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"You have really bad bags under your eyes." I chuckled a little as I did Harry's makeup.
"It's not my fault I had to wake up at 5!" He argued, and I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, but you stayed up till midnight right?" I pointed out. He scoffed.
I smiled a little before I was done, and waved my hands, shooing him. "All right. You're done."
He turned and winked at me before he left.
It had taken a minute, but I'd gotten back into the swing of things pretty quick, considering I hadn't really touched makeup since...
Whoa.
A long time.
Before I could ponder this much longer, Liam walked in. He didn't really say anything while I was doing my job.
The only words that came out of his mouth were: "Egh. Do you have to put so much crap on my face?"
I hadn't really replied. All I'd given him was a shrug.
Zayn was next. He laughed at all my half-hearted jokes and made me smile more than I should have been. He really was a cool guy, despite all those badass tattoos. (Which I did tease him about a few times, I'll admit)
Finally, Zayn was done and Niall came in, complaining about how he hadn't gotten breakfast.
"The life of a celebrity is a hard one," I had agreed, a hint of sarcasm seeping into my voice.
He didn't notice, "It is! Everything they plan seems to be super early in the morning. We barely ever have time for lunch. Plus there's the paps. You have no idea. Thousands of screaming girls, screaming your name as you walk by. Man..." He paused, glancing at me.
"No, don't move your face!" I flicked his ear, and he flinched.
"Ouch! What was that for?" I rubbed his earlobe with a scowl.
"Don't scowl. Your face might stick like that." I teased, and he rolled his eyes. "'Kay, you're done." I said.
Then Louis was there. For some reason, being around him made me nervous. I felt dumb, but as soon as he came in I cast my eyes downwards and gestured towards the stool with an awkward attempt at a smile.
I saw him smirk before taking a seat. As I was fixing the mess atop his head, he said, "You know, my hair is supposed to be messy, right? It's... the style." He said the word 'style' like it was a big deal.
"Right." I muttered. "Totally."
I saw his lips perk up into a grin, "It's true!"
"Yes, but it doesn't mean getting up in the morning, running your hand through it a little bit, and then calling it good." I pointed out.
"You think I don't know my own hair?" asked Louis, gasping dramatically.
"Yup." I replied, popping the p.
"Well then," He scoffed.
I smiled softly, and then tapped his shoulder. "Okay. You're good."
He got up and turned to look at me.
"You know," He said after a second, "You shouldn't wear that hood over your face all the time."
His comment seemed quite sudden at the time. "Um. Why not?"
"Because," He was frowning, eyebrows close to his bright eyes, "It makes you look... sad."
"Insecure?" I corrected.
"Sure. Whatever. All I'm saying is that you should show more of your face."
"Whatever." I mumbled.
"But-"
"Don't you have an interview you need to get to?" I snapped, instantly regretting it.
"I can be late..." He murmured.
I scowled. "No, you know you can't. Go." I waved my hands towards the door. "They're all waiting for you."
It seemed he was about to answer, but he must have changed his mind, for he turned and walked out the door I'd pointed to without another word.

Notes

Sorry it's short and boring. It's kinda just a filler. I just felt like I couldn't really add the next event into this chapter, because it's too long.
Love ya'll. At the same time, I kinda hate you. I'm supposed to be working on my NHD project...
MERP
No hard feelings lol
Anyways. ENJOY THE BORING CHAPTER :)
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