Always a Sheeran

Opening

"I have nothing to wear!" I fake cried falling onto the sofa with the boys who were ready

"Your so dramatic." My big brother rolled his eyes at me

"Of course I am. That's what I get paid for." I winked

"I'll help you, if you want." Zayn offered

"Please." I nodded walking to my room

"So what kind of look do you want to go for?" he asked

"Cute yet edgy and elegant." I stated

He looked at me with a smile then sifted through my clothes.

Bringing out two options.

"That one!" I pointed to the dark green dress with a studded collar

"Try it on." he smiled and left the room

I slipped into the perfectly fitting dress

I nodded at myself in the mirror, adding black heels with spikes and some accessories I was ready.

Spraying perfume and hair spray, my look was complete

Smiling, I re-entered the living area

Zayn gave me an approving smile.

"Thanks." I whispered as we were getting into sleek black cars

"No problem, it looks really good on you." he smiled as we got into a car

"Where's Ed?" I asked Liam

"In the other car." he smiled

I nodded as the car was driving for about thirty minutes.

"Ready for this?" Liam asked me as he opened the door

I nodded,as he got out first then held a hand out for me.

I smiled great-fully at him, getting out of the car.

Making sure not to flash my underwear I joined Liam in the sea of paparazzi, finally Zayn joined us and we pushed through them.

"Liam, Liam! Is this your new girlfriend?" someone yelled

"No, we're friends." he stated

When we got to the door we waited on Ed, Harry and Louis.

"What happened to you guys?" I asked

"Traffic." Louis shrugged as we entered

Harry and I were the last ones through the door

"Fags!" someone yelled at Harry

"What?" he turned round

"Leave it." I said taking his arm an pulling him inside the building

"Maddy, let me go." he demanded

I dropped his arm as he pulled me into a small room.

"Why did you pull me in like that?" he whisper-yelled

"Because you would have started something, like you are now." I sighed

"He can't just call me that and get away with it." He growled

"Of course he can't, your the great and wonderful Harry Styles." I rolled my eyes

"You wouldn't understand." he scoffed

"What?" my head shot up

"I said you wouldn't understand how it feels."

"Of course I don't!" I snapped, yelling "Oh, poor little Harry got called a fag. Call the bloody police."