The Taste of Your Lipstick [ONE DIRECTION FAN-FICTION]

CHAPTER 5

BRIAN POV

                I was so fucking excited. Me and a huge group of my girlfriends were going to see One Direction. It’s gonna be fabulous. My name’s Brian, and I’m a Louis boy. That boy’s ass, holy crap. He makes me hot. I’m the only boy in my whole group of friends, so I get a lot of attention. It’s awesome. My life is awesome.

                So I was getting ready with my two friends, Annabel and Maria.

                “Brian what are you gonna wear?” Annabel asked. I was sitting on the edge of her bed while she and Maria stood in front of the mirror in their bras, holding up shirts to see which ones they liked best.

                “I’m gonna wear a one direction shirt, duh” I said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She giggled, then turned to Maria.

                “Well he’s got a point. We are going to their concert.” Maria said. I laughed. They went into their closet, and pulled out matching One Direction shirts. Of course they would.

                “You guys are ridiculous. Twins are supposed to be their own people!” I scream overdramatically, and fall back onto the bed. They laugh, and I stare at the ceiling.

                “Brian what are you doing?” one of them asks. When I’m not looking at them I can’t tell them apart.

                “Counting the ceiling tiles” I said.

                “But our ceiling isn’t tiled.” She says with a laugh.

                “Then I’m done” I sat up fast, making them giggle. I was wearing my jeans, and a pair of vans. I was shirtless. I walked over to the bathroom, and looked at myself in the mirror. I have a pretty nice body if I do say so myself. Maria came up behind me, hugging me from behind.

                “Watcha thinkin’ about hun?” she asked. I turned around and looked her right in the eyes.

                “Whether or not I should get a tattoo of a t-rex” she laughed, she loved it when I said random things.

                “Put your shirt on, we’re leaving in 5” she said, still giggling. I smiled to myself, and walked over to my overnight bag. I pulled out my shirt, and pulled it over my head. I grabbed my keys and my wallet, and walked out of their room and sat in their living room, waiting for their dad to give us a ride.

                We sat and chatted for a few minutes, and her father walked into the room.

                “Who’s ready to see One Direction?” he said. We all screamed, startling him. He laughed, and we walked out the door and got in his car. Maria popped the album in the CD player, and we all sang along, loudly of course, to the songs of Take Me Home.

                We drove up to the small yellow house, and their dad honked his horn. Melissa ran out, wearing the same shirt as the twins. I laughed, and she got in the car.

                “Hey guys, nice shirts” she said, her voice all bubbly and happy. She flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder, and talked to the girls about nails or periods or whatever the hell girls talk about.

                I zoned out and stared out the window. Wouldn’t it be awesome to meet the boys? And date Louis Tomlinson? He is so damn fine. That ass of his, holy Jesus I was starting to sweat just thinking about it. His face is so feminine but masculine at the same time. He looks like peter pan, and I’ve always had a thing for him.