One In A Million

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We came in, tumbling around the living room couches in exhaust. I ran a hand through my curly pink hair and chucked the sweaty blazer across the floor.

We had come back from the concert, which was a great success, but we were bloody tired and had nothing to show for our work--Except our paychecks.

"The day isn't over yet," I moaned, "We have the pool party."

A chorus of deep moans rang through the room, but I sat up and slumped over, eventually falling to the floor head-first.

"That was probably very uncomfortable . . . " Harry speculated.

I sat up and rubbed my head, "Yer right."

"Anyways," Zayn started, sitting up, "Lets get ready, I'm sure it's better than we're making it out to be."

I smirked, "It will be. Jenna'll be there!"

"There you go," Liam countered sarcasticcly.

I stuck my tongue out and ran up the stairs. Locking my door behind me, I padded to my bed, where Andi had laid my outfit. It seemed like being famous, people feel the need to treat me with the pampering of either the queen, or a toddler.

I slipped into the shower, and it was clear the boys all had the same idea since I had close to nothing water-pressure wise. With the little H2O I had, I washed my bright hair with red shampoo and rinsed it out. I jumped out with a towel around my body, then brushed my teeth, washed my face, and moved onto my hair.

Thank God, Andi never gave me hair instructions when I didn't want her to, and I didn't. I simply pulled a comb through it and coated the end in mouse, giving me perfect beach waves. I traipsed back out to my room and slid the towel down my long body.

The swimsuit she picked for me was "perfect for my extremely tan body" in her opinion. The bottom was white, inching up my waist, the side band holding silver sequins. The top tied around my neck, the cups stretching out a great deal and showing off my size-C bust, a small section in between the cups held the same silver sequins.

I shuffled into Armani Exchange flip-flops and slid a white bandeau dress over my bikini. Running downstairs, I filled my Jack Wills bottle with water and slid it into my tie-dye Juicy Couture beach bag. I set my oval sunglasses on top my hair and rubbed tanning oil on my legs, chest and arms.

The boys hustled down the stairs and out to the van, which I slid into and popped out the sunroof.

"Planning on doing that the whole way there, are we?" Niall chuckled,  taking my bag from his faux leather seat below me.

I slid the sunglasses over my eyes as the driver began the trip to England's biggest pool. The sun glared over my frames, and over my skin, giving me the best feeling, "You can bet on it."

We drove without talking, just listening to the stereo and singing loudly whenever a good song came on. Once we got to the city, I waved to a bunch of fans, blowing kisses as my legs swung underneath me. We got to the giant party, blaring music covering our own. I slid into the car and right back out the sunroof with my bag in hand. I jumped off with Mark waiting at the bottom.

I saw celebrities all older than me walking around in bikinis and swim trunks, sunglasses over their eyes as they walked and talked to the person next to them. I found a petite blonde basking in the blazing sun with a pair of my sunglasses over her eyes.

"Howdy," she chirped, raising up onto her elbows and waving at me.

"Hi, Jenna," I replied, shimmying out of the dress and getting whistles from across the pool. I laughed and laid on a beach chair next to Jenna, slipping my earbuds in and relaxing, completely drowning out the noises around me.