The after party / Callum turner/*

Chapter 1

"Duaaaa!!!" I yelled from the hotel bedroom. Were they have been staying since Thursday night. In a hotel suite that I  can't even afford spend one night there with my  life savings.

"Ally what do you want!!" Dua complain to her. "Come here please!". Dua walked in with her hot pink fuzzy slippers dragging on the floor. She looked like a fricking goddess. Her bright red hair, and her beautiful black long dress that makes her look 100x better. 

Dua walked into with shock, "Jesus ally your room looks like a tornado went through it!" She exclaimed with her British accent . " I know D its killing me in the inside". I stated . I am  a person who likes to be organized. I  loves her things to be cleaned, I  can't go to bed if my  room is a mess. But i am also a person who is lazy. So my  closet is stuffed with the most random things but puts it in there just so my  room looks "clean".

Dua flops onto allys bed like a starfish. I laughed at her but quickly goes back to stressing out what I am  going to wear . I  puts up two party dress not knowing which one to wear. Dua muffles "wear the pink one" she saids. I looked up surprised that she didn't even noticed that she has looked  at the options. "Really? I was think the navy one?" Dua looked up at me with a smile on her face. "Ally you have blue eyes the pink dress with just make them stand out even more". I  smiles at Dua. She looked tried. I mean she had to perform at the Grammys and all those early rehearsal been catching up to her. 

" are you okay D? You look a little bit tired." I  asked. Dua looked up at ally with a smirk on her face and  quickly sat  up. "Nothing  a little bit on tequila and dancing can't fix" i and Dua laughed. 

"Dua look what you did to the bed sheet, for fuck sake!" I  yelled with my  Chicago/boston accent.  Dua looked down the the sheets that she had put her full face of makeup on. "Woah you did it again ."

A little back story. I  was born and raised in the Windy City called Chicago. My  father also grew up in Chicago with a big  Italian family. On the other hand my  mother was from Boston Massachusetts. She was an only child so things were different. I grew up with 3 siblings. So I wasn't afraid to talk about or yell. I was a dancer all of her life, I  loved it. I  always found peace with it, I used dance as a chance to get away from sports ,school ,work, or my  family. I was also a varsity athlete, i played all four years on the varsity softball team. Softball lead me to have many d1 offers. I ended up at my  dream school University of Michigan. 

Unfortunately I had tore her ACL, which lead me to never play softball again. But I  was a manager of the team after. While i was getting her degree in social media marketing. Which lead me meeting her best friend. We  clicked instantly with each other. And i meet Dua's friends, who suggested that i started to act. I  was pretty good at act that lead me to get jobs with marvel, outer banks, top gun, and other.  

I live in San Diego so that I am close her her jobs, but I  missed my city. Where my family was. Were my  heart was. I dated many of people, but I  recently broke up with her ex boyfriend Jacob elordi. I found out that he had cheated on me  with some model. My break up was rough. I  couldn't even get out of her bed. Until dua  came to the rescue. Dragging me around California. But now I  am healed. I am grown and most importantly i am single. 

"Did what." I asked trying to act stupid 

"Ally the thing with your voice, it so fucking weird how it changes like that.."

"I am sorry that I grew up in a Chicago household, I can't help it" I  shrugs my shoulders.

Dua laughs " are you excited to come the party with me? Maybe there will be some cute guys there" dua said

I looked at her with my ( stop fucking talk about it ) look. 

"What! I was just saying that maybe there are some guys that you can you know get some." Dua smirked at me

My head snapped so quickly that i almost broke her neck. "Dua for your information I am completely fine without it." I stated confidently 

"Come on ally how long has it been? A month?"

I stayed quiet 

"2 months?"

I stayed quiet again

"Oh my fucking god. 4 months"

Once again i stayed quiet 

"Ally 6 months?" Dua sound worry now, now this isn't a joke.

"Dua I don't want to talk about this right now". I  said quietly feeling very embarrassed 

"Honey, you are a hot, sexy, successful, beautiful woman. And you haven't had sex in 6 months?" Dua questioned me.

I looked down on the floor playing on the ring on her fingers that her sister got her as a congratulations gift from getting the marvel job.

Dua stood up and looked at her, her eyes were asking if I  was okay. 

I smiled lightly

Dua hugged her in her mama bear hugs. They felt good, almost as she had a special feeling that I need her mama bear hugs.

" wear the pink one, chop chop we have to leave in 30 minutes!" Dua said happily while skipping out of the mess room that had been created by me.

I stood there for a second knowing that tonight was going to a one crazy fucking night.

First chapter done!