Incentive
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right girl - the maine
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After a long argument on how Paige is going to look underdressed in a Forever 21 dress during the award show, we finally reached the shop unsuccessfully dodging the paparazzi. They probably took countless photos of us, turn it into something false, and sell it to the press. At least Simon’s plan is working. Fuck Simon.
I opened the glass door for Paige and entered behind her. Immediately after closing the door, all of the shop windows were covered by black cloth, taking away the sunlight and making the room in complete darkness.
“What is happening?” Paige whispered. She tiptoed although her lips only reached my chin.
I pointed to the door that read staff only and right on cue, she came out in a red shirt and sparkling jeans with her hair tied up in a bun.
“Harry, darling!” She clapped her hands in the air, grinning. She perkily walked up to me, her whole body rattling in her attempt to run in high heels. She gave me a kiss on both cheeks and had her hands on my shoulders, examining me. “Wow, honey, you do need a makeover.”
I opened my mouth but shut it, not knowing what to say. I swallowed hard and gave a forced smile. “Um, Marty, I’m not asking for one.”
She pressed her lips together and shut her eyes. “Erase that. I never said that. Now, whom will I be working my magic on?”
I stepped aside and allowed her to see Paige who seemed to have been hiding behind me since the windows were covered. “Marty, this is Paige. Paige, this is Marty. She specially designs wedding dresses for themed weddings, but she also loves to shop for, uh, stunning clothes.”
Marty nodded, “I love to shop for people and magazines, and now I have a bunch of dresses that were never used because Vogue suddenly changed their August issue’s theme to something else, so,” she ran to the back of the store’s counter and grabbed a wheeled clothes rack with plenty of dresses hanging onto it.
“Holy shit.” Paige muttered, punching my arm.
Marty grinned and started taking out each dress, said the designer of the piece, and threw it to a mannequin’s lap who was sitting down nearby.
“Marty, when did you learn how to shop?” I joked. I noticed that most of the dresses she picked were actually decent compared to her usual Lady Gaga-like outfits that she gives me.
She glared at me and threw a white dress at Paige with an excited giggle. “Try this one on.”
It was rare to see Paige in her girly state, and when you see that she’s in it, you don’t do anything to stop it. You sit back and watch her, maybe document it. It’s always hard for Paige to admit that she likes something especially when it’s something that most people label as ‘girly.’ It’s sometimes upsetting that you only see this side of her at rare occasions, but maybe that’s the amazing part of it — you don’t see it everyday, so you try to pause that moment and remember every single detail.
Paige practically ran to the dressing room and closed the door quickly. When the lock clicked, that’s when Marty started hitting me. Hard.
“What?” I said, slapping away her hands.
She took her hands off me with a scowl. She spoke low, like she didn’t want Paige to hear her. “So are you guys back together?”
I rolled my eyes and sat down on a stool beside a mannequin who was wearing a red skater skirt, an army tank, and a denim jacket. I grimaced at the sight and shook my head. “We’re not, and we’ll never be together ever again.”
She gave a pout and sighed in frustration. “Why do you hate each other so much again?”
“It’s complicated.” I shrugged the topic off and exhaled slowly.
Marty showed an obvious look of disappointment and turned around, looking through the rack once more. A groan was heard from the dressing room and finally, there was a sound of a bolt unlocking and a door squeaking and out came Paige in a long white dress that clearly looked like it had a lot of layers under it due to the puffiness of the dress.
Both straps on either side connected behind her neck. The neckline reached her navel, and a thin black belt wrapped around below it. She turned around and showed off the backless dress with her pearly white skin shining. Her whole back showed just until where the slim belt appears, the bulging skirt going down up to her toes.
“It’s so puffy.” Paige said, looking down at the dress. “Marty, it’s beautiful, but I can’t even walk properly in this thing; it’s too puffy.”
