Me, 1D, and Four Other Girls (Completed and Going Through MAJOR EDITING)

Chapter #11- Dip Dyed

Sabrina's POV

"I want red. No, wait, I want blue. Oh! Purple!" I said, frantically looking through the different temporary dyes.

"JUST CHOOSE!" Everyone shouted at me. I was taken aback for a second, but then I chose pink. Everyone else had already chosen their's. The guys  paid for it because they're One Direction, and have millions of dollars.

"Lets go back to the tour bus! I'm so excited!" Emma said, jumping up and down.

"Me, too!" I said, and we ran to the tour bus, which was in the parking lot of Sally's Beauty Supply. When Alissa walked in, I hugged her.

"Thank you! This is going to be so much fun!" I said and she laughed, nodding. She instructed us to all go take showers, but she went first. It was so the color would last longer, since it comes out after you wash your hair, so we would have it all day tomorrow. After sometime, all ten of us were ready. Alissa did hers first, dark blue, and she put tin foil on the ends. We all went, and took the foil off.

"I love it! I kind of want to dye it like this!" I said, and looked at the others. Alissa had dark blue ends, Larissa had red, Emma had purple, and Aleeah had aqua. The boys dyed their whole heads, since Alissa had deemed it impossible to dip dye their hair. Niall had green, since he's Irish, Harry dyed his blonde, and, boy, did he look weird, Liam had purple, Zayn had blue, and Louis had red, which I didn't think was very adventurous, since he  had done it for red nose day.

"This will come out after one wash, right?" Harry asked, not impressed by his luscious blonde locks.

"Yeah, unless you have dyed hair, then it  will stick on, but none of us have there hair dyed, OH MY GOSH! NIALL!" she said. Niall raised his hands to his hair in horror.

Alissa's POV

What have I done? I permanently dyed Niall Horan's hair green. I think I'm going to start hyperventelating. Breathe, Alissa, breathe. What am I going to do?

"Well, what are you going to do?" Niall asked. I seriously didn't know, until a it hit me.

"Niall, you bleach your hair, right?" I asked. He nodded. I smiled.

"I can fix that. If it was a different color, it would be almost impossible  to get it back correctly, but all I have to do is bleach it!" I said, and everybody released the breath that they had been holding in. I quickly ran out of the tour bus. I heard footsteps behind me, and turned and saw Harry.

"Thought you could use some company." He said.

"Going to the store?" I asked. He nodded. I grabbed the bleach, and looked at Harry again. Even with the blonde hair, he looked adorably breathtaking. The curls, the dimples, the biceps, the green eyes, all enough to make a girl faint, and, I assure you, many have.

"Take a picture, it will last longer." he said.

"Well, I would, but i don't have my camera on my. Sorry." I shrugged, and he laughed. I bought the bleach and we walked outside, to find the tour bus missing. I looked up at Harry. He pulled out his phone.

"Louis, where are you? Well, come back, it's getting dark! Louis, don't you dare hang u- He hung up. They're going to pick us up after they finish eating." he said.

"They're eating without us?" I groaned. Harry sat down on the curb, and I did the same.

"Well, since we're going to be here a while, I guess I'll get to know you. Tell me about yourself." he said. I racked my brain.

"My middle name's Rose, after my grandmother. My best friend is my older brother Zac. He was always there when my parents weren't. My parents didn't come to a single one of my volleyball games when I played through high school, even the championships, which my team won my senior and junior year." I said. I looked over at Harry.

"I'm so sorry, Alissa." He said.

"It's fine. Now, tell me things about yourself." I said.

"Well, it really makes me mad is when the paps make me out to be a womanizer.  I just like to go out, and girls throw themselves at me, and the paparazzi always gets the shot at the at exactly the wrong time." he said.

"I'm sorry, Harry." I said, and we sat in silence. Even though it was summer, it hadn't gotten very hot out yet, and as the sun went down, it got colder. I shivered. Harry shrugged out of his jacket and draped them over my shoulders. I smiled.

"Now you're going to be cold." I said. He shook his head.

"I can take it." He said. I closed my eyes, and I could feel that he was leaning in. My heart was pumping super fast. Just before our lips touched, a horn honked and we jumped apart.

"Get in, or we're leaving you!" Louis said and we both jumped in. I tried to fight back a yawn, but it escaped my lips.

"I think I'm going to go to bed. I'll do your hair tomorrow, Niall." I said, and I walked up the stairs. It wasn't until I got to my bunk that I realized that I still had Harry's jacket on. I took it off, and smelt it. It smelt like Harry. I laid down on my bed, not changing into my pajama's. I pulled the covers halfway up my face, leaving my nose under the covers. I held his jacket in my arms, and if I closed my eyes, for once in my life, I didn't feel so alone.

Larissa's POV

I was awoken at three in the morning to an music coming from upstairs. I climbed up the stairs.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Zayn asked.

"Yeah, but don't worry about it. You listen to Led Zeppelin?" I asked, just as my favorite song by them came on. Dazed and Confused, rock doesn't get much better than this.

"Yeah, I was really into rock when I was in high school, and Zeppelin was the band that I carried with me." He said.

"Can you not sleep?" I asked.

"Not really. Just been thinking." Zayn said.

"About what?" I asked.

"Sometimes I just think that the fame gets to my head. I hate that about me. That's actually why I broke up with Perrie. She wasn't very down-to-earth, and I just couldn't deal with someone with a big head, since mine's so big on its own. Or, at least, that's what the fans think." He said.

"Who cares what they think? Screw them if they think that they have the right to judge someone they don't even know. Worry about the people that know you. I know you, and I have to say, I think you're pretty down-to-earth. Especially since you listen to Zeppelin!" I said, and he laughed.

"How old are you, Larissa?" He asked.

"17, why?" I asked.

"You get things better than people older than you." he said, and we went quiet. We stayed that way, in blissful silence, until dawn broke, the only thing making any noise was the Zeppelin album.

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