"Ariana!" My body is shaken with a tight grip on my arms.
"Ariana!" Something cold hits my face, running to my neck and chest.
"ARIANA!!!" A voice shouts at my ear.
Thank you, anonymous human alarm clock, for making my head pound more.
I open my eyes, shaking my head. How much did I drink last night?
"Fuck off Shane," I push her away from my bed and stuff my face into my feather pillow.
"You're late for your meeting!" A pillow is thrown on my body.
"Shit!" I jump from the bed and tumble over. "Why is my body hurting so much?" I frown at Shane.
"You danced too much last night,"
"Why is my head bounding like crazy?"
"You drank too much last night. Now enough questions, you have 10 minutes to get ready!" She drags me to my bathroom by my arm and close the door after pushing me into the bathroom.
I sigh and walk to the mirror. God, I look terrible. My mascara is smudged all over my face, I look like the joker from batman. And my hair looks like a hobo's hair. Oh dear God, I stink too. I'm in serious need of a shower.
I open the curtain of the shower and open the taps, adjusting the temperature to how I like it.
After feeling satisfied, I strip myself and jump into the shower.
There's no time for relaxing in the warm water hitting my body, so I grab my shampoo and squirt some on my hair. Whilst scrubbing the shampoo into my scalp, I wash my body with a block of Dove soap. I stand under the water, letting the warmth run over my head to rinse the shampoo. As I wait, I grab the conditioner bottle and step away from the water as soon as most of the shampoo is gone. I put the conditioner on my roots and sit on the tiles of the shower, grabbing my veet. I put the veet on my legs and stand back up, rinsing the conditioner. After the conditioner is rinsed off, I wash off my veet and turn off the shower water. I reach for my towel and dry my legs and arms, then wrap the towel around my body.

I sit down in front of my makeup table in my bathroom and blow dry my hair to medium dry, knowing that I don't have time to make it all 'perfect'. I grab my makeup box and take the cover off, reaching for my mascara and eyeliner. I don't wear base and other makeup supplies, unless I have to for a concert or show. I draw a thin line of eyeliner on both of my bottom lids and open the mascara top, then flutter my eye lashes on the little stick. I get up from the chair, feeling satisfied with my small waves in my loose hair and light make up. I make my way to my closet in a jog, knowing it would only be a matter of seconds before Shane comes running into the room scolding me.

I grab a loose light, cream dress that comes just above with knees with a thin light brown belt that wraps around my waist. I let the towel around my body wall to the floor and unzip the dress, the step into it as I pull it onto my body.
"Ariana I swear to God- you look nice," she eyes me.
I laugh at her comment and signal for her to come closer. "Help me zip it up," I turn my back to her.
She zips it up and help me put the belt on, then she reaches for my light brown pumps and put it down in front of me. "Hurry up," she sighs.
I step into the shoes, grab my light brown handbag that's standing on the floor and walk back to my bedroom. I throw my ipod, wallet, lipgloss and phone into my handbag then make my way to the kitchen.




"There's no time for breakfast," Shane scolds me as she pulls me out of the kitchen.
"I'm hungry!" I whine.
"I have breakfast waiting for you in the car. Go now," she shoves me out of the apartment with her and turn around to lock the door.



"So you'll have to do the shoot," John-my manager- shrugs.
"When?" I sigh. I have to do a photoshoot with One Direction for publicity. Management also wants to arrange a fake relationship between me and one of the boys, but I know that won't end well, seeing that Harry and Niall are the only single ones in the group. Niall, I don't mind at all. But if I'm stuck with Harry, I might as well shoot myself.
"Well we'll let you know about that," John shrugs, getting up from his chair.
I stand up and walk to the door with Shane following me. "Thanks, John," I shout before leaving the room.



"What's the plans for the day?" Shane asks me as soon as we reach the elevator.
I shrug. "Honestly, I just feel like sleeping,"

Notes

so here's the chapter :)
I know it's short, but it's just a filler because what's going to happen next needs to be in one chapter. I hope you like it anyway.

please read my other stories
1. Bought By A Celebrity (Harry)
2. Leave Your Lover (Louis & Liam)
3. He Tells A Story (Niall)

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then I'd like to thank the lovely "ray_of_sunshine" for my beautiful cover image :3 you're amazing