Marty nodded and circled around Paige, examining the dress. “You’re right.” She ticked her tongue and hastily walked to a table near me and got a pair of scissors from a pencil holder.
Paige stepped back. “Marty, I know that I said it’s too puffy, but you don’t have to destroy it, it’s beautiful and-“
She didn’t even let her finish her sentence and got it over with, horizontally cutting the dress right above Paige’s knees. She looked like she was wearing a tutu, layers of puffiness exposed and going upwards. It wasn’t fully projecting horizontally straight like the costumes of ballet dancers. Instead, it had the elegance of the numerous layers that made the skirt appear to be bubbly and puffy, but didn’t show any stiffness to it.
“Now, I know that you do your own hair and makeup perfectly when it comes to award shows, but I suggest you wear a bun and minimum makeup, although maybe-“
“Gold eye shadow.” Paige said automatically, pointing at Marty.
“I was going to say silver, but gold seems better.” She decided and turned around. “I love your girlfriend.”
“Ex.” Paige corrected.
“Really?” I raised an eyebrow.
“It’s true.” Paige extended her hands. “Why do you always have to get mad whenever I correct these things even if it’s the truth?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not mad.”
“Yeah?” She tilted her head to the side, looking at me. “You just don’t want to accept the fact that we’re not together anymore.”
I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself. “Never mind, come on, the dress is already paid for.”
“You paid without asking if I wanted to pay.” Paige gave me a look, planting a hand on her hip. “You’re not the only one in this world who makes money, Harry.”
I exhaled slowly and stood up, nodding at Marty in signal for her to give us a moment. She hurriedly walked back to the staff room, closing the door softly behind her.
“Paige, relax.” I said softly, putting my hands on her shoulders. Despite the fact that I still have a loathing for Paige with all my being, I knew that the reason why she was acting so snappy all of the sudden was because of the realization that she’s presenting an award later on. It happens every time she has to go up the stage and I knew exactly what to do. “Through your nose and out your mouth, come on.”
She closed her eyes and breathed slowly, her shoulders going up and falling down. I smiled at the sight and stepped closer. “Now, I want you to take off that dress, put on your clothes, and we’ll grab a pizza before heading out to the hotel.”
“Pizza’s just going to make me fatter and my face oiler and it will go straight down the thighs and hips and I –“
“Paige,” I cut her off, shaking her a little bit. “Go get dressed.”
She swallowed hard and nodded, finally obeying my orders. I watched her walk back to the dressing room with her tutu-like dress swaying with her hips.
Marty came back a few moments after with her green reading glasses pushed up at her hairline looking more like a headband than a pair of glasses. “What happened?”
“Here,” I handed out a check to her which she gradually accepted, her lips forming into a smile.
“I’m guessing you won your little fight.” She tilted her head as she kept the check neatly into a wallet.
“Yup,” I popped the p and looked around the shop, noticing the little cobwebs at the corners of the ceiling. “You should really clean up this place.” There’s a pile of clothes almost everywhere on the floor for God’s sake.
“Not my store.” Marty raised her hands in surrender and pushed the rack of clothes back to where she had found them.
Paige came back the clothes she wore earlier and the white dress hanging on her left arm. “Thanks for this, Marty.”
Marty waved a hand with a smile, putting the dress in a shopping bag before handing it to me. “Don’t mention it, kid.”
Simon had ordered us that we go to the show together, and for some reason we all agreed on meeting up at Summer Breeze’s hotel room. It wasn’t like it was a huge hassle to all of us; we stayed at the same hotel, our room just a floor below theirs.
Getting ready for award shows was always enervating, and with five more people around, it was a huge mess: pizza boxes with leftover crusts were on the kitchen table, a few bottles of beer on the floor, the television on with what seemed to be a rerun of an episode of Friends, the couch was pushed against the room, and everything else was just out of place.
