Irresistible

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

Alison's POV

What better way to spend her night than in a bathroom? I thought, blowing a piece of curly hair out of my face. Looks like the ponytail I had scraped my hair into didn't work as well as I had hoped as another long strand of blonde hair fell infront of my face. I took it and brushed it behind my right ear, turning my pale eyes back to my work.

"So what style were you hoping for?" I asked my bandmate, glancing at her through the mirror. The girl shrugged her shoulders, which is what I expected. Usual responce. "Alrighty; straight it is," I answered my own question, placing her hair into sections before plugging in the straightener. Knowing it would take a few moments until it became the right temperature, I crossed my arms and glanced again at her in the mirror. "So why did you decide to take Harry clubbing with you, Is? Especially without anyone tagging alone?"

Isabelle let out a slight dramatic sigh, pursing out her lips and looking up at the ceiling. I knew this to be her 'thinking face,' and I cocked an eyebrow as I waited for an answer. Ha! I was acting like Kathryn! Finally, she just shook her head from side to side. "Because Kathryn said I'm not aloud to go clubbing alone anymore. And no one else will go with me except him, so.." She glanced up and shot me a quick smile. "Unless-"

"No," I replied before she could even finish her statement, letting out a slightly random giggle. Sure, going to clubs were lots of fun. The never-ending dancing, the drinks that kept her fueled the entire night, the handsome men she'd pull onto the dance floor.. But with Isabelle, it was a whole other ballgame. Within the first half hour, Is was either making out with a guy in the stall of a bathroom or so drunk she could hardly walk. That's why Kathryn had someone go with her. This time, however, that someone was Harry Styles. I knew this wasn't going to work out too good. I had bet Audrey Liam would get a phone call within an hour after they left. By the end of the night, I would be twenty dollars richer.

The sound of Isabelle pouting lightly snagged me out of my thoughts. "But why do I have to go with Harry alone? He won't let me dance with any guys the entire night! You should've seen how he was acting out in Chicago. Oh, that boy wouldn't stop touching me! I know the paparazzi snapped a few pictures, too. What if the younsters think we're dating? What if-? Ow!" she suddenly gasped as I pulled her hair so I could straighten it. Innocently, I shrugged my shoulders and shot her a sweet smile.

"Whoops, sorry," I said, glad she had finally stopped rambling. She did that alot when she was nervous. "But honey, just calm down. All you have to do is distract him with a pretty girl. That'll make him leave you alone." I ran the straightener through a few strands of her hair, watching with satisfaction in my gaze as the strands came out as perfect.

Isabelle let out a little, "Hmm.." before nodding her head. "That isn't too bad of an idea! He is the cheeky flirt, so he's bound to get distracted!" She had a calm look on her face now as she smiled and closed her eyes, looking completely calm. "I got this."

Giggling in amusement, I shook my head. "Okay, but don't leave with anyone this time," I warned her in both a playful and serious manner. The last thing I wanted was a call from Is at four in the morning, wanting one of the girls or myself to go pick her up from a stranger's home.

Is glanced at me in the mirror and grinned slightly, her eyes full of the kind of mischief that scared me a bit. "No promises."

Kathryn's POV

Sitting on the couch in our hotel room, I puffed out a slightly nervous breath and ran a hand through my light brown hair. Did I trust Isabelle and Harry to go clubbing without Liam or I? Nope. Did I think they were going to come back, safe and sober? Not a chance. Was I letting them go anyway?