Today was the day.
Goodbye to my brown hair.
Hello to blonde.
And I was shitting it.
Alex sat beside me as I sat in the chair at the hairdressers, waiting patiently as they sorted my dye.
"Are you nervous?" Alex asked.
"Yup."
"Tell me what Zayn's like again."
I groaned loudly. "He has a girlfriend."
"So fuck. Doesn't mean I can't bang him." She snorted.
"You sicken me."
"You love it."
I sigh as my hairdresser Cassandra walks back over, a bottle of dye clasped in her hands. "I am going to love you as a blonde Jess."
I look into my pocket mirror for the millionth time as walk back into the lobby, flashing the security guards my apartment key.
"I don't like it again." I say with a sigh.
"Will you shut the fuck up? It's fucking beautiful."
"Don't tell me to shut the fuck up-"
"Oh my fucking god. Shut the fuck up. Look who is over there."
I look in the direction she is looking. And oh fucking look. Eleanor Calder, my secret twin apparently. Louis Tomlinson. Niall Horan and Harry fucking Styles.
"Where the fuck is Zayn?" Alex whines miserably.
"With his girlfriend probablys." I say, grinning evilly at her.
"Oh fuck off."
"And they could be having a lot of sex right now...."
"Don't make me shout Harry's name." She says, narrowing her eyes at me.
"You don't have the guts. Not while Zayn is having lovely sex with Per-"
"HARRY!" Alex yells, pulling me behind the door quickly as all heads whip our way.
"You mother fucking idiot. I am going to kill you. You fucking whore. How the fuck are we going to get too the lift?!" I hiss.
"One problem at a time!" She says hushing me.
"I think we need to look to see if they're looking this way." I whisper to her.
"Ok. Off you go." She says, shoving me into view.
All of their eyes are now on me, and once again my cheeks redden. "Um, do I know you?" Harry shouts over in my direction.
I look around me, just too check he was talking to me.
"Yeah, you!" He shouts, chuckling.
I point to myself, then mouth oh. Strike 2 of making an utter tit of yourself.
Alex pops out beside me, a huge grin on her face.
"Oh look! It's Harry! You know? Who you had shagged the other night? Didn't you spike his drink?" Alex shouts, pointing ridiculously at Harry.
My jaw drops as Niall and Louis jeer at Harry. "You just wait till the day comes when fucking Zayn Malik is in this fucking building in your presence." I say, narrowing my eyes at her.
"Bitch. If I was in Zayn Malik's presence I wouldn't be standing like a mug like we are now. I'd be fucking dragging him to the nearest room."
"Wait. We're standing having a conversation like mugs, aren't we?"
"I think so... And I think Harry's scared off you." Alex says, laughing.
I slap her arm blushing furiously. "I hate you." I mutter.
"Um, can you come over here for a second?" Eleanor shouts over, waving us over as Harry shakes his head at her quickly.
Alex drags me over with her before I can run. And I am officially mortified.
"Um hi. My friend fancies the pants of Harry." Alex says, the minute we get over there.
My mouth opens and closes like a goldfish horrified as everyone sniggers. "Well we haven't half made a fucking scene in the fucking lobby you absolute fucking nonce." I whisper furiously to her, punching her arm hard.
"Ow."
I turn to Louis, smiling shyly. "Um. We kind off met the other day. When I was really hungover and you kind of mistook me for your girlfriend." I say, bobbing my head in the direction of Eleanor as my cheeks tint pink.
"Oh! Hungover girl! Wasn't your hair brown?"
"Yeah." I laugh, tugging onto Alex's arm gently.
Alex laughs nervously, her confidence off like a lightbulb. "Sorry about all of this by the way. I think we're drunk. Well, vodka calls. Bye!" She says, and we both hurry to the direction of the lift, hitting and slapping eachother every step of the way, as I felt a pair of eyes burning into my back.
"I think we swear too much." We both say in unison.
Oh.
4/5. One down to go to make a tit out of myself infront off.
