I blinked and sunlight burst into my vision. "It burns!" I moaned to nobody in particular, throwing my hands over my eyes and rolling over. Once I felt I'd fully recovered, I peeked at my alarm clock. 12:32. I laughed and stretched. At least this time I'm awake in time for lunch.

I swung my legs over the side of my bed and stumbled over to my dresser, pulling out a random shirt and throwing a denim jacket over it. After putting on my jeans and shoes, I combed my hair and grabbed my phone, dialing Harry's number.

"What do you want Lou?" Harry answered, and judging my his tone of voice he'd just woken up.

"Come to my flat for lunch!" I said brightly. "It's already noon Haz. Don't give me that. Be over in five minutes."

"But-" I laughed and hung up before he could protest further, then called the other lads and started making tea.

---

Once they'd all arrived, I gave them the tea that I made, and the spaghetti that I totally didn't order, then we all flopped on the couch and started watching TV.

"Ew! Those shoes with that jacket? Kill me now." We all burst out laughing as Harry imitated one of the girls on the stupid reality show.

What?" he questioned. "I was being serious. You can't pair white and pink spotted flats with a black leather vest. It's just wrong."

Zayn shook his head at Harry. "You're not fooling anybody when you say you're straight, you know."

Harry gasped in mock anger and threw a handful of popcorn at Zayn. "I am straight!"

"Harry, where'd you get that popcorn?" I asked him. I hadn't made any, and I didn't remember any of them making it either.

He looked down at the bowl and frowned. "I have no idea."

I rolled my eyes. I was about to comment on the supernatural popcorn when my phone buzzed. "Ugh. It's management."

"But we're on our day off!" Liam whined, slumping down. "Please tell me they don't want us to do...work."

We all shuddered at the evil word as I answered the phone maybe a little too harshly. "Are you going to make us work on our day off again?"

The guy on the phone chuckled. "Not the kind of work you expect. We've got a car waiting outside your building. Get in and we'll explain." And with that, he hung up.

I groaned. "They're being all mysterious again. They've got a car waiting for us out front, guess we'll find out what they want then."

Our good mood was completely ruined as we trudged outside, our arms crossed. We seriously need new management

---

After a long, silent car ride, we finally arrived at an abandoned store in a strip shopping center. I opened my mouth to say something, but Niall shook his head. "Best not talk, Mr. Mustache right there looks pretty pissed."

I looked up to see our driver, a beefy man with a shiny bald head and a handlebar mustache spitting furiously into his phone. "I said to have it unlocked Irene! Unlocked!"

We winced on behalf of poor Irene, whoever she was, and leaned against the wall. Just then a shiny black Porsche pulled up and a girl stepped out. She unlocked the door and swung her heavy maroon bag over her shoulder.

"Thank you Irene," the man said, "for being late and unorganized as ever."

Irene ignored him and turned to us. "Come on, all of you, don't worry, I don't bite. We're just doing a little makeover here."

She was actually really pretty. Tiny, at only about five feet, everything about her seemed minimized. She had bright red hair and shocking blue eyes, and rosy pink cheeks. She was wearing a My Chemical Romance T shirt and black skinny jeans, along with combat boots. She couldn't have been over twenty.

"My name's Irene," she said. "I'm Hector's daughter. I'm seventeen, and I'm a makeup artist. Well, on YouTube. But after college I'll be a professional one. My job is to make you five look completely different. I guess I'll start with the oldest, then. Louis?"

I nodded and followed her to a back room, where she started by rubbing what felt like paint into my hair. Then she rubbed cream all over my face and dipped a toothpick into something and started making dots all over my face before giving me contacts. "There," she said proudly, and turned me around to I was facing a mirror.

I gasped at my reflection. I was really pale, like a vampire, and a million freckles speckled my cheeks and the bridge of my nose. Emerald green eyes peeked out from jet black hair that she'd combed down onto my forehead.

I turned around to ask her why she'd made me unrecognizable, but she looked busy pulling out articles of clothing from a shelf. "Put these on," she instructed me, handing me a white V-neck, black high tops, and light washed jeans. I groaned and changed into them, then walked back out to greet the other boys.

"Holy shit!" Niall exclaimed, stepping back. Zayn covered his mouth with his hand, Liam's eyes went as big as saucers, and Harry stumbled backwards. "Is that really you Lou?" he asked.

I nodded. "I know. She's really good. But I still don't know why we're not allowed to look like ourselves...?"

The rest of the boys shook their heads. "We know as much as you do," Zayn said.

---

When Irene had finished with all of us, Harry had straight, sandy blonde hair brought up into a quiff, sun tanned skin, and bright blue eyes. He looked like he'd been raised in Hawaii or something.

Niall had deep brown hair and matching eyes, along with olive skin.

Liam was platinum blonde, with skin not quite as pale as mine, but close, and pale blue eyes.

Zayn was probably the most different. He had pale skin, but not that pale, and a whole face full of freckles. His red (!!!) hair was swept off to the side and his blue (!!!!!) eyes peeked out from underneath.

"So, why are we getting such extreme makeovers?" Liam asked.

"That would be," Hector said, "because you're going to school."

Notes

I really hope you like it so far! This is my first story on here so don't judge too harshly. I'll try to update as often as possible. Let me know what you think in the comments. Opinions, suggestions, and predictions would be greatly appreciated! Thanks for reading!
-Nori :)