My Aunty Is 1D's Stylist *Complete* [Editing]

Chapter 3| Friends?

Chapter 3| Friends?

Niall's P.O.V.

"Way to go, Louis!" I complained.

Louis was chasing me downs while shooting me with his nerf gun. Then this girl suddenly appeared out of know where and I kinda knocked her out cold.

"Hey! Is wasn't my fault. Your the one who ate my carrots and bumped into the poor girl." Louis shoot back.

"Enough!" Linda butted in, glaring at me and Louis to shut the hell up. Linda put her attention back to the girl.

Slowly the girl out her hand and pressed her nose which made her groan in pain. She sat up and looked around to see where she was. She scanned the boys quickly and soon she meet my eyes.

She had sandy-brown hair that goes around her breast and hazel eyes, hence where she probably got her name from. The girl had a few freckles on her nose and cheeks. She was utterly beautiful. I guess she snapped out of her day dream and shook her had slightly.

"Where the hell am I?" The girl questioned. In the corner of my eye I saw Harry eyes wide open and his mouth hanging there a little. Maybe he was staring at her like that because she was beautiful or he shocked of something.

I snapped my fingers in front of his face, he seemed to snapped out from whatever he was doing in la la land.

"I'm going for a walk." And with that he left. I wasn't going to bug him what was wrong because he would get more mad. I was just going to wait until he told us what's wrong.

"Well my dear, your in the most sexyest boy band in the worlds dressing room." Louis smirked and I slightly chuckled.

The girl cocks her eye brow curiously. "And that band is?"

"One Direction." Louis couldn't have said it in an obvious tone than that.

"Moving on then." The girl still sounded unimpressed by us. "Why an I here?"

"I'm one of One Directions fashion designers sweetheart." Linda smiled sweetly towards us.

"Oh joy." The girl muttered with sarcasm dripping in her voice. I chuckle in amusement.

"Anyways, I think we should introduce each other." Liam suggested. "I'm Liam, Liam Payne." Liam said while doing his signature hair flip.

"Zayn, Zayn Malik."

"Louis, Louis Tomlinson."

Before I got to say my name Harry bursted in the room. "Hey mate, where were you?" Louis asked.

"I went for a walk," Harry cleared his throat. ",I'm Harry, Harry styles." he muttered under his breathe. What crawl up his ass?

The girl narrowed her eyes at Harry. Studying like she's known him for years. "Do I know you?"

Harry gulped and got uncomfortable shifting his weight to his other foot. All eyes were looking at him for an answer that was not coming out of his mouth. "No." He coughed it making eye contact with any of us.

I shrugged. "I'm Niall, Niall Horan." her eyes lit up from hearing my Irish accent. I gave her a wink because she was checking me out.

"Mine name is Hazel, Hazel Thompson. Um, how did I get knocked out anyways?" Hazel chuckled.

"I kinda bumped into you while Louis was shooting me with foam bullets. He was chasing me, until I bumped into you." I mumbled already feeling guilty.

~Before Hazel Came~

We were all sitting in our dressing room relaxing from all the screaming fans at the airport this morning.