"It looks great on you, it's very pretty, perfect. Can we go now?" I ask, watching you look in the mirror for the seventh time. "They all look perfect on you. Why don't you just pick the one you like best?"

We've had like 25 dresses already, I've lost count, and apparently none of them are right for you. It's also my fault for agreeing to go with you on this. But it's the only way to spend time together before I go on tour again.

You have prom in a week and you're freaking out. You're going with a guy from your class who's apparently wonderful and awesome and gorgeous and blah blah blah. He's probably not even a tenth as gorgeous as I am.

I'm not jealous at all. But I still don't understand why you haven't asked me to go with you. I mean, we've known each other since we were five, we've always been thick as thieves, and okay, probably when I dropped out of high school and left everything behind to be in One Direction, our friendship suffered a bit. But I try to spend time with you whenever I can, and I think going to prom together would be an unforgettable experience! but you're going with another guy who's not worth it.

"I like blue... it brings out your eyes." I speak again, trying to help you even a little. "The truth is, you look beautiful in any of them."