Cold. (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Seven- The Surprise

    The next morning I knew one thing: I did not want to get up early. I groaned and pressed my face in my pillow. When my door opened I buried my face even deeper into my pillow. "Leave me alone please."

        "No way princess, we need to get ready," I hear Thalia say and sits right next to me on my bed. 

        "For what?" I groan throwing my pillow at her face.

        "We need to start going over ideas; Eleanor came over while you were in your deep slumber. She didn't want us to wake you," She says with a smirk.

        I hop out of bed, and smooth my matted hair from my curls from the previous night and groans. "I can't believe you didn't wake me up right then! What did she want?" 

        "In four days she's going to with Louis and the boys to an award show back in LA." She smiles and leaves my room. "So let's all get dressed and ready!"

        Make Eleanor a new outfit in only four days time? I groaned and hopped into the shower allowing the hot water to cool my frayed nerves. How were we going to come up with a great award show outfit in just that short amount of time? I guess I may as well get used to it. Especially if I'm starting to work for someone personally. When I got out of the shower I braided my hair to the side casually and put on an outfit I got from digging in my drawers.  I hurried outside to shove some breakfast in my mouth before I started drawing some sketches. 

        Kristan was already sitting in the kitchen eating some cereal already. Her hair, in her usual pony tail, seemed a bit messier today but her outfit was as usual, planned perfectly and nicely.  She looked over at me and smiled. "Hey sleepy head." 

        "Hi," I greet quickly with a nod and take some cereal out and start pouring milk into it quickly.

        "Damn Grace," Thalia greets coming in. Her pink hair was curled and her outfit looked nice on her.  "Why are you in such a hurry?"

        "We need to get some sketching done," I say a matter-of-factly and shove some cereal in my mouth. "Making the outfit and the accessories is going to take some time, so we can't waste a lot of time on the sketching." 

        Kristan nods taking out her notepad. "She's right Tahli. She didn't give us much time,"

        "Yeah, I wonder what was up with that," Thalia frowns and pours cereal into a bowl.

        I shrug. "Maybe to see how well we'd work under pressure."

        "That must be it," Kristan nods and starts sketching right away. "Maybe she could go in a skirt and nice blouse or something?" Kristan smiles. "Something...sparkly?"

        Thalia makes a face. "Hell no, how about jeans and a badass shirt with rips?"

        "Guys," I sigh. "It's an award show. We should be making something nice. I think a dress or a skirt with a shirt would be more appropriate." 

        Thalia huffs blowing a piece of bubblegum colored bangs. "Why don't you guys ever like my ideas."

        I turn to her with a sigh. "It's not that. We just need something nice for her to wear. Something...fancy."

        "I guess fancy has never really been my game," She smiles somberly.

        Kristan wraps an arm around Thalia's shoulders. "Don't think that! Come on, let's make her a dress."

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