James was sitting on the kitchen counter pouring a drink to Niall’s mouth whose eyes were covered by what seemed to be my own bandana. Dylan was dozing off on the coffee table in front of the television set with an apple in his mouth and drawings all over his skin. A shirtless Tim and Liam were wrestling each other on the couch, growling and murmuring a few curse words. Nate was hanging upside down with the help of Zayn who was texting on his phone.
Paige came out of the bathroom with a tank top and a pair of shorts with a scowl on her face. She walked to the television set and turned it off, looking at everyone with a displeased look. “We have to leave in an hour, dress up and fix this.”
For a moment, it looked like a movie was taking place in front of me: a song playing in the background and a montage of the group fixing up the place. Although, it wasn’t a montage and Nate played a song on his phone and connected it to the speakers. It was a little bit terrifying that Paige can order these people to do something and they would follow her in a heartbeat. She sat beside me on the couch and we both watched them fix the room hurriedly.
“You’re just going to sit there and not help?” Louis looked at the two of us as he tried to wake up Dylan.
“We didn’t contribute to that mess, lad.” I laughed.
Dylan finally woke up, yawning loudly and stretching his arms out, accidentally punching Louis’s crotch. “Shit,” he turned to his left to see Louis on the floor, his eyes tearing up.
“Fucking shit.” Louis shouted, rolling on the floor with his hands on his pants.
The song continued to play in the background as we watched them tidy up the room, getting brooms for the pieces of paper on the floor and rags for the spilled beer.
“I’m not too hard on them, right?” Paige whispered to me.
I shook my head. “They need someone like you to keep them grounded.”
Paige scoffed. “They hate me.”
“They don’t.” I chuckled. “Go get dressed, I’ll keep an eye on them.”
She looked at me and I held her gaze, giving her a look of assurance. She sighed and stood up, going to the corridor of rooms.
To my surprise, it wasn’t that hard to get everyone to finish cleaning the mess. In a matter of minutes, everything was back to how it looked like and soon enough, everyone was going to their respective rooms to get ready. I went down to our own room to get dressed with Niall as the other boys decided to get dressed at Summer Breeze’s apartment instead.
“Where did you and Paige go?” Niall asked as we entered the elevator.
“She got a dress for tonight.” I said. “You know how she is, forgetting the important things.”
Niall nodded. “Did you guys, like, fix your problem with each other already?”
I shook my head. “We had a little argument, in fact.”
“What a surprise.” He said sarcastically. We stepped out of the elevator, walking down the hallway and into our room. “You guys have to stop bickering.”
“We hate each other.” I said simply, kicking the door closed.
“How are you guys going to stand each other during the tour, then?” Niall raised an eyebrow, entering the bathroom in my own room. I heard the water start.
“I don’t know.” I said, looking through my clothes in the closet, getting a pair of black jeans. “I guess we’ll find out.”
“You better find out quickly, lad.” He said loudly through the running water. “If you two keep arguing, I swear to Liam’s arse that I will throw you off the bus.”
“Not if I throw you off first for finishing the food.” I shouted. I peeled off my jeans and changed into the ones I brought out. I took off my shirt and threw it to the side where a bunch of other clothes stayed.
The water stopped. “When are you going to tell us why you guys hate each other?”
I sighed and sat on the bed, beside the shirt prepared by Lou for me to wear. “She doesn’t want me to tell anyone, and I don’t like to think about it.”
Niall opened the bathroom door, water dripping from his hair down his face and to his chest. A white towel was wrapped around his waist and a toothbrush was in his mouth. “You going to take a bath?”
I shook my head. “Unlike you, I actually take a bath in the morning.”
He rolled his eyes. “Anyway, I think both of you just need accept whatever happened before.”
“It’s not that easy.” I said. “I mean, it’s hard to have conversations with her.”
Niall shrugged and left the room, closing the door behind him. I exhaled slowly and took the black Rolling Stones t-shirt beside me, putting it on. My locks fell on my forehead and I frowned in irritation, blowing air upwards in attempt to make them go away.
