Bitch Please - A Harry Styles Fan Fiction
Bad Girls
Song:
M.I.A. - Bad Girls
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Fleur's POV:
"Fleur, you're coming with me" Topaz demanded and yanked me off my seat before I could even speak. Well, ouch?
Topaz dragged me along to her motorbike and stopped in front of it.
"Okay, now tell me what the hell is your problem?" I ask her with my arms crossed; I seriously was not in the mood for some load of bull crap.
"Fleur!" she said and grabbed both of my hands with gleaming eyes of success "I found the way"
"Found the way to what? My butt crack?"
She snapped out of her 'glory' phase and gave me the biggest death glare. Well somebody needs a doctor here. Mental point to this stupid girl.
"No Floo Powder, you do not understand! Go call Quinn!" she said and locked herself in her stupid glory stare.
"Quinn? Quinn? Are you ef-ing serious? You wanna go call that nerd from school?" I say, confused and disgusted on why she'd even want to call Quinn.
Quinn Dexter, for your kind information, was a super big nerd from our school but she was secretly an amazing rapper with awesome make-up talents. But she was afraid to show her talent to the populars when they asked her to, so she was bullied. Yep, bullied for not showing talent; hashtag lame. I kinda feel sorry for her though. Topaz and I usually hung out with her, just for showing company, that is. But now she’s the bad girl… That doesn’t mean she’s not nice anymore!
"Remember she was amazing at make-up?"
"Yeah..." I trailed off, not knowing where this was going while I crossed my arms.
"She became the best make-up artist in the world"
This makes no sense. Please, somebody play the intense music from Harry Potter. It sounded cool.
"Oh yeah, and how did I not know this?" I crossed my arms once again. Fleur, that's a record broken of arm crossing in one conversation!
"Look at my face; do you think I know? Anyways, today is One Direction's interview and guess what..."
Oh. My God. This is starting to make sense. Somebody play Hedwig's Theme from Harry Potter! (You know the music that goes: tun tun, ta-tun, tun tun, ta-tun tun; you get the idea)
"Quinn dislikes One Direction, she works as a make-up artist for that show called Coffee with Catt. One Direction's interview is on Coffee with Catt" Topaz said again once I became silent.
"Oh my gosh, that lucky duck! Shame she dislikes the five biggest cupcakes in the world. But what does this have to do with anything?"
"I'm still in contact with her. So I'm calling her and asking her if we can be One Direction's make-up artist!" And that glory stare is back. How creepy can you get?
"Good plan, but how do we know if Quinn will let us be their artist?"
"She hates One Direction, remember? And like I said, I'm still in contact with her. She'll let us!" She concluded with a z-formation snap.
"Ibettenbucksthatsheprobablywon'tletyouthis teym" I say really fast like the fat egg-like kid in South Park. I totally rocked the 'time' in the sentence. Wink, wink.
"What, what, what? Whatever, I'm calling her now" she said with an eye-roll. Yep, queen of eye-rolling.
I watched as Topaz tapped away on her Samsung Galaxy S4-- once again, because she finds iPhones too mainstream.
"Hello?" pause "Hey Quinny, its Topz!" pause "Are you doing One Direction's make-up in Coffee with Catt?" pause "Oh my gosh can I do it instead? You dislike One Direction, right?" intense pause, this depends on my precious ten dollars "Oh my GOSH you are the most bestest friend eva!" ouch, that hurted my feelings, you bitch "Alrighty, bye!"
"She said yes?" dumbfounded, I ask
"No, she said yes"
"ER-MER-GERD are you ef-ing serious?"
"No I'm one hundred and ten percent mother ef-ing serious"
"Oh my gosh let's go, now, now, now!"
We wore our One Direction designed helmets (you know us) as Topaz hopped onto the front seat of the motorbike and started the engine which roared into life, scaring the living shit out of me in the back seat. With that, we drove off. I think we're the true bad girls now.
***
"So what do we when we do One Direction's make-up? We already met them, remember?" I ask once we scrambled off the motorbike
"Um kidnap Harry Styles what else?" Topaz responded, giving me a weird 'duh' look.
"Why do you have to spoil everything?" I ask, tiredly. I'm sick and tired of her over-obsessive fan girling and non-achievable tasks she creates.
"We'll fight later, we better go inside fast"
Once we got inside of the studio, the very Quinn Dexter was standing in front of us. It was amazing at how different and modern she looked compared to the old her.
"Weyl what are yaow waiting faowr?"
M.I.A. - Bad Girls
❤❤❤❤❤
Fleur's POV:
"Fleur, you're coming with me" Topaz demanded and yanked me off my seat before I could even speak. Well, ouch?
Topaz dragged me along to her motorbike and stopped in front of it.
"Okay, now tell me what the hell is your problem?" I ask her with my arms crossed; I seriously was not in the mood for some load of bull crap.
"Fleur!" she said and grabbed both of my hands with gleaming eyes of success "I found the way"
"Found the way to what? My butt crack?"
