Be More Realistic

The Hairdressers

Today's the day. The day I'm going to get my first haircut since me and Chad started dating. I am dying it back to brown, but keeping an ombré affect with blonde tips slowly growing brighter. I'm also getting a little bit of layers, but just making it more flowy. Liam is right, I think it'll really catch Harry's eye. I need to somehow get him to notice me. I mean, I have a crush on him. And even better, I can admit it.

I snatch up my car keys on the little dish in the front, and lock up my apartment. I changed the locks so Chad can't get in. I also filled in some paperwork assuring that I am the rightful owner of the condo, and he can't do anything about it. I take the elevator lift down to the parking lot, and get my car from its space. I drive to the hairdressers and walk in. The front desk lady looks up an throws me a sickly fake smile that she's obviously required to do. I genuinely smile back, and walk up to the desk.

"Amanda Seyfield, for 2:30?"

She looks at her notebook and points her fake nails at my name.

"Would you look at that? You have an appointment? Great, I hate it when teenage brats come in her expecting to get one right away. You're with Francesca. FRANCESCA!" She yells. A stunning blonde in her 30's comes out and sends me a pearly grin.

"Right this way, Miss Seyfield."

I follow her to a chair and take a seat in front of the mirror. She looks at me in the mirror and asks, "What would you like done today?"

"I was wondering if you could dye my hair back to its natural colour, a dark brown, and add a ombré effect with blonde? And possibly some layers?"

"That would look amazing on you, of course I can. Right this way."

She leads me to the sinks and I sit down, laying my head back. She scrubs some professional shampoo into my scalp, rinses, and repeats. After that she speaks to me.

"Before conditioning your gorgeous hair, I am going to put in this special treatment that rinses out most of dye, so your hair will basically almost be back to your original natural colour, okay?"

"That would be perfect, thanks."

She finishes up treating my hair, then conditions. She wraps a towel around my hair, and we walk back to her station. She takes off the towel and gives me my choices of brown and blondes. I choose the "bark brunette" and "light sunny blonde". She starts basing my sections with foil, and then paints on the dye. She scrubs my roots with the brunette. While letting it dry, I read some magazines. To think, a couple weeks ago I was happily being neglected and mistreated by my so-called boyfriend, and fangirling over One Direction. Now I personally know them. I flip to a certain page, and my name is mentioned.

"Amanda Seyfield, age 19, is certainly working her magic on the adorable Harry Styles, still! We have a theory here at Latest Crazes. We think Harry is trying to make Amanda jealous! Could this rumor be true? Harry didn't seem all too happy with Lilly while he was watching Amanda flirting with a cute cashier in Starbucks yesterday in London. Be sure to stay tuned on this mystery. Haranda is certainly not over yet, or is at the least soon to start." Then there was a picture of me at Starbucks yesterday. I didn't even know they were there. I wasn't exactly flirting with him, I just wanted a discount. Aren't I smart? I did end up getting one though. I got a grande for the price of a tall.

My hairdresser came back saying my hair is done, and she had to now do the tips. After she did, she finally starts styling my hair. She trimmed some of my dead ends, and sectioned off bits to create layers. After she finished, she blow dried and straightened it. Finally, she turned me around and I gasped. I looked so much better! My hair made my hazel eyes pop, and my skin didn't look as flushed out. Boy, am I glad I listened to Liam. Now, to post a picture on twitter. I snap one, and add "Finally got a haircut! I like this better. ;)"

I pay the lady, who scowled when I waved goodbye. Rude. I walk back to my car and notice something taped to my window.

"Stay away from Harry if you know what's good for you. -J"

What is this, Pretty Little Liars? I look around to see any source of who could've put this here but no movement caught my eye. What does "J" stand for anyway? Maybe one of Harry's exes? Or maybe, I don't know, one of my enemies? I don't really have many. When I moved here to London from my hometown in Canada, I had a lot of friends. Many people enjoyed having me around, so I can't think of anything. Oh well. I'm not staying away from Harry, I don't care what this girl, or boy, says.

I get in my car and drive home. As soon as I walk to my door, I can tell Chad tried to get in. There are dents in my door, and his key is on the ground. It doesn't look like he could get in though. The door is still securely locked. I unlock it and walk inside, putting my keys back in the dish and locking the door again. It is now 5:00. Wow, that appointment took a while. I look inside my fridge noticing there is hardly anything left. I need a job. Just then, Liam rang my phone which was on my granite counter. I answered.

"Hello, Liam?"

"Hey! Just calling to say hello."

Just then I got an idea.

"Hey, Liam? I was just wondering, does Lou Teasdale need any help in hair and makeup?"

"One sec." There is muffling heard in the background, and then he comes back. "As a matter of fact, yeah apparently she does."

"Great! Can I possibly help? I need a job to do, and I have a masters degree in hair and makeup so..."

"Sure! One second, sorry." Some more muffling sounds in the background, then the phone is handed over. "Hello, this is Lou?"

I gasp. I'm talking to Lou Teasdale!

"Hi, this is Amanda Seyfield, so did I get the job?"

"Yes. it would be greatly appreciated having you here to help."

"When do I start and what times?"

"How about every Monday to Friday at 10:00 to 4:30? Your pay will be £30.00 an hour?"

Holy. This is truly my dream job. "Thank you so much, that's perfect!"

"Great have a nice day! Your a life saver, I was getting exhausted by doing everything myself."

"You are too. Good bye!"

Perfect. Everything is being sorted out perfectly. I go on the computer and see I have a lot of money in the bank from babysitting and summer jobs before University. Great. I get a new text.

From Harry

You dyed your hair back? It looks beautiful!

I send him one.

To Harry

Yeah, thanks. Liam told me to. Don't tell him, but I think I might like him

That'll show Harry Styles to not mess with me. If he is messing with me...

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A/N

Hello peeps! How's my story going so far? Do you like the note idea? I think it's genius. Anyway, so I notice that I have ALMOST 50 READS! This is so exciting to me! It may not seem like a lot but this means people around the world are actually taking their time to read my story. Please comment! I hate to do this, but if you guys don't start commenting more, I may have to set goals, meaning that I won't update until those goals are reached. I feeling like a jerk doing that, but with 50 reads and no comments, it's pretty sad.

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