I stood up and grabbed my phone from my table, putting it in my pocket along with the painted bottle cap I always bring. I got my pair of shades, hung them on the hem of my shirt, and left the room, entering the living room where Niall sat waiting for me. He stood up, dressed in a simple plain white t-shirt and jeans.
We went back up to Summer Breeze’s room and everyone was almost finished dressing up. Paige was sitting on the kitchen counter talking Louis as she fixed her hair, pinning a few loose strands back. It was braided at the back of her head going up to the top and into a bun.
“Is everybody ready?” Liam asked,
We all shouted our own yes and started leaving the apartment; me being the last to leave and closing the door shut. We went down the elevators separately: Liam, James, Tim, Zayn, and Nate went in one elevator, and Louis, Dylan, Niall, Paige, and I went to the one beside theirs.
It was silent. Niall was texting on his phone; Dylan was fixing his hair on the elevator’s reflective walls; Paige was still trying to fix her hair; and Louis was folding the sleeves of his denim jacket up to his elbows.
The elevator chimed signaling that we were on the ground floor and I stepped out immediately, looking for the other group. They came before us a few seconds in advanced, Liam already stepping out of the lobby.
I trailed behind as everyone walked to the entrance, feeling nervousness and excitement mix with each other in my stomach.
I looked up from my feet and saw Paige standing a few feet before me. She had a confused look and waited until I was beside her before continuing to walk.
“Are you thrilled?” She grinned.
I chuckled and nodded. “Yeah,” we left the hotel and were welcomed once again by camera flashes and shouts. “Come on,” I said to Paige, putting my hand behind her back and making her go before me. We went through the crowd together and finally entered the large car.
The vehicle moved the moment I closed the door.
“VMAs, here we come!”
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After a long argument on how Paige is going to look underdressed in a Forever 21 dress during the award show, we finally reached the shop unsuccessfully dodging the paparazzi. They probably took countless photos of us, turn it into something false, and sell it to the press. At least Simon’s plan is working. Fuck Simon.
I opened the glass door for Paige and entered behind her. Immediately after closing the door, all of the shop windows were covered by black cloth, taking away the sunlight and making the room in complete darkness.
“What is happening?” Paige whispered. She tiptoed although her lips only reached my chin.
I pointed to the door that read staff only and right on cue, she came out in a red shirt and sparkling jeans with her hair tied up in a bun.
“Harry, darling!” She clapped her hands in the air, grinning. She perkily walked up to me, her whole body rattling in her attempt to run in high heels. She gave me a kiss on both cheeks and had her hands on my shoulders, examining me. “Wow, honey, you do need a makeover.”
I opened my mouth but shut it, not knowing what to say. I swallowed hard and gave a forced smile. “Um, Marty, I’m not asking for one.”
She pressed her lips together and shut her eyes. “Erase that. I never said that. Now, whom will I be working my magic on?”
I stepped aside and allowed her to see Paige who seemed to have been hiding behind me since the windows were covered. “Marty, this is Paige. Paige, this is Marty. She specially designs wedding dresses for themed weddings, but she also loves to shop for, uh, stunning clothes.”
Marty nodded, “I love to shop for people and magazines, and now I have a bunch of dresses that were never used because Vogue suddenly changed their August issue’s theme to something else, so,” she ran to the back of the store’s counter and grabbed a wheeled clothes rack with plenty of dresses hanging onto it.
“Holy shit.” Paige muttered, punching my arm.
Marty grinned and started taking out each dress, said the designer of the piece, and threw it to a mannequin’s lap who was sitting down nearby.
“Marty, when did you learn how to shop?” I joked. I noticed that most of the dresses she picked were actually decent compared to her usual Lady Gaga-like outfits that she gives me.
She glared at me and threw a white dress at Paige with an excited giggle. “Try this one on.”
