What the actual fuck.
I turned on my right to look Aven walking down the stairs of the stage looking at me.
"What the hell was that?" She was trying not to laugh her ass off.
"Dude I don't know, I was looking at him to plan a couple of outfits and he did this." I say laughing.
"He's mental." Aven says, still laughing about the situation.
"Does he do that a lot?" I ask.
"I've only been here for a month but no, never." She says seriously. "I think he was trying to impress you." She continues.
"For real?" I wonder.
"Yeah" she replies, "but I need to tell you about him. He's hinestly one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet. If he cares enough he'll do a lot of sacrifices. But that's only for friends and he only sees me that way because of Harry. Unless you start dating Liam or something, he will never see you that way. And I really don't wanna see him fuck you and then move on to his next target." She adds. She looks like she really cares.
"You're so sweet, Aven. Don't worry though, his charm is not gonna work on me. Espexially after that little monologue of yours." I say and she smiles.
"They're pretty good though." She says vaguely.
"What? Oh, the band. Yeah, they are. And I must say you and Harry look adorable together. He must really love you." I say.
"Yeah, we've never really said that to each other." She sais looking at the floor, blushing.
"But you said you're married." I say in confusion.
"It's complicated. Maybe sometime you, Nova and I can talk about this over some lunch."
"That would be great."
*8.30 PM*
We have an hour left until the gates and everyone's getting ready.
"RAF! WHERE ARE YOU? IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE IN FIVE-"
"I'm here, Sal." I say from behind me and he jumps.
"Do that again and you're fired, missy. What was I gonna say? Yeah. The dressing rooms are right over there, you already know that tou only dress the 3, not Styles. Make them look like the classic punk boy band they are but make it seem effortless. Questions?" He says in a rush.
"No, I'm good." I say back.
"Perfect." He says while walking away frim me.
What a strange little man.
I get backstage and find my way to the dressing rooms. I skip the first door that has H.S. writen on it on a small chalkboard and I go straight to the second one.
L.P. Cool, now I gotta introduce myself.
I put on my biggest of smiles and head into the small room after I knock 2 times.
"Hey! I'm Raf, I'm gonna be your new stylist!" I say and not gonna lie, I'm kind of nervous.
"Hello there. What do you have in mind for today, Raf?" He doesn't even introduce himself. Are they THAT famous?
"Well I can see that we have similar undertones so maybe a nice red shirt with a black bomber jacket on top. And maybe some black jeans?" I say trying to do a good job.
"Sounds good to me. I have like 4 red shirts here, which one do you think would fit the best?"
"This one looks a little tighter so if you don't have a problem with comfort, I think your fans will love it." I say while smiling to boost his comfidence maybe.
"Aleight, thanks. You're so much nicer than the previous one. All she could do was scream at me for throwing water bottles on Louis. LIAM WHAT DID I SAY? She was a nightnare." He says while laughing. Quite chatty I see. Not bad, not bad.
"Thank you Liam, I'm really glad you see it that way. I'm gonna go to the next one now but if you need anything just say so and I'll be right there." I say as I walk to the door.
"Gotcha." He says and then turns around to change clothes.
Okay. 1 down 2 to go.
I walk about 3 steps and come across the second dressing room. This one was Louis'.
I knock on the door and get inside. I spot Louis and then to my surprise, Nova.
"Oh hey girl! You about to dress him up? Should I leave?" She says as she gets off his lap. Cute.
"No, you can stay. I'm just gonna run past some ideas and see if Louis likes them. Then you can dress him up yourself." I say and she blushes. He looks at the ground while scratching his neck akwardly.
"Okay so" I continue, "I couldn't help but notice that your presence on the stage is pretty subtle. You catch the other person's eye without doing much and that my friend, is very interesting. So I was thinking ripped jeans with a chain hanging on the side and since you're so much different than the others we can bring some colour and put on a nice blue sweatshirt that will make your eyes look totally amazing." What do you think?
"Sounds cool. Let's do it." He says with a little smile in the end.
I call that a win.
I tell them goodbye and let them get back to where they were left of.
I take another 3 steps down the long hallway and I try to mentally prepare myself for what's about to happen.
I'm gonna be alone with the Irish prick.
I knock on the door and open it to get in the dressing room.
I walk in and the first thing I see is Niall in just his boxers. What have I done to deserve this? I don't remember killing someone.
"Oh my God!" I yell and turn around. "Why didn't you tell me not to come in here?" I shout.
"Well if it isn't for my own personal stylist." I hear him say. "I'm not ashamed of my body, baby". I can practically hear his smirk as this point.
I turn around again and decide that this is my job now and I need to defeat anything that tries to hinder me.
Oh dear Lord what am I gonna do about him?
I bring myseof back to logic and start talking. "I couldn't help but notice that you seem like quite the attention seeker on stage. You act like a frat boy and you will literally do anything for people to notice you. You wanna be diffrent. So I'm thinking we should embrace the whole frat boy thing and just run with it. The other ones are wearing either layers or long sleeves so for you, I think we should consider a black tank top. I have some safety pins to spice it up a little, make some holes maybe. You'll be wearing simple skinny jeans and a green bandana." I say in full confidence.
"Shit baby, you're hot when you're bossy." Is all he says.
"I know. Now tell me if you like my ideas or not so that I can continue my work." I say seriously but I can't stay focused when I see him walk closer to me.
"Did I tell you that I like ot when you get mad?" He says, getting even closer to me. Is he testing me?
"Keep being an ass and you'll like me a lot, then" I say, moving past him.
"Okay, I like your ideas." He says putting his hands in the air in surrender.
"Great, then". I smile. "I'll leave you get dressed and um good luck on the show." I say as I open the door behind me.
He doesn't say anything. Just smirks.
Well I hope his lips fall off because this is starting to get annoying as shit.
