Chapter Five (.5)

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*Diana's POV*


*Friday, 6th of September, 2013*


After I'd finished my crying session, I felt and looked like shit. I really didn't want this party anymore. But, I went ahead with it. The boys were sweet enough to set it up for me, and get the music and alcohol as well, so I was doing this for them.


And I was gonna prove to Ashton that I'm not the prettiest he's ever seen, but I have my moments. 


I did my makeup, jamming to loads of songs. That's probably why it took me so long.


After about half an hour, I started on my hair. I hoped that it would actually cooperate with me today. Luckily enough, it did. I curled it from halfway and the curls actually turned out nice, for once.


'Go me! I'm nailing this! Fuck yeah!'


After another forty-five minutes, I was basically ready. All I had to do was put on my dress and heels and I was done.


I chose to wear a dark blue lacy dress pairing it with black pumps. I looked in the mirror, deciding to choose whether to pull my hair into a pony tail or leave it out.


'Hmm...I'm seriously not bothered, my arms are still sore from curling. I'll just leave it out.'


I looked in the mirror for the final time. I took a deep breath and turned off the music before deciding to head downstairs. The boys had already started the music. 


I checked the time. 6:58pm. I was ready on time for once. 


Walking down the stairs was the hardest part of it all. I literally took one step and nearly rolled down the stairs. Thankfully, such thing as a rail exists. The struggle is real.


People were going to start coming soon, since the party started at seven.


I prayed no one came early. God, I hate early-comers.


I managed to make my way downstairs and the boys were all standing in the kitchen, except Ashton. They were setting up drinks and cups.


As soon as I stepped into the room, all eyes were on me. 


All of their jaws dropped. Literally. Mikey dropped the cup he had in his hand.


"Shit!" he shouted, bending down to clean up the alcohol. I almost laughed.


Calum cleared his throat. 


"U-um, you look great," he stuttered.


"Great? She looks fucking hot!" Luke whisper shouted into Calum's ear, taking his bottom up between his teeth. Calum glared at him. 

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