The girl was young. Young and beautiful. She couldn’t have been more than nineteen years old. Her hair was short, in a pixie cut, and dyed a pale lavender color. She had dark green eyes that looked cool and calculating. She was tall, at least 5’8”. Her pale skin looked soft and perfect. She was wearing a BOTDF shirt under a 1D hoodie that was zipped up half-way, a pair of black skinny jeans, and black combat boots. One of her pale hands reached out for the coffee the cashier was handing her. She smiled at him softly and turned to leave after paying. She took less than ten steps, not even halfway to the door, when she bumped into a tall, black haired guy who had just stood up; spilling her hot coffee all over him.
“Oh my Niall! I’m so sorry!” She said quickly.
“Ahhh! That’s hot!” He cried. She quickly put the cup down and grabbed a few napkins and handed them to him.
“Here, I’m so sorry. I’m such a klutz.” She said, apologizing again.
“It’s alright.” He said, cleaning himself off as best he could. He was tall, even to her. And he wasn’t much older; about twenty-one perhaps. And she knew who he was instantly. There was a girl standing next to him. Waist length hair that was half blonde and half cheetah print framed her perfect face. She was wearing white contacts that had an eerie affect when paired with her porcelain complexion. She was about nineteen and was 5’5”. She was wearing a FIR tank-top, black skinny jeans, and red convers. She looked a bit like the guy. Maybe they were siblings. She took a shirt out of her back and handed it to the guy.
“Here.” She said. He took off the shirt he was wearing and put the new one on. The purple haired girl blushed like mad. The guy was skinny, and quite attractive. The fact that she knew who he is only made it worse. The other girl looked at her shirt. “You a fan?” She asked.
“Yeah.” The guy was none other than Jayy Von Monroe from BOTDF. “I’m really sorry for spilling coffee on you.” She says, turning to Jayy once more.
“It’s okay.” He said, looking her over. “Nice boobs by the way.” She turned bright red.
“Ignore the idiot.” The other girl says. “I’m Emma, by the way.”
“Katherine.” She picks up her now half-empty coffee and takes a sip, scalding her tongue but saying nothing. Emma reaches into her purse and pulls something out and hands it to Katherine.
“Here, tickets and backstage passes to the show tomorrow night.” She says.
“…thank you.” She says a bit awkwardly, putting them in her back pocket. Emma facepalms.
“Silly me. I should’ve asked if you had tickets already or if you wanted them.” She mutters.
“I didn’t have tickets.” Katherine says simply.
“Alright.” Emma smiles.
“Wanna come hang out with us and Dahvie? Or do you have somewhere to be?” Jayy asks.
“Oh, I don’t wanna intrude.” Katherine says quickly.
“You won’t be. It’ll be fun having another girl around.” Emma insists.
“Alright.” She says, giving in.
“Yay!” Emma and Jayy cry. They each grab one of her arms and run outside and get in a car, Emma and Katherine sitting in the back while Jayy drives.
“Ben and Danny from Asking Alexandria will be there too.” Emma tells her. Katherine nods. They quickly get to the house and Emma gets out, pulling Katherine into the house. Then she runs and jumps on Dahvie. Dahvie just looks at Katherine and gets Emma off him.
“What’s your name?” He asks, walking up to her.
“Katherine.” She says, smiling slightly.
“Pretty name.” He says, causing her to blush. Emma pouts. Ben hugs her from behind.
“Ello.” He says.
“Hey.” She says, turning to hug him back. Dahvie keeps flirting with Katherine, ignoring her. “I think I’m gonna go upstairs.” She says, and does just that. She comes back down a few minutes later wearing black booty shorts, a white lacey bra, and black combat boots, with a cigarette in her mouth. She storms out the door, gets on her motorcycle, and leaves.
“What’s her problem?” Dahvie asks.
“You were ignoring her.” Ben says simply.
“I always ignore her.”
“Yeah, but you were ignoring her to flirt with Katherine.”
“Again, that’s nothing new.” Ben sighs. Suddenly Katherine’s phone starts going off like crazy. She ignores it.
“You should answer that.” Jayy says.
“It’s just my ‘brothers’ being idiots. Asking where I am, if there’s food, if there are any hot girls. They’re idiots.” She says.
“How old are you?” Dahvie asks suddenly.
“Seventeen.” She says.
“When’s your birthday?”
“Next year, it was last week.”
“Damn…” Dahvie mutters. Her phone starts ringing and she answers it, suddenly talking with a British accent.
“Yes, I’m fine. I’m with some friends. Yes, I know. Quit worrying, I can take care of myself. Love you too. Bye.” She hangs up and groans in frustration.
“British?” Danny asks, suddenly interested in this new girl.
“Yeah.” She says, keeping the accent now that they found out.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Jayy asks.
“Didn’t feel like it.” Ben and Danny are grinning now. She sighs. “Well, you might as well know everything. My name is Katherine Tomlinson. I’m the younger sister of Louis Tomlinson, from One Direction.”
“…oh…” Is all the boys can think to say.
