She wasn't Kidding

Chapter 4

-Chloe's POV-

Why is it so hard to find peace in this place?! I think to myself

I was trying to read my sappy cliché novel and it was going good.

Until of course Katie decides to go all ninja DJ on my ass.

"Jesus fucking christ Katie! Is it too freaking much to ask for some peace and fucking quiet?!" I scream through the walls.

"Yes!" She replies and turns the volume up.

This bitch...

I stand up and walk over to her room and slam the door open.

Katie is at her mixing corner and her volume is on full blast. I stop over and unplug everything.

She turns around with an annoyed eyebrow raised. "Dude, what the fuck." She states, more as a sentence than a question.

"I just want some peace!" I yelled.

"But, it's my mixing time!"

"Dude," I stifled a laugh. "Your mixing time? Do you know how gay that sounds?"

She walked back to her equipment without responding, plugged everything in, and continued mixing.

"Urgh!!!" I yelled in frustration walking back to my room.

I decided on just playing piano, even though Katie is a stubborn bitch and is blasting music throughout the whole building.

"Hey, could you turn it up any louder?! I don't think. They heard that in New York!" I yelled.

I sighed and went back to my piano.

What to play...

What to play...

I started fingering the main keys of What Makes You Beautiful. What can I say? It's quite a catchy tune.

I gave up on trying to practice and looked at the clock.

4:00

Shit!

I stumbled out of my room and ran into Katie's room.

"Katie! We forgot about the club! We gotta get ready like, right now..." I said running back to my room.

I heard her shut off her music and a lot of stumbling.

I frantically searched through my closet.

I had lost hope in my clothing choices.

"Fuck you wordrobe." I mumbled sending a death glare to my closet.

I start walking over to Katie's room, going to ask her what she was going to wear, then an idea hit me.

I run back into my closet and open the new box of two dresses that my aunt sent me as an early Christmas present.

They both were the same metallic light purple. The first one was a plain sweetheart strapless top until about two inches under the belly button where it turned into three layered ruffles and ended about a foot above the knee. The second one was the same sweetheart top design, but stayed tight throughout the whole dress while having a scale texture in the metallic purple. It also ended a foot above the knee. Me and Katie were both skinny but I was a tiny bit more busted and curvy so we could both fit into these.

I choose the first one and slipped into it and ran into Katie's room and saw her in a red short dress.

"No no no. Wear this. Vicki has a dress Kinda like this so we can all color coordinate." I said throwing her the dress.

"But I like this one..." She pouted.

"Put the damn dress on." I said with a raised eyebrow.

She quickly stripped if her red dress and slid on the purple tight dress.

I smirked in satisfaction.

"Fine, you win. Now quit the smirking." She said and went over to do her hair.

She flat ironed hers, leaving it flawless while I brushed through my tangled curls, making them more wavy and put it in an elegant bun. We both did our makeup in the same metallic purple, but I chose bright red lipstick, while Katie chose a nude color.

Our three rooms upstairs are kind of really neat. As soon as you open the door of any of the three rooms, there is a balcony that looks over the kitchen and living room. Each room has its own staircase branching off the balcony and then connects into one big staircase midway.

Katie returns to her room to grab some jewelry while I put on a black elegant necklace with matching earrings and a bracelet.

I was putting on my prescription black glasses when I hear the door open then close. 'Probably Victoria' I thought to myself.

"Girls?" Victoria yells to us.

"Yea?" And "What?" Were our responses from our different rooms.

"You better not be naked because One Direction are in our house!" She yells calmly.

I go wide eyed and run down the stairs as fast as I can in my heels.

'If she is kidding, I swear to god-' My heel popped and left me running into Katie where the stairs join. We both fall and slide down the remaining steps our bodies uncomfortably tangled.

I end up stomach first on the ground with one heel in my hand, while my glass slide across the floor and stop at someone's foot. We look up and see THE Harry Styles picking up my glasses.

I stand up and look wide eyed at Katie.

"She wasn't kidding!" We mumble to each other and look back to the smirking face of Victoria Greene. And of corse, One Direction.