Life of a Direction-ette

I found a small apartment to rent out. It was just until I found a place to stay. Jess is still staying with me and we are currently fighting over what to do for the day. I still haven't really got over the fight me and Zayn had, if you would call it a fight. It stung when he told me to go talk to my boyfriend. What was that supposed to mean? Why did he even care that I was officially dating Harry anyway? Zayn just irks me in every possible way.

"Bowling or more apartment shopping?" She asks while holding up both of hands in a scale stance. I look up at her from where I have half of my body on my bed, the upper half is laying life less on the white floors.

"Neither." I tell her with a huff. It's hard to breathe in the position I'm in. She pouts at me. Her brown locks are curled and lay just below her shoulders. She has a couple of strands blocking her face. She's pretty. Like, way prettier than me and I have openly admitted it to her before. She denied it of course, telling me I was prettier, but I knew. With her milk chocolate eyes over my blue green ones, she would always win. She told me my eyes were better because for some reason, I had a splash of brown in them. Like what the heck!? How did that get there.

"You're still all pissy about what Zayn said, aren't you?" She asks. I'm not pissy or whatever she wants to call it. I'm fine. It's just that whenever I fight with someone I care about- not that I care about Zayn in any way possible- I don't really know what to do. With Zayn, it was harder because we're closer than I am with most of my family. I've told him more about myself than I have to Allison or Davis. It's just harder, I guess, to get over it.

"Nope," I say, popping the "P" in the process, "I'm absolutely fine."

"No, you're not. If you were, you'd want to go out. You are gonna get paler from staying in doors." She tells me with her arms crossed along her chest. She's wearing a floral blouse with a white tank. It's cute on her, because she has a slimmer figure. She has some black skinny jeans on with floral Vans. She's very matchy matchy today.

"I'm good with that. There isn't much for me to do today." I tell as I sit up, pulling my lower half on the floor with me. I'm still in my pajamas and my hair is a mess.

"You know what? We getting out of the house, whether you like it or not." She states with a nod. The next hour persists of Jessica pulling me around the apartment, making me try things on and doing my hair and make up. When she finishes she smiles at me brightly while clapping.

I look in the mirror and there I am, with my dark brown hair straighten and pieces pulled back. Jess had placed a bow behind my head, making the pieces stay. I have black mascara on my eyelashes and that's it on my eyes. Thank god. Lord know Jess can over board when it comes to eye shadow.

I had pink blush covering my faint freckles. Jess had told me that I had way too many for comfort. I also had on hot pink lipstick covering my lips. It was okay. It didn't change a lot about my features but I looked prettier. To top it all off, she made me wear a dress. A DRESS. It's a simple blue high low with the boobs up black. I had a unnecessary belt around my waist and some flats on. I actually looked like a girl.

"Can we go now? I think you've done enough to my being." I ask. Jess only smiles and grabs her coat.

~

"I don't think you're over Zayn." Jessica tells me as she rummages through a dress rack. I looked up from my twitter feed for a moment.

"Why do say that?" I ask trying to not sound obvious.

"You were crying when you came back-"

"Was not." I lie. I look back up from my phone and Jessica's eyes are still on me.

"What?" I hiss. She turned back to rack of clothes with a sigh.

"You're lying. You know you still like him." She says.

"I don't. I'm over it." I say bluntly. I take a deep breath and continue to read random tweets.

"Char-"

"I just don't think i'm worth it anymore."

"Why is that." She asks, completely unfazed that I just cut her off.

"I've given him so much hell and he still gets hurt when I do something." I ramble. "I just want him to look at me like he used to."

"How did he used to look at you?"

"Like I actually mattered. Like he cared."

"Do you think he doesn't care now?" She asks. I nod and she continues.

"He does. If he didn't he wouldn't be getting so mad at you. He probably isn't even mad at you. He's probably just upset and you were there so he took it out on you," She says while holding up a dress to inspect it, "But, the question is, 'Do you want him as a friend' or 'Do you want him as a boyfriend?' "

I shrug, not knowing what to say. What can you say to that? Honestly, I don't want to be just friends with Zayn anymore. I think actually like him more than that.

"I don't know." I say.

"You do know. That's why you're so upset. If me and you got in a fight, you wouldn't be this upset. You say you would, but we both know you wouldn't. You care about him."

"But, I blew it." I stamper out. I literally can't help but fidget. It's hard.

"You can unblow it." She tells me with a smile.

"How can I do that?"

She simply smiles and walks away.

~

"The boys are out clubbing." Jessica tells me while handing me a garment bag. We're back at the apartment and Jess is obviously excited.

"What does that have to do with me?" I ask.

"We're going, too. You are gonna get you man back." She says simply.

I finger the zipper to the bag before pulling it. It's a short black mini dress. It is so sparkly that it blinds me.

"I am not wearing this." I disagree. She goes to retaliate.

"You are. If I'm wearing a mini skirt. You're wearing that."

I groan and march to the bathroom.

~

I don't look that bad, I guess. I shows off too much skin for my liking. It stops right before the middle of my thigh and with it being strapless, my boobs are poking out at the top. My disapproving thoughts are interrupted by Jessica's clapping.

"You look amazing!" She yells. I wince as I turn back around.

"You think so?" I ask, smoothing it out.

"Yeah. Lets see if, Zayn thinks so."

~

NO POV

As the girls walk in, all eyes are on them. Charlotte assumes it's because her dress was over the top. Not really matching the mood of the night, but she's wrong. To everyone else, she looks amazing. Even Jessica's a little jealous. Niall and Louis waves them over and they rush to get to the boys.

"What are you wearing?" Louis asks, yelling over the music. Charlotte immediently goes pull her dress as she asks, "A dress. Jess picked it out-"

"Not that it looks bad, but I don't think Harry would like everyone looking at you much." Louis says. Charlotte nods as she thinks, Oh yeah, Harry...

Her eyes begin to wander for Zayn as Jessica talks to the guys with some idle chatter. What Charlie doesn't know that Zayn already knows where she is. He's already eyeing her dress. He's already watching her and He's already contemplating if he should go talk to her. The only thing stopping him? There is a girl talking his ear off. He was just trying to drink enough to possibly get over the one and only.

The girl he's talking to? Perrie Edwards. You know of her? Of course you do. But, when Charlie's eyes meet Zayn's, her heart drops. She sees the pretty girl that looks a lot prettier than herself in Charlie's eyes. Her breath hitches in her throat and she looks back at Jess who's already wondering what's wrong.

"Nothing. I just don't think we should have come." She tells Jessica. Harry offers her a drink and she accepts with a smile while Zayn grimaces sourly. The rest of the night was lost in a bunch of drunk slurs...