Use Somebody
The Beginning of Things
Cassie's POV:
“Thanks, Barry. See you in two weeks!” I thanked my chauffeur and friend when he dropped me off outside Demi's gorgeous loft-apartment in Manhattan. I looked up the tall building and stepped inside where my suitcases were with the doorman already.
“Hello, mam, my name is Henry, if you would be so kind and follow me?” he said in a serious tone. I smiled at him politely and followed to the elevator. Sighing softly, I leant against the cool wall. I couldn't wait to finally get under a hot shower, having been on a plane for the past 9 hours, and being than exhausted. Too bad there were not really direct flights from Iceland. But the trouble was worth it. I smiled to myself when I thought of what would be waiting for me back in Iceland. Dark curls, a nice jawline, and those abs...
The ding of the elevator brought me back to reality and before I could even step out of the cabin, a mess of rings, necklaces and blonde and pink hair had me embraced in a bone-crushing hug.
“You're finally here! Gosh, I was so waiting for this!” one of my best friends said while we pulled apart. I beamed at Demi and laughed light-heartedly.
“Thanks again, Demi, I really appreciate you letting me stay with you. I couldn't stand another night alone at a hotel. We're gonna have an awesome time!” I said while the girls walked over to a comfortable looking couch, all in grey and white. We let ourselves fall onto it and I let out a deep sigh.
“You tired?” Demi asked a bit surprised. “I was hoping you would wanna go out tonight. There's this new restaurant down at Soho, and it's rumoured to be off the hook!” my friend bubbled with enthusiasm today.
“Well, when do you wanna go? I'm quite tired, but give me 2 hours for a power-nap and I'm in!” I replied. Demi checked a huge watch on the brick wall behind me.
“Yeah, two hours should do it. But you're gonna be in trouble if you're not absolutely motivated by then!” she jokingly held up my index finger as if to scold me. Both girls laughed and after hugging, they got up and Demi showed me the room I would be staying in. While we went down the hallway, I admired Demi's taste in style and the many bedrooms there were.
“Demi, why do you have so many bedrooms?” I asked a bit surprised.
“Oh, you know: family, friends. I don't like to be alone here,” she winked and stopped at the end of the hallway to show me into a huge bedroom. There were glass walls on both sides, and the whole room was decorated a dark shade of blue with wooden elements. To the right, I could make out a bathroom, which was just as beautiful, with a huge tub and a door to the room next to mine.
“Wow, Demi, it's beautiful! You have such great taste!” I was in awe.
“You should thank my decorator, not me. But hey, we'll take later: nap time!” she said and closed the door behind me. I smiled and let myself fall into the huge white bed standing in the middle of the room. As soon as my head hit my pillow, I was fast asleep.
My alarm rang a good 1,5 hours later and I got up to get ready. Peeling myself out of the jeans, grey shirt and brown sweater I was wearing, I put on some black tights and a new dress I bought at a small boutique in Mallorca a few weeks back. The skirt was black, whereas the top was beige in the front and green in the back. It didn't show much cleavage, so I put on my favourite star necklace and some other jewellery. Putting a big, black and silver belt around my waistline, I looked at myself in the huge antique mirror next to the door. Yep, I looked good. Continuing on to the bathroom, I put on dark makeup and nude lipstick. My hair fell down in natural curls and I decided to put it loosely up, with some strands falling down the sides of my face. Grabbing killer heels and a leather jacket from one of my suitcases, I exited my room to go find Demi.
“No, I'm sure she'll be fine with it. I can't wait to see you,” I heard my blonde friend talking on the phone in the living room. I looked over when I entered and showed her an approving thumb for her outfit. “Gotta go, see you tomorrow. Yeah, you too. Bye-bye,” she said and hung up.
“Who was that?” I asked teasingly, noticing how Demi's voice had become even sweeter when on the phone. The singer fiddled with her fingers a moment before she looked up, a huge grin on her face.
“Surprise. I'll be having some friends over the next days as well. Hope you don't mind,” she added.
“Hey, it's your casa. And seeing it's that big, I don't really mind. Besides, I'll be at the studio most of the time,” I said while rummaging through my friend's fridge in the nearby open kitchen. I found a bottle of champagne and got it out. “There you are, old friend,” I grinned and started to open it. “You don't mind, do you?” I quickly asked Demi who was watching me with amusement.
