Undercover

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Hey Joe, Jimi Hendrix

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"So where are the boys again?" I ask for the thousandth time since we got to the hotel, remembering the confusion I had felt when I had woken up with Perrie in an empty plane in Spain.

"The minute we landed they took off, saying that they had some 'business' to attend to and that we should just head to the hotel without them," Perrie explains through the open door to the bathroom as she draws a thick black line on her eyelid. Her short, purple hair was done in big curls and her eyes were covered with dark eyeshadow.

"Wow, that's not suspicious at all," I sarcastically remark as I start to unpack and reorganize my hastily put together suitcase.I haven't looked at myself since I woke up on the plane and I have a feeling I don't want to, worried that I actually look like a homeless person.

"I know right," She says as she makes her way over to her open suitcases sprawled out on her bed. There's only two beds in the room and I get the bad feeling that I'll be sharing one with Harry. I watch as Perrie starts to pile clothes on top of the already mountain high stack. She start to pull out fancy dresses holding them up to her body and shaking her head no as she throws them into the rejected pile of other dresses.

"What's all that for?".

"What's all what for?" She starts to pull out glamorously tall high heels of all shapes and colors.

"All of that, your fancy makeup and hair and all of those dresses you're pulling out," I say as I point her with one hand and pop a Skittle into my mouth with the other.

"Okay, what if I told you that I knew where the boys were," She tells me and my eyes widen. She knows where they are?! I hop over my bed and onto hers, planting myself cross-legged and resting my head on my chin enthusiastically.

"What? Where are they?! How do you know where they are?! Is it somewhere sketchy?! Did you follow them off of the plane?!" The questions fly out of my mouth as she sits there with an amused smirk on her face as she stares at her cuticles and picks at the imperfections.

"Okay, okay, slow down and I'll tell you. One question at a time please," She says and looks up at me.

"Okay, uh, where are they?" I ask and try to slow my erratic breaths as they puff from my chest at a fast rate.

"They are at the El Dorado Gala. It's one of the most exclusive events and it's only held every two years. The biggest rivals and threats and gang leaders all show up at the event surprisingly no deaths have been recorded there. Harry and Zayn have gone every time for the past six years and I have a feeling that they're in some long term shit. It's actually pretty scary," She says and I start to feel scared too. What kind of deep shit is this troubled boy in?

"So how do you know this?".

"I put a GPS tracking devise into Zayn's phone a few years back. That's when I first discovered that Zayn and Harry had attended here. Each time this event rolled around they would make up some random excuse why they were going to leave and left, that's why I'm so confused on why we're coming with this time. Something's going down this year, something big," Perrie's words send shivers down my spine and I get even more frightened of what's to come.

"Alright. So what does their location have to do with us?".

"Well we're going, isn't it obvious?" She asks me and I choke on my Skittle, dry swallowing it down my throat.

"Wait...you expect us to just show up at the most elite event in Spain and ask to get in? I see many flaws in that plan. And anyway, what would we do there? What if one of the boys saw us?" I ask her and drink some water, trying to ease the ache of the hard candy going down my throat.

"Relax, I have a plan all in place. And we would go spy on them, see who they're talking to and possibly what about, but sooner or later we will get caught by them, it's all part of the plan," She assures me but I give her a skeptical look.

"Hey, I have this all planned out. Leave it to me for once because right now you need to get ready!" She commands and ushers me to the bathroom.

"First, we'll start with your makeup," She says and immediately sits me down on the stool and gets to work on my face. The thick makeup of my face feels like a whole new layer of skin as she finishes up on the look. I was surprised at her efficiency and quickness as she finished in under ten minutes.

"Damn, you work fast with makeup".

"I know right," She says as she turns me towards the mirror to look at myself. My breath is taken away at the sight. It's perfect. My statement eyebrows were darkened and shaped to look not so unruly and the bronze, shimmery eyeshadow, minimal eyeliner, and thick coats of mascara made my coffee eyes stand out. You could easily see my freckles that dot my cheeks and nose and for once, I didn't hate them. For the first time actually, I didn't hate the way I looked. It was a great feeling. I was too busy admiring my hair to notice the curling iron that Perrie plugged in. I brought my attention to her as she slowly wrapped pieces loosely around it and held them there, letting the curls fall when they were done into perfect waves. I watched as she completed her work with perfect concentration and stamina. She really had a talent.

"Done!" She cheered as she did a happy dance.

"Wow that was really fast," I say in disbelief as I stare at the girl in the mirror, astounded that it was me. It couldn't have been me, I'm not that beautiful, with those sharp cheek bones and prominent eye color. But it was me, and I couldn't be happier.

"I know, I had to rush it because we need to be there in a half an hour and we still have to meet our ride," She says.

"Our ride?" I ask. Who was our ride?

"You'll see in a bit, but first we need to get dressed," She says as she rushes us over to her suitcase. After digging through the piles on her bed and in her bag for a bit, she finally squeals in triumph as she pulls out the most beautiful dress I've ever seen. It was short, stopping just above knee length and hugged my curves perfectly. The color was a beautiful mint green mixed with bright red, mustard, and dark blue with a gorgeous texture and turtle neck collar that actually looked good. I admired myself in the mirror after I slipped it on, loving the way I looked and felt at the moment. Perrie looked beautiful too, with her lilac dress to match her hair, white high heels, and a flower crown to finish it off.

"Alright, let's do this".

Notes

GUYS IM NOT DEAD DONT WORRY. I've just had a really bad case of writer's block lately so that was bad. But anyway, sorry for the filler but some real shit will go down next chapter I already have it planned out and let's just say, Harry has been hiding A LOT of stuff from Belle and Perrie. Okay, I've been co-writing my friend Sophie's story, it's called otherside so go check it out and give her some good feedback! I gave her the idea for the story and she's been taking it into her own hands and really doing some good stuff with it so please check it out!! If you guys read it and spam her + me I will update tomorrow!! Please! Love y'all and sorry for the big break but I promise you, I've got some big shit planned so stay tuned!

-T