It was rare to see Paige in her girly state, and when you see that she’s in it, you don’t do anything to stop it. You sit back and watch her, maybe document it. It’s always hard for Paige to admit that she likes something especially when it’s something that most people label as ‘girly.’ It’s sometimes upsetting that you only see this side of her at rare occasions, but maybe that’s the amazing part of it — you don’t see it everyday, so you try to pause that moment and remember every single detail.
Paige practically ran to the dressing room and closed the door quickly. When the lock clicked, that’s when Marty started hitting me. Hard.
“What?” I said, slapping away her hands.
She took her hands off me with a scowl. She spoke low, like she didn’t want Paige to hear her. “So are you guys back together?”
I rolled my eyes and sat down on a stool beside a mannequin who was wearing a red skater skirt, an army tank, and a denim jacket. I grimaced at the sight and shook my head. “We’re not, and we’ll never be together ever again.”
She gave a pout and sighed in frustration. “Why do you hate each other so much again?”
“It’s complicated.” I shrugged the topic off and exhaled slowly.
Marty showed an obvious look of disappointment and turned around, looking through the rack once more. A groan was heard from the dressing room and finally, there was a sound of a bolt unlocking and a door squeaking and out came Paige in a long white dress that clearly looked like it had a lot of layers under it due to the puffiness of the dress.
Both straps on either side connected behind her neck. The neckline reached her navel, and a thin black belt wrapped around below it. She turned around and showed off the backless dress with her pearly white skin shining. Her whole back showed just until where the slim belt appears, the bulging skirt going down up to her toes.
“It’s so puffy.” Paige said, looking down at the dress. “Marty, it’s beautiful, but I can’t even walk properly in this thing; it’s too puffy.”
Marty nodded and circled around Paige, examining the dress. “You’re right.” She ticked her tongue and hastily walked to a table near me and got a pair of scissors from a pencil holder.
Paige stepped back. “Marty, I know that I said it’s too puffy, but you don’t have to destroy it, it’s beautiful and-“
She didn’t even let her finish her sentence and got it over with, horizontally cutting the dress right above Paige’s knees. She looked like she was wearing a tutu, layers of puffiness exposed and going upwards. It wasn’t fully projecting horizontally straight like the costumes of ballet dancers. Instead, it had the elegance of the numerous layers that made the skirt appear to be bubbly and puffy, but didn’t show any stiffness to it.
“Now, I know that you do your own hair and makeup perfectly when it comes to award shows, but I suggest you wear a bun and minimum makeup, although maybe-“
“Gold eye shadow.” Paige said automatically, pointing at Marty.
“I was going to say silver, but gold seems better.” She decided and turned around. “I love your girlfriend.”
“Ex.” Paige corrected.
“Really?” I raised an eyebrow.
“It’s true.” Paige extended her hands. “Why do you always have to get mad whenever I correct these things even if it’s the truth?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not mad.”
“Yeah?” She tilted her head to the side, looking at me. “You just don’t want to accept the fact that we’re not together anymore.”
I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself. “Never mind, come on, the dress is already paid for.”
“You paid without asking if I wanted to pay.” Paige gave me a look, planting a hand on her hip. “You’re not the only one in this world who makes money, Harry.”
I exhaled slowly and stood up, nodding at Marty in signal for her to give us a moment. She hurriedly walked back to the staff room, closing the door softly behind her.
“Paige, relax.” I said softly, putting my hands on her shoulders. Despite the fact that I still have a loathing for Paige with all my being, I knew that the reason why she was acting so snappy all of the sudden was because of the realization that she’s presenting an award later on. It happens every time she has to go up the stage and I knew exactly what to do. “Through your nose and out your mouth, come on.”
She closed her eyes and breathed slowly, her shoulders going up and falling down. I smiled at the sight and stepped closer. “Now, I want you to take off that dress, put on your clothes, and we’ll grab a pizza before heading out to the hotel.”