“Not at all. I always liked sharing, so feel at home. Only, I won't really drink much tonight,” she added.
“I know, and I'm fine with it. As long as you don't mind me drinking?” I answered. Demi was careful since her rehab, and I was respecting that.
“Absolutely not. You're such a funny drunk,” she grinned.
I poured two glasses and brought them over to the couch Demi was sitting on. “To our friendship. And a hell of a night!” I toasted and we drank.
Next morning:
I awoke to the worst headache of my life. I moved around in what I hoped would be my own bed only to notice I was still in my outfit from yesterday, even the heels. Groaning loudly, I stretched out only to find my stomach wasn't doing so well either. Stupid alcohol. What happened last night? Blurry images washed over my mind. First, dinner at a really nice restaurant. Then, some club where we met some good friends. Then, we continued on to some other club, followed by paparazzi. I remembered dancing my ass off on the dancefloor and getting hit on by some guys. I rejected them by saying I was on a girl's night out, when really, I was still too heartbroken to even make out with a random dude. Instead, I chose the alcohol. And that guy was an asshole, cause I suffered today.
Suddenly, I heard the door to my bedroom open and male voices arguing. “Lads, this is so wrong! You're invading her privacy!” a deep voice whispered, dismay openly noticeable. I found the familiarity of their accents re-assuring.
“Oh, shut up, I just wanna get a quick glimpse. I wanted to meet my for ages,” a playful, slightly higher voice answered. I heard them come over to my bed and it moved slightly when they sat down upon it. I heard them gasp.
“She looks horrible,” a third voice finally said, this one deeper and slower than the ones before. “Demi wasn't joking about that partying last night.”
“I still call dibs,” the playful one answered.
“No way, you're just recently single!” deep and slow complained, getting louder.
“Shh! You're gonna wake her up, you two!” Mr Concerned came in. That was enough. I opened my eyes with a jolt to see three young man sitting at the edge of my bed, staring at me.My eyes had to adjust a moment, before I recognised them.
“Oh, fuck me, hold tight! No way!” I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head. Three of the guys from One Direction were in my bedroom, and suddenly, I knew who Demi must've invited. I was gonna kill her!
“Thanks, Barry. See you in two weeks!” I thanked my chauffeur and friend when he dropped me off outside Demi's gorgeous loft-apartment in Manhattan. I looked up the tall building and stepped inside where my suitcases were with the doorman already.
“Hello, mam, my name is Henry, if you would be so kind and follow me?” he said in a serious tone. I smiled at him politely and followed to the elevator. Sighing softly, I leant against the cool wall. I couldn't wait to finally get under a hot shower, having been on a plane for the past 9 hours, and being than exhausted. Too bad there were not really direct flights from Iceland. But the trouble was worth it. I smiled to myself when I thought of what would be waiting for me back in Iceland. Dark curls, a nice jawline, and those abs...
The ding of the elevator brought me back to reality and before I could even step out of the cabin, a mess of rings, necklaces and blonde and pink hair had me embraced in a bone-crushing hug.
“You're finally here! Gosh, I was so waiting for this!” one of my best friends said while we pulled apart. I beamed at Demi and laughed light-heartedly.
“Thanks again, Demi, I really appreciate you letting me stay with you. I couldn't stand another night alone at a hotel. We're gonna have an awesome time!” I said while the girls walked over to a comfortable looking couch, all in grey and white. We let ourselves fall onto it and I let out a deep sigh.
“You tired?” Demi asked a bit surprised. “I was hoping you would wanna go out tonight. There's this new restaurant down at Soho, and it's rumoured to be off the hook!” my friend bubbled with enthusiasm today.
“Well, when do you wanna go? I'm quite tired, but give me 2 hours for a power-nap and I'm in!” I replied. Demi checked a huge watch on the brick wall behind me.
“Yeah, two hours should do it. But you're gonna be in trouble if you're not absolutely motivated by then!” she jokingly held up my index finger as if to scold me. Both girls laughed and after hugging, they got up and Demi showed me the room I would be staying in. While we went down the hallway, I admired Demi's taste in style and the many bedrooms there were.
“Demi, why do you have so many bedrooms?” I asked a bit surprised.
