Don't Ask // l.payne

Then it turned black

SINCE PHOTO BUCKET IS UPDATING A BUNCH OF JUNK, THE TWO OUTFITS ARE IN THE EXTERNAL LINK!

"JazzmynJazzmynJazzmyn."

I groaned and flipped over on the couch, rolling onto the floor on the other side.

"WHAT?!?" I screamed whilst removing the mummifying blankets from my legs.

"What's todays date?" Cameron squealed, waking the boys from loud slumber.

"What's today?" Niall asked.

I sat on his lap and buried my face into his neck.

"I don't know, lemme guess." I sighed, "I'm gonna saaaay...The day after the ball?"

Zayn laughed and Cameron rolled her eyes, "Guess again."

"Erm....Shopping day?"

I knew what it was, I was playing with her.

"SHOPING DAY!!" she jumped up and down before charging up the stairs.

"Wait....Shopping day?" Louis asked as he stared at the ceiling.

"One day out of the year, Cam and I splurge on Christmas presents for each other and the familys. You lads might want to come if-" I started before I was cut off.

"Who says we want to buy you presents?" Harry smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.

"I DO!!" Liam screamed and ran upstairs.

"Well okay then." Zayn mumbled and followed suit.

"But I don't wanna get up!" Niall whined as he rubbed my arms.

"Neither do I." I pouted and ruffled his fading blond hair.

"You two better get up. Cameron seems a little......over-happy about this." Harry patted our heads as him and Louis made their way upstairs.

"Want to help me take the blankets upstairs?" I jerked up and held Niall's face in my hands.

"Vwy?" he mumbled through his squished lips.

"Trust me. Grab as much as you can!" I stood up and piled as many blankets and pillows in my arms as I could.

"Up the stairs!" he screamed into the pile he was carrying and marched in front of me.

"Now drop them!" I said as we climbed the last step.

"Wh-"

"TRUST ME!" I yelled rhetoricaly.

We threw our hoards and they toppled down, scattering on and covering the stairs.

"Now Liam will have to clean it up!" I wiped my hands on my pants and high-fived a hysterical Niall.

"Great job!"

"I'm going to get dressed!" I stated and ran away.

In my closet, I threw my phone on the table in front of me and let my shorts fall to my ankles.

Sighing, I squeezed into bright pink skinny jeans and slipped a grey shirt with black lips on the center over my torso as it dropped to a little under my hips.

I wrapped a hair into a side pony-tail, grabbed a black stick, popped the cap and applied a lipstick that matched my jeans.

I laced up black combat boots with studs on the toe and heel.

Since it was like, negative five degrees outside, I grabbed navy green jacket with the words "don't hate, appreciate" on the back and slid my arms into the sleeves.