Cassidy POV

"Cassidy!" I heard yelled through the suite as I exited the shower.
Stifling my giggles I grabbed my tank-top I had left on the bed. Just after I pulled it over my head Zayn came barging into the room. His face was rather enraged and when he lowered his hands I saw why. His normally dark hair had turned an atrocious shade of orange. It looked like a bad Halloween dye job. I had totally forgotten about the subtle switches I had made while the boys were out the other day.
"Do you know how this happened?" He asked.
I shook my head trying the hardest not to smile. Zayn cocked his eyebrows.
"Are you sure?"
Under his stern gaze I could feel a smile emerge slightly. Zayn narrowed his eyes.
"This isn't nice." He said sternly.
"I can fix it." I said quickly.
Zayn nodded his head.
"Sure." He said as if he didn't really want to leave his hair orange but he didn't really want me fixing it.

"I used to do my sister's all the time." I argued and pushed him into a chair. "Sit." I ordered.
Heading to the bathroom I pulled out several boxes of dye. The color turned out bad enough it was going to take a lot of mixing to make it look decent. I grabbed the ceramic bowl and headed back to where Zayn was.

15 minutes later Michael's voice broke through the suite. I quickly removed my hand so I didn't get the dye on Zayn's forehead.
"Guys come see this."
Zayn and I followed each other out of the room. Michael raised his eyes at the foil in Zayn's hair but he declined to comment. We settled down on either side of Michael and stared at the computer screen he had set up. It was a video from an entertainment site.

"Out of Control and not so Mysterious for these Usually Reserved Band Members," read the headline.
Michael clicked play and a woman's voice filled the screen.
"In Celebrity news today we have two teen stars finally breaking out of their shells. Zayn Malik of One Direction and Cassidy Wayland of Red Coats were spotted bar hoping last night. While the rest of their companions rested at a club in the main district these two decided to find their own fun. The two caught attention during their antics at a local park. Both were rather intoxicated."

The video changed to an amateur video of a park. The sprinklers were going and the streetlights reflected off of the water. Two dark figures twirled in the sprinklers not minding that they were getting wet.
"Zayn I can fly!" One of the figures exclaimed.
Zayn looked over and caught my eye.
"It's you." He mouthed.
I could feel my cheeks heating up.
"Second star to the night and straight on till morning!" A masculine voice crowed.
I cocked one eyebrow at Zayn and gave him the 'really' face.
"Touche." He mouthed.

The rest of the video passed by in a blur. Zayn and I were too pre-occupied with being embarrassed.
"So you guys really made a mess of yourselves last night." Michael commented.
"Come on Michael you could have come and they you could have yelled 'Faith, Trust and Pixie Dust.'" I teased grabbing his cheeks.
Michael scooted back into the couch.
"What have you two been drinking?" He asked.
"Nothing." Zayn and I said at the same time.
Michael rolled his eyes and went back to the computer screen.

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"There." I exclaimed and turned Zayn to the mirror.
He tilted his head slightly examining my dye job.
"It's still orange." He commented.
I crossed my arms over my chest behind him.
"It's blonde and only in the front."
Zayn stood up and placed his hands on my arms.
"I'm teasing, it's fine." He commented. "Even though I'm pretty sure you are why it was orange in the first place."
I shrugged my shoulders and gave him a slight smile. I wasn't completely comfortable about how Zayn was looking at me. His hazel eyes stared at me warmly transfixed on my face. I fidgeted slightly under his gaze. Zayn's hand pulled me slightly closer to him as he wrapped his arms around me.
"Thank you." he murmured into my hair.
I pulled back slightly and looked up at him.
"It was nothing." I commented.
A slight smile tugged at Zayn's lips. His nose brushed mine slightly as he turned towards me reminding me of how close we were. His eyes made contact with mine and I was transfixed. Through his eyes as cheesy as it sounds I could see him.
"Can I kiss you?" Zayn whispered.

I wasn't quite sure how to answer him. My mind was a confused jumble that I couldn't make sense of. Not sure what to do I said the first thing on my mind.
"So second star to the right huh?" I asked.
A flash of confusion crossed Zayn's eyes. He pulled away slightly. I bit my lip mentally cursing my mind for giving me the wrong words. Zayn just shook his head slight.
"And straight on till morning." He said with a chuckle.

Notes

So yeah I don't know I just couldn't get Cassidy and Zayn to kiss it isn't in her character yet :P but yeah she's a really good mood killer huh?
So yeah let us know what you think :) not quite sure who's updating next.
-Cassidy