She snapped out of her 'glory' phase and gave me the biggest death glare. Well somebody needs a doctor here. Mental point to this stupid girl.
"No Floo Powder, you do not understand! Go call Quinn!" she said and locked herself in her stupid glory stare.
"Quinn? Quinn? Are you ef-ing serious? You wanna go call that nerd from school?" I say, confused and disgusted on why she'd even want to call Quinn.
Quinn Dexter, for your kind information, was a super big nerd from our school but she was secretly an amazing rapper with awesome make-up talents. But she was afraid to show her talent to the populars when they asked her to, so she was bullied. Yep, bullied for not showing talent; hashtag lame. I kinda feel sorry for her though. Topaz and I usually hung out with her, just for showing company, that is. But now she’s the bad girl… That doesn’t mean she’s not nice anymore!
"Remember she was amazing at make-up?"
"Yeah..." I trailed off, not knowing where this was going while I crossed my arms.
"She became the best make-up artist in the world"
This makes no sense. Please, somebody play the intense music from Harry Potter. It sounded cool.
"Oh yeah, and how did I not know this?" I crossed my arms once again. Fleur, that's a record broken of arm crossing in one conversation!
"Look at my face; do you think I know? Anyways, today is One Direction's interview and guess what..."
Oh. My God. This is starting to make sense. Somebody play Hedwig's Theme from Harry Potter! (You know the music that goes: tun tun, ta-tun, tun tun, ta-tun tun; you get the idea)
"Quinn dislikes One Direction, she works as a make-up artist for that show called Coffee with Catt. One Direction's interview is on Coffee with Catt" Topaz said again once I became silent.
"Oh my gosh, that lucky duck! Shame she dislikes the five biggest cupcakes in the world. But what does this have to do with anything?"
"I'm still in contact with her. So I'm calling her and asking her if we can be One Direction's make-up artist!" And that glory stare is back. How creepy can you get?
"Good plan, but how do we know if Quinn will let us be their artist?"
"She hates One Direction, remember? And like I said, I'm still in contact with her. She'll let us!" She concluded with a z-formation snap.
"Ibettenbucksthatsheprobablywon'tletyouthis teym" I say really fast like the fat egg-like kid in South Park. I totally rocked the 'time' in the sentence. Wink, wink.
"What, what, what? Whatever, I'm calling her now" she said with an eye-roll. Yep, queen of eye-rolling.
I watched as Topaz tapped away on her Samsung Galaxy S4-- once again, because she finds iPhones too mainstream.
"Hello?" pause "Hey Quinny, its Topz!" pause "Are you doing One Direction's make-up in Coffee with Catt?" pause "Oh my gosh can I do it instead? You dislike One Direction, right?" intense pause, this depends on my precious ten dollars "Oh my GOSH you are the most bestest friend eva!" ouch, that hurted my feelings, you bitch "Alrighty, bye!"
"She said yes?" dumbfounded, I ask
"No, she said yes"
"ER-MER-GERD are you ef-ing serious?"
"No I'm one hundred and ten percent mother ef-ing serious"
"Oh my gosh let's go, now, now, now!"
We wore our One Direction designed helmets (you know us) as Topaz hopped onto the front seat of the motorbike and started the engine which roared into life, scaring the living shit out of me in the back seat. With that, we drove off. I think we're the true bad girls now.
***
"So what do we when we do One Direction's make-up? We already met them, remember?" I ask once we scrambled off the motorbike
"Um kidnap Harry Styles what else?" Topaz responded, giving me a weird 'duh' look.
"Why do you have to spoil everything?" I ask, tiredly. I'm sick and tired of her over-obsessive fan girling and non-achievable tasks she creates.
"We'll fight later, we better go inside fast"
Once we got inside of the studio, the very Quinn Dexter was standing in front of us. It was amazing at how different and modern she looked compared to the old her.
"Weyl what are yaow waiting faowr?"
Notes
This is meant to be a cliffhanger... or a filler.AND I'M SORRY THAT I'M SO LATE IN UPDATING THIS, BAH HAH BAH !!!!! :(
Please don't kill me. I'm on vacation and Wi-Fi sucks in my hotel. Yea so.... yea :) I'm sorry my beautiful bitches.
See the characters page if you wanna know what Quinn Dexter looks like
Btw for the new cover of this story, do you KNOW how many selfies it took me and a friend of mine to get it all professional? And we didnt use a phone camera. It took TUNS of makeup to make my look perfect, all for a selfie which I made 3 months ago and I decided to put it on this cover....LOL
LOL #SORRYNOTSORRY
<3 anyyways omg I love the Bad Girls song its sooo cool! i'm not sure if the link works. Byeee!
-Emmee <3 u
@Harruzy
:O I'm so sorry I didn't realize D: Aww gurl thank you so much! I'm so sorry I've made you feel sad
Ahahaha that was the fun bit :D Thanks again x
No worries gurl! Ahaha thank YOU cutie!!
-Emmee
7/18/14