D is for Dogs. (One Direction Fanfic)

Is it all for the Media?

HIYA! So I'm a bit sick at the moment and writing this clutching my stomach, but I need to do something so I figured I'd just update. I feel nice today so hope you enjoy! 

Agexx

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Leda's POV

I decided to stay at Dylan's that night because not only did I want to catch up and see how she's been, but I wanted to get away from Louis at least for right now anyways. Dylan and I were now getting ready to head for some new club called 'FUSION', I obviously agreed to go because why not? I needed a night to chill out and have a shitload of fun anyway so why the hell not? 

 I frowned at the dress Dylan picked for me, a tiny white strapless, it looked as if the top were a corset that flowed out at the end. Dylan started pleading, stating my legs would look miles long and my show off my thin waist.

I obliged and went into the bathroom putting it on carefully. Lord please do not let anyone see my ass tonight, please.. I begged as I looked at myself in the mirror, it stopped at my thighs and if I bent over even a smidgen you would see my entire ass. 

Well my goal tonight is to not drop anything, especially the soap, I joked to myself giggling but also having a serious meaning towards the comment. I put my hair up in a wavy waterfall ponytail and walked out of the bathroom to get accessories.

"HOLY SHIT!" Dylan screamed, I spun around and dropped to the floor expecting an axe murderer, "IT WASN'T ME I SWEAR!" I shouted back as a precaution. Dylan rolled her eyes, snorted and lifted me on my feet, "Oh Leda calm down I was referring to you!" 

Me? OHMERGERD WAS THEIR A BOMB ON ME! I started to panic immediately, "GET IT OFF! I DON'T WANNA DIE I'M TOO YOUNG! NO! OH LORD WHAT DID I DO? WAS IT BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT SOMEONE TO SEE MY ASS! I'M SORRY I WILL! I'LL SHOW IT I SWEAR!" Dylan covered my mouth and laughed hysterically, I was about to blow us up and she was laughing? Whaa?

"WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING? I'M GOING TO BLOW UP! WE'RE GOING TO DIE!" She stopped laughing and looked at me questioningly, "What are you talking about?" 

"You yelled Holy Shit, so I just thought I had a bomb on me or something.." I said quietly, now that I said it aloud it sounded quite stupid. She guffawed and tried to calm herself down, "I meant 'Holy Shit' as in Daaaaamn girl you look good! Not that you had a bomb on you, why in the world would a bomb mysteriously appear on you?" I shrugged, happens.. okay maybe not but you never know. Well you might know, but that isn't my point! 

I walked to her room where she laid out options for me, I chose white gloves, silver shoes, diamond shaped earrings, two rather gaudy rings, a thin wiry necklace and shiny makeup. If Im going clubbing might as well look fantastically like a hoe bag. Note sarcasm here. 

I walked out and saw Dylan in a plain skimpy black dress that had slits down the sides of her waist showing patches of skin, it stopped at her thighs like mine. She wore simple heels and only two rings that were small but noticeable. I smiled at her, "We look amazing!" I spoke in a sing song voice gleaming at her. She nodded in agreement and we walked to her car.

"Okay ground rules, don't worry there's only two so stop pouting, rule one; Don't leave with a guy without telling each other, rule two; Don't have sex in a bathroom stall," I looked at her as if she was crazy, sex in a stall. Can I say three words? Oh well I'm going to anyway,  OH HELL NAH. There.

I raised my eyebrows at her for her last part as she spit out defensively, "It happens.."

"And you would know how?"