“Oh, you know: family, friends. I don't like to be alone here,” she winked and stopped at the end of the hallway to show me into a huge bedroom. There were glass walls on both sides, and the whole room was decorated a dark shade of blue with wooden elements. To the right, I could make out a bathroom, which was just as beautiful, with a huge tub and a door to the room next to mine.
“Wow, Demi, it's beautiful! You have such great taste!” I was in awe.
“You should thank my decorator, not me. But hey, we'll take later: nap time!” she said and closed the door behind me. I smiled and let myself fall into the huge white bed standing in the middle of the room. As soon as my head hit my pillow, I was fast asleep.
My alarm rang a good 1,5 hours later and I got up to get ready. Peeling myself out of the jeans, grey shirt and brown sweater I was wearing, I put on some black tights and a new dress I bought at a small boutique in Mallorca a few weeks back. The skirt was black, whereas the top was beige in the front and green in the back. It didn't show much cleavage, so I put on my favourite star necklace and some other jewellery. Putting a big, black and silver belt around my waistline, I looked at myself in the huge antique mirror next to the door. Yep, I looked good. Continuing on to the bathroom, I put on dark makeup and nude lipstick. My hair fell down in natural curls and I decided to put it loosely up, with some strands falling down the sides of my face. Grabbing killer heels and a leather jacket from one of my suitcases, I exited my room to go find Demi.
“No, I'm sure she'll be fine with it. I can't wait to see you,” I heard my blonde friend talking on the phone in the living room. I looked over when I entered and showed her an approving thumb for her outfit. “Gotta go, see you tomorrow. Yeah, you too. Bye-bye,” she said and hung up.
“Who was that?” I asked teasingly, noticing how Demi's voice had become even sweeter when on the phone. The singer fiddled with her fingers a moment before she looked up, a huge grin on her face.
“Surprise. I'll be having some friends over the next days as well. Hope you don't mind,” she added.
“Hey, it's your casa. And seeing it's that big, I don't really mind. Besides, I'll be at the studio most of the time,” I said while rummaging through my friend's fridge in the nearby open kitchen. I found a bottle of champagne and got it out. “There you are, old friend,” I grinned and started to open it. “You don't mind, do you?” I quickly asked Demi who was watching me with amusement.
“Not at all. I always liked sharing, so feel at home. Only, I won't really drink much tonight,” she added.
“I know, and I'm fine with it. As long as you don't mind me drinking?” I answered. Demi was careful since her rehab, and I was respecting that.
“Absolutely not. You're such a funny drunk,” she grinned.
I poured two glasses and brought them over to the couch Demi was sitting on. “To our friendship. And a hell of a night!” I toasted and we drank.
Next morning:
I awoke to the worst headache of my life. I moved around in what I hoped would be my own bed only to notice I was still in my outfit from yesterday, even the heels. Groaning loudly, I stretched out only to find my stomach wasn't doing so well either. Stupid alcohol. What happened last night? Blurry images washed over my mind. First, dinner at a really nice restaurant. Then, some club where we met some good friends. Then, we continued on to some other club, followed by paparazzi. I remembered dancing my ass off on the dancefloor and getting hit on by some guys. I rejected them by saying I was on a girl's night out, when really, I was still too heartbroken to even make out with a random dude. Instead, I chose the alcohol. And that guy was an asshole, cause I suffered today.
Suddenly, I heard the door to my bedroom open and male voices arguing. “Lads, this is so wrong! You're invading her privacy!” a deep voice whispered, dismay openly noticeable. I found the familiarity of their accents re-assuring.
“Oh, shut up, I just wanna get a quick glimpse. I wanted to meet my for ages,” a playful, slightly higher voice answered. I heard them come over to my bed and it moved slightly when they sat down upon it. I heard them gasp.
“She looks horrible,” a third voice finally said, this one deeper and slower than the ones before. “Demi wasn't joking about that partying last night.”
“I still call dibs,” the playful one answered.
“No way, you're just recently single!” deep and slow complained, getting louder.
“Shh! You're gonna wake her up, you two!” Mr Concerned came in. That was enough. I opened my eyes with a jolt to see three young man sitting at the edge of my bed, staring at me.My eyes had to adjust a moment, before I recognised them.
“Oh, fuck me, hold tight! No way!” I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head. Three of the guys from One Direction were in my bedroom, and suddenly, I knew who Demi must've invited. I was gonna kill her!
9/16/13