curls and it’s a really fucking hot contrast.

“Thank you, love. Shall we go?”

“We shall. So proper this evening, who knew you were so well groomed.”

“Oh but of course, young boys must employ the appropriate etiquette when accompanying a lady to the ballet.” He says and I giggle, his fingers entwining with mine. “Stairs or lift?” He asks.

“Hello, girl with broken ankle.”
“Shall I carry you?” He pauses, joking. I hope.

“I would love to see you try babe, but lets just take the lift.”
“Maybe later then.” He grins, biting thin air in front of my face.

“Definitely.” I nod as we step into the lift.

At the entrance to my building, waits a black stretch limo. He didn’t, oh my god this is so embarrassing.

“Why the fuck did you get a limo?” I swat his shoulder, not containing my laughter very well.

“I thought, if we’re going to do this, we might as well do it right.” He says as the driver opens the door.

“After you.” Matt smirks and I slide not-so-gracefully into the limo.

I was rather surprised Matt wanted to go to the ballet in the first place, but decided not to question it when he sounded very nervous when he asked.

“This is really cute Matt.” I kiss his cheek, resting my hand on his knee. It’s just so unlike him, we never go anywhere together, like we rarely leave his apartment.