Scarlett

I hate how people are constantly telling us we’re the “female One Direction.” First of all, we look nothing like them. Sure, Lucy might have blond hair, but it’s real blond hair, not dyed like Niall Horan’s. As for the rest of us, I have flaming red hair for crying out loud, and Reagan, Skylar, and Piper are brunettes. I just don’t understand how you can think we’re female counterparts to One Direction at all.
To make matters worse, management just signed us up to have a reality show on MTV with One Direction. I don’t know what they were thinking when they signed us up to do that, but now there are rumors circulating that one of us is dating a member of One Direction, and that’s why we’re doing this. It’s totally untrue of course – I would know if one of us was – we’re only touring with them as their opening act. I don’t know how the media can get so confused; our PR person has already told them like a million times that this is the only reason.
Filming starts in two weeks, and until then, we need to get “acquainted” with the boys. They’re due to arrive in NYC tonight at six, and until then, the five of us are going to be in the studio, working on our new album. We just released our new single, “Fairy Tales” and it hit the top ten this past week. We’re hoping it’ll make top five, but it’s iffy. It all depends on the fans.
I was pulling my hair into a side braid when Skylar burst into my room. We all live together in a five bedroom apartment. Don’t ask me how we found it. Management just plucked us from our different apartments across NYC and put us all together in this albeit cramped, but cozy apartment. According to our manager, Erick, One Direction will be renting the apartment just below ours, a copy of our apartment.
“Scarlett!” exclaimed Skylar, her dark hair slicked up in a high ponytail.
“What?” I asked, turning to her as I looped the elastic at the end of my braid. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know what to wear!” she whined, racing to my closet and opening it. “None of my clothes look good on me!”
She began digging through my closet, searching for whatever she was trying to find. She finally held up a grey sweater of mine and pressed it against her body.
“This is perfect!” she exclaimed, turning to me. “What do you think?”
“Personally? I think you should stick to your own clothes. Not only will you stretch that out, but you have no idea how to wear it. Plus, it’s not your style, Sky,” I replied honestly, taking the sweater out of her hands. She looked a little deflated as I hung it back up.
“What do you mean, it’s not my style?” she asked, her wide hazel eyes sparkling. “I think it’d look nice.”
I tried to find the right answer. While I dress sort of punkish – kind of like Miley Cyrus – Skylar was way more Lea Michelle. Put together and cute. I would laugh the day she tried to copy me – then again, today was that day.
I laughed and put my arm around her shoulder.
“C’mon, let’s find you something cute to wear,” I said, steering her into her room. Not only was it a mess, but her entire closet seemed to be strewn all over her furniture and floor. I tried not to groan as I picked up a cute skirt. I’d probably end up cleaning this up.
“How about this?” I asked, grabbing a skirt and a button down tank. The skirt was a mint-green, totally going well with her dark tan skin, and the button down was a light pink that clashed perfectly with it.
Skylar looked at it, considering, before she grabbed it and ran to her mirror.
“I love it!” she exclaimed. “You have such great taste, Scar!”
I tried not to snigger. Skylar had a bunch of cute clothes, she just didn’t know how to make them work for her unless someone else told her it would look good.
Skylar stripped out of her yoga pants and baby tee and pulled on the skirt and tank, making sure to tuck in the tank to reveal her huge, absolutely perfect boobs. She and her sister, Reagan, were endowed with them, and all of us were jealous.
“How should I do my hair? What jewelry should I wear?” asked Skylar, not even knowing she was rhyming.
I plucked some earrings that sort of matched the skirt and handed them to her. She put them in, and then I told her to turn around so that I could do her hair.
“Why are you so concerned about your outfit today? You never get dressed for anyone,” I said as I took her hair out of the high ponytail and brushed it out.
She shrugged.
“I don’t know. It’s One Direction. We’re going to be spending a lot of time with them, and I thought I should make a good impression,” she said.
As I finished the high, messy bun, I hugged her from behind.
“I think you’ll make a good impression, not matter how you’re dressed,” I said. I patted her on the shoulder. “How does it look?”
She turned her head both ways before responding.
“I love it, Scar. Thanks so much!” she said, kissing me on the cheek. “Now you go get dressed. And make sure the others do too! I don’t want to be the only one dressed up all fancy!”
I laughed and left the room, hollering as I entered the hallway, “SKY SAYS FOR EVERYONE TO DRESS UP! BE READY BY SEVEN!” before going into my own room to get ready.
I had pulled off my shirt when Piper burst into my room.
“What the hell, Piper!” I screamed, covering myself up. “I’m not even wearing a damn bra!”
“Oh, sorry. I just wanted to ask if you had any volumizing mascara? I need some,” she said.
I sighed, tossing her one of the million I had.
“Give it back,” I warned. “Or else. And close the damn door!”
Piper left, leaving me in peace for a good five seconds before Reagan walked in.
By then, I had the sweater Skylar had wanted to wear and my black tights on, so I didn’t really mind. I just sat on my bed as she dug through my jewelry to find something that would go with her sexy, nautical striped sweater dress. She didn’t find anything, so she moved on to Skylar’s room. I was just getting on my knee-high combat boots when Piper walked in.
“What is it now?” I sighed, turning to her. She was dressed in grass green skinny jeans and a thin, ombre-grey blouse that was so see through you could see her white tank underneath. She was wearing grey ballet flats, and had simple pearl earrings in, her light brown hair cascading down her back. She looked fresh and clean, with just a little makeup to enhance her looks. I always wished I looked like Piper instead of my dirty, punk-rock style.
“Hey,” said Piper. “Erick called. He says he wants us in the studio by two.”
“What time is it now?” I asked.
“Noon, so do you want to go out for lunch and then we can go to the studio afterwards?” asked Piper.
“Yeah, that’d be great. Did you ask the other girls if they wanted to come yet?” I asked.
Piper nodded.
“We’re all going, I just wanted to make sure you were ready and, y’know, wanted to go,” she replied.
“Kay, I’m ready if you are,” I said, getting up and grabbing my purse.
“Let me grab the others and we can go,” she said, leaving.
I walked out into our living room and flopped down on the couch. Knowing the others – especially Lucy – it’d probably take them another hour to be ready. I got out my phone and checked my twitter.
“452 new followers,” I whispered to myself. “Wow, cool.”
It was still hard for me to believe that we had made it finally. We were famous. I shouldn’t be surprised to see my follower count every time I opened my twitter, but every time I was.
I typed in quickly, “Going out to lunch b4 going to the studio! Hope to see some of u guys while out!” After hitting “send tweet”, I tossed my phone aside. I was about to click on the TV when my phone buzzed.
Harry Styles had just texted me.
“Taking off now. Can’t wait to see you guys in NYC,” he had said. I felt my mouth form a tight line. As much as I wanted to be friends with these guys, this was just a business relationship, nothing more nothing less. I didn’t want this Harry guy thinking he can get friendly with me…