Chapter 18

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Even though I was a little tipsy, I knew what Justin was doing. I simply texted everyone that there was a party at a ware house. I had texted Izzy saying to go get the party set up. I have tried everything to keep Justin from going to the buses. I told him to drive me to the ware house that Izzy's at. I have also texted Harry to come to the party.

Might as well forget what he did for the night and have some fun.

We pulled up to the ware house. I looked over at Justin as he stared at all the lights. I was quick to get out of the car. I saw Justin turn his head back to me and he quickly got out of the car as well. I ran inside and made sure I got lost inside. I spotted Izzy, quickly I walked up to her.

"Hey Nicole!" She slurred her words.

"Hey!" After my response, Izzy hands me a red solo cup which I'm positive has alcohol in.

I join in the conversations that are happening around me. Someone points on my right, but get slightly nervous that it might be Justin. Slowly, I turn my head to see Harry walking over to us. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Hey, you guys want to play truth or dare? A few people are wanting more people" He yelled over the loud music.

I think about if I should go and play but last time that happened, let's just say. Things weren't pretty afterwards. I push the memories that started to surface in my mind and push it in the back of my mind. Everyone was waiting for my answer. I simply just nodded.

We all followed Harry towards the group. I spot all the people but look for a certain spiked brown hair. When I don't see him, I continue to walk towards them. Once we reach to them, we all sit in a circle. Somehow me and Harry end up sitting in front if each other.

"Okay, so who wants to start off?" Some random person said.

After that, everything was a huge blur.

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I hear voices in my head. I open one of my eyes and see people hovering over me. And by people, I mean the boys of One Direction. Both my eyes are fully open.

I look at all of them then fall back to the pillow and put it over my head again. I feel tugging on my ankles. I grab onto the headboard as they tried to pull me off of the bed. I raise one of my hand and flip them off. They chuckle and continue to pull me.

I look on the floor for something. I see my heel then wait a few seconds. I chuck my heel at them. Do the same thing with my other heel but do it instantly when I have to heel in my hand.

"Stop throwing your heels, woman. Your going to kill us!" I here Louis say.

"If it means you guys stop pulling on my ankle then yes I want to" I say then stuff my face with the pillow yet again.

"Well on your calendar, it says that you have a hair appointment at the salon today. Which you have to be there in 30 minutes" Louis says. My eyes snap open and run to the calendar.

He's right! Fuck!!!

I unzip my dress and run inside my closet. I find a simple white tight short dress with elbow sleeves. I grab my Nike brand white shoes. After that, I go to the bathroom and apply my make up. A nude eye shadow color, winged eyed liner, and nude lipstick. During my entire process, the boys are at the other side of the bus where the tv is.

I grab my phone and money. I don't bother to take my purse since I probably lost it around my room. I run to the door and yell to the boys that I'm leaving. My car is already parked outside the bus so I quickly grab the keys from one of my assistants. I hop in the car and turn it on. Having my seat belt on, I drive away to the salon.

I pull up at the salon. They see me and motion me to sit down. They set the place up with everything they need since I said I was dying my hair yet again over the phone.

"How do you want it this time?"

"I want ombré this time. From my natural hair color becomes light and lighter until you reach the tips and that would be blonde"

"Is it for a special occasion?"

"The VMA's are this weekend and I need a new style"

"We are going to make it look amazing"

This time it took longer than the last time. Considering they had to use the dye remover to remove the old dye and add in the new dye. It took around an hour to finish the process. I look in the mirror and immediately adore the new look. I thank the lady and pay for the dye. I leave the salon and drive away. I get a text that I need to do fitting. I roll my eyes and head back to the buses.

Parking my car, I go inside the bus. My stylist, Kristi, is there with a rack of dresses that look absolutely stunning from a far. Kristi was busy fixing this up before she looks up and huge smile plastered on her face.

"Nicole!" She squealed and gave me the tightest hug ever. I hugged her back despite how the air are leaving my lungs.

"Hi Kristi. These dresses look absolutely to die for" My eyes lock with the rack of choices. Like honestly, I can't even choose one.

"There's more where that came from. I have more dresses in your room but I decided we start with this rack" I nodded at her suggestion. I couldn't help but notice that the boys are here.

"Where are the boys at?"

"Paul wanted to talk to them. Also since your close with the boys, your going to walk the red carpet" Walking with the boys means walking with Harry. I don't think I really want to be seen in public with Harry.

"Is Harry gonna be there?" I ask praying he's not.

"Of course! He's part if the bad, why wouldn't he?" She looked at me as if I was crazy. She shook her head and pulled a dress from the rack.

"Go try this on. We only have today and tomorrow to choose the best dress" She shoves me into the bathroom so I can change.

No matter how much Harry stresses me out. I still love him with all my heart. But I don't know if he ever did love me since he is always seen leaving a girls hotel room. He even did that yesterday. I know I hurt him. I know I'm the cause for his disappearance 5 months ago. But what's done is done. I can't change the past.

Though, I wish I could.

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I'm still alive people!

Schools starts for me next week. Well it was nice knowing everyone. Bye!

Kidding! Well....not really

Love ya, Ash

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