Shattered Reflections (One Direction FanFiction) COMPLETED

41- Such a Gentleman

May 22,2012

"Olivia, this is Michael, he is going to do your hair and make-up for the tour. And this is Frankie, your dresser-person-thing- ya.. Have fun!" Mark peeped his head into the boys' and my dressing room. 

2 guys walked into my room, looking around... almost... judging.

"Alright, sorry about the mess, it's the boys' fault but-" I start saying but was interupted when Michael started playing with my red curls.

"I like this edgy red-chic look. I can do lots with it" he commented to himself, turning me to face the mirror.

He pulled parts of my hair to front of my body, and tested different curls.

"You're short. You'll need heels." Frankie said, looking through the wardrobe.

"Well, hello to you too! I'm Olivia by the way.." I said, basically to myself, since the other two were looking for things to work with.

***

An hour and I learned everything about both of my 'Beauty Preppers' 

Michael, married to Elena, and is 39. He has two baby boys, Jared and Ryan. He loves hair and does make-up for the heck of it. He loves listening to people vent, and said he could be a father-figure when needed.

Okay?

Frankie, is 25, currently dating a very nice Eliza. She is one of the boys' dressers. He is a typical guy who has a sense of fashion.

Okay.

And so, I felt that if I was going to be groomed by these two, I thought I should tell them about me being pregnant. They just laughed and told me they knew. Fuck You Management. Does Everyone know?

An hour, and I had been changed from sweaty, to hot and fabulous, as Frankie put it.

I was wearing a pink champagne colored dress, which was specifically a high-low dress. It was ruffled, and laced, and beautiful.

(a/n) outfit to the side! (:

"Okay, and strut." Michael laughed, fluffing my hair, as I walk like a stick to the a full length mirror, pose, and walk back.

"Great. Now just try doing a part of your dance."

I tried bouncing around, doing a kick-step thing, and did it without falling. 

"Amazing. You'll do great hun." Frankie encouraged, just as Grant peeped his head into my room,

"Olivia. It's showtime." He said, a hint of excitement in his usual stong guy voice.

"Bye guys! Thank you SO much! Don't forget to watch me out there!" I shout, hugging both of them, and sprinting towards the door.

My first concert, and the nerves haven't kicked in...yet.

"Let's go Olivia," Casey smiled, as he stood behind me, Mikey beside me, Grant on the other side, and Mikey walking in front of me.

Almost tripping on my heels, four times, but I was kept up by Casey, who always kept a hand on my back.

5 minutes. 5 minutes was all it took to get from my dressing room to the stage. Well, backstage of course.

"Olivia!" Liam yelled, from on stage, as he ran to me, all sweaty and shit.

"..Hi Liam! Shouldn't you be... singing?" I ask, laughing at the energy of this boy.

"I should... but we have to do this for real in two hours anyways.. this is just soundcheck!" He explained, as I was met by another sweaty boy,