“Pizza’s just going to make me fatter and my face oiler and it will go straight down the thighs and hips and I –“
“Paige,” I cut her off, shaking her a little bit. “Go get dressed.”
She swallowed hard and nodded, finally obeying my orders. I watched her walk back to the dressing room with her tutu-like dress swaying with her hips.
Marty came back a few moments after with her green reading glasses pushed up at her hairline looking more like a headband than a pair of glasses. “What happened?”
“Here,” I handed out a check to her which she gradually accepted, her lips forming into a smile.
“I’m guessing you won your little fight.” She tilted her head as she kept the check neatly into a wallet.
“Yup,” I popped the p and looked around the shop, noticing the little cobwebs at the corners of the ceiling. “You should really clean up this place.” There’s a pile of clothes almost everywhere on the floor for God’s sake.
“Not my store.” Marty raised her hands in surrender and pushed the rack of clothes back to where she had found them.
Paige came back the clothes she wore earlier and the white dress hanging on her left arm. “Thanks for this, Marty.”
Marty waved a hand with a smile, putting the dress in a shopping bag before handing it to me. “Don’t mention it, kid.”
Simon had ordered us that we go to the show together, and for some reason we all agreed on meeting up at Summer Breeze’s hotel room. It wasn’t like it was a huge hassle to all of us; we stayed at the same hotel, our room just a floor below theirs.
Getting ready for award shows was always enervating, and with five more people around, it was a huge mess: pizza boxes with leftover crusts were on the kitchen table, a few bottles of beer on the floor, the television on with what seemed to be a rerun of an episode of Friends, the couch was pushed against the room, and everything else was just out of place.
James was sitting on the kitchen counter pouring a drink to Niall’s mouth whose eyes were covered by what seemed to be my own bandana. Dylan was dozing off on the coffee table in front of the television set with an apple in his mouth and drawings all over his skin. A shirtless Tim and Liam were wrestling each other on the couch, growling and murmuring a few curse words. Nate was hanging upside down with the help of Zayn who was texting on his phone.
Paige came out of the bathroom with a tank top and a pair of shorts with a scowl on her face. She walked to the television set and turned it off, looking at everyone with a displeased look. “We have to leave in an hour, dress up and fix this.”
For a moment, it looked like a movie was taking place in front of me: a song playing in the background and a montage of the group fixing up the place. Although, it wasn’t a montage and Nate played a song on his phone and connected it to the speakers. It was a little bit terrifying that Paige can order these people to do something and they would follow her in a heartbeat. She sat beside me on the couch and we both watched them fix the room hurriedly.
“You’re just going to sit there and not help?” Louis looked at the two of us as he tried to wake up Dylan.
“We didn’t contribute to that mess, lad.” I laughed.
Dylan finally woke up, yawning loudly and stretching his arms out, accidentally punching Louis’s crotch. “Shit,” he turned to his left to see Louis on the floor, his eyes tearing up.
“Fucking shit.” Louis shouted, rolling on the floor with his hands on his pants.
The song continued to play in the background as we watched them tidy up the room, getting brooms for the pieces of paper on the floor and rags for the spilled beer.
“I’m not too hard on them, right?” Paige whispered to me.
I shook my head. “They need someone like you to keep them grounded.”
Paige scoffed. “They hate me.”
“They don’t.” I chuckled. “Go get dressed, I’ll keep an eye on them.”
She looked at me and I held her gaze, giving her a look of assurance. She sighed and stood up, going to the corridor of rooms.
To my surprise, it wasn’t that hard to get everyone to finish cleaning the mess. In a matter of minutes, everything was back to how it looked like and soon enough, everyone was going to their respective rooms to get ready. I went down to our own room to get dressed with Niall as the other boys decided to get dressed at Summer Breeze’s apartment instead.
“Where did you and Paige go?” Niall asked as we entered the elevator.
“She got a dress for tonight.” I said. “You know how she is, forgetting the important things.”
Niall nodded. “Did you guys, like, fix your problem with each other already?”
I shook my head. “We had a little argument, in fact.”
“What a surprise.” He said sarcastically. We stepped out of the elevator, walking down the hallway and into our room. “You guys have to stop bickering.”
“We hate each other.” I said simply, kicking the door closed.
“How are you guys going to stand each other during the tour, then?” Niall raised an eyebrow, entering the bathroom in my own room. I heard the water start.
“I don’t know.” I said, looking through my clothes in the closet, getting a pair of black jeans. “I guess we’ll find out.”
“You better find out quickly, lad.” He said loudly through the running water. “If you two keep arguing, I swear to Liam’s arse that I will throw you off the bus.”
“Not if I throw you off first for finishing the food.” I shouted. I peeled off my jeans and changed into the ones I brought out. I took off my shirt and threw it to the side where a bunch of other clothes stayed.
The water stopped. “When are you going to tell us why you guys hate each other?”
I sighed and sat on the bed, beside the shirt prepared by Lou for me to wear. “She doesn’t want me to tell anyone, and I don’t like to think about it.”
Niall opened the bathroom door, water dripping from his hair down his face and to his chest. A white towel was wrapped around his waist and a toothbrush was in his mouth. “You going to take a bath?”
I shook my head. “Unlike you, I actually take a bath in the morning.”
He rolled his eyes. “Anyway, I think both of you just need accept whatever happened before.”
“It’s not that easy.” I said. “I mean, it’s hard to have conversations with her.”
Niall shrugged and left the room, closing the door behind him. I exhaled slowly and took the black Rolling Stones t-shirt beside me, putting it on. My locks fell on my forehead and I frowned in irritation, blowing air upwards in attempt to make them go away.
I stood up and grabbed my phone from my table, putting it in my pocket along with the painted bottle cap I always bring. I got my pair of shades, hung them on the hem of my shirt, and left the room, entering the living room where Niall sat waiting for me. He stood up, dressed in a simple plain white t-shirt and jeans.
We went back up to Summer Breeze’s room and everyone was almost finished dressing up. Paige was sitting on the kitchen counter talking Louis as she fixed her hair, pinning a few loose strands back. It was braided at the back of her head going up to the top and into a bun.
“Is everybody ready?” Liam asked,
We all shouted our own yes and started leaving the apartment; me being the last to leave and closing the door shut. We went down the elevators separately: Liam, James, Tim, Zayn, and Nate went in one elevator, and Louis, Dylan, Niall, Paige, and I went to the one beside theirs.
It was silent. Niall was texting on his phone; Dylan was fixing his hair on the elevator’s reflective walls; Paige was still trying to fix her hair; and Louis was folding the sleeves of his denim jacket up to his elbows.
The elevator chimed signaling that we were on the ground floor and I stepped out immediately, looking for the other group. They came before us a few seconds in advanced, Liam already stepping out of the lobby.
I trailed behind as everyone walked to the entrance, feeling nervousness and excitement mix with each other in my stomach.
I looked up from my feet and saw Paige standing a few feet before me. She had a confused look and waited until I was beside her before continuing to walk.
“Are you thrilled?” She grinned.
I chuckled and nodded. “Yeah,” we left the hotel and were welcomed once again by camera flashes and shouts. “Come on,” I said to Paige, putting my hand behind her back and making her go before me. We went through the crowd together and finally entered the large car.
The vehicle moved the moment I closed the door.
“VMAs, here we come!”
Notes
OH MY GOODNESS HI GUYS IM SO SORRY FOR UPDATING ONLY NOW SCHOOL IS SUCH A BITCH AND I FEEL SO BAD BECAUSE ITS BEEN SO LONG AND THIS IS A CRAP CHAPTER BUT IM WRITING THE NEXT ONE ALREADY SINCE WE ARENT DOING ANYTHING FOR THE NEXT WEEK IN SCHOOL HAHAHA
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