Two Mermaids and One Direction

Chapter XXVI

Brittany's POV

The next morning, I walked down the hall to make scrambled eggs. The other girls were still  tossed on my dark purple skinny jeans and white black slepping. I quickly ate my eggs and drank my morning cup of tea in silence.

I walked back down the hall and grabbed my clothes, setting them down on the counter of the bathroom. I filled up the athtub and was a little startled by the sudden loud sound. I took my pajamas off and threw them in the dirty clothes hamper before stepping into the scalding hot water.

In ten minutes I was done. 

I hurriedly dried myself off with my powers and pulled my hair up in a bun to keep it out of my face.

Then, I tossed on my dark purple skinny jeans and  black tank top. Remembering how cold London is, I also threw on a soft, thin, purple, black, and red scarf that was peeking out from my long nude trench coat. I slid on my black ankle boots and turned to the mirror.

Next, I pulled my hair out of it's bun and srunched it with voluminizing mousse in. After applying some foundation, powder, eyeliner, mascara and baby pink lip gloss to my ugly, acne-prone face, I grabbed my phone. Lou was waiting for me at the front step. When I exited the house, I was in his tight embrace.

"You look gorgeous, Brittany, as always," He smiled

"Aw, thanks Lou!"

I hugged him tight before hearing a dreaded sound.

"Louis!!"

"You could do so much better than her! Try me for example!"

"Sign my forehead!"

"I love you!"

"Get away from that hideous slut!"

"Can I have your autograph?!"

"You're still with that whore?!"

"Brittany, don't listen to those girls, they're only jealous of what you have! I think you're an amazing woman!"

At least one girl was nice... everyone else, not so much.

"Eek!"

"WHO IS THAT BITCH WITH THE UGLY PURPLE JEANS?!"

Louis looked pissed, so he entwined our fingers and pecked me on the lips before making a run for it. Security was holding back the very opinionated fans, but not for long. We were sprinting before Lou stopped by a little resturant that didn't seem have too many customers.

"Lenny's?" I raised an eyebrow. Louis smiled and nodded, saying, "It's my favorite place to get Italian," before leading me inside.                                                                                                                    

We sat at a small booth in the back. I held up the large rectangular menu and searched the many food choices.

"Try the Chicken Lasagna with White Sauce. It's really good!" He exclaimed. The waitress came over and took our drink orders. We both got tea.

"Why hello Mr. Tomlinson!" She spoke, wrapping an hand around his shoulder and sticking her boobs in his face. I couldn't hold it in. I looked her up and down one time and started laughing hysterically. Now that's what I call a true slut.

"What are you laughing at, bitch