New Struggles

Chapter 3: Well Known

Co-Written by BieberBeauty143

Chapter 3

Julie's P.O.V

We stumbled through my flat door, carrying thousands of shopping bags. My arms are going to break off. I swear if Tristan didn't come or if maybe he wasn't such a girl or girlier than Destinee and I are when we go shopping, we'd be okay.

I literally dropped face first on my bed. So this is what they mean shop until you drop. God Tristan is never going shopping with us again, or at least I ever again.

When we first arrived at the mall, after we were parked, Tristan shot out of the car, racing into the mall entrance doors. Once we reached the doors ourselves, we saw Tristan bouncing from store window to store window, adoring something he liked and rambled on about it. And when we actually went into a store, he ran around the store snatching things he liked and stuff for us. By the time we got out of his hold over us to make us try everything on, we would have spent thirty or forty minutes in that store.

Alex eventually distracted Tristan while he shooed us away so we could actually look for something to wear tonight. Never, ever again.

But anyways, Destinee found this really cute tight fitting red-orange dress that stopped mid thigh with short ruffle sleeves, and an adorable circle pattern. She also found these really cute black Greek style wedges, a small black sweater and some shiny silver bangles, all topped off with her name necklace that looks like those love necklaces, but it's her name instead.

As for me, I found this really cute strapless black floral dress that ended just above my knees, which I thought would go amazing with my long sleeve lace jacket I bought years ago, my dove necklace and music charm bracelet I got from my dad. Then I found some thin black tights, chunky black wedged boots, some small silver hoops and some silver bangles like Destinee's.

I'm actually starting to feel a little bit better about tonight, if we fail miserably at least we'll look amazing after doing so.

"Okay girls rest for an hour then we have to get ready, we'll be in the living room if you need anything." Alex said as threw some Tristan's bags, he helped carry in, down. Sometimes I wonder why him and Tristan never go to their apartment just down the hall.

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We were pulled up to the curb to the red carpet, all done up in natural makeup, jewelry and high wedges. I let a shaky breathe go as I saw the flashes of reporters and heard the loud screams of fans.

"Ready?" Tristan asked, reaching for the door handle. My eyes widen as I shook my head fiercely, not ready to be eaten alive by paps.

"It's going to be perfectly fine, Julie. Don't worry your pretty little head about it." Alex patted my head. Tristan quickly opened the door, stepping out with Alex following close behind.

Destinee and I quickly followed suit, and stepped out as well. Alex grabbed my waist as I stumbled as I got out, to make sure I don't make a fool out of myself by falling over. I rapidly gained my balance back and smoothed the creases in my dress, out of a nervous habit.

The paparazzi instantly began shouting questions and snapping pictures as the fans screamed at extreme levels. It was a bit overwhelming; Tristan patted us on the back encouraging us to move forward. 

Destinee and I hooked arms beginning to walk down the red carpet. We stopped when the crew of the Brit awards instructed us to stop. The paparazzi jumped into action, yelling questions they deemed important to know.

"JULIE! IS IT TRUE YOUR GRANDFATHER HAS PASSED?!?!" One of the paps screamed.

"DESTINEE! IS IT TRUE YOU HAVE A CELEB CRUSH ON HARRY STYLES FROM 1D?!?" Another one yelled. We were moved further down the carpet, before being sucked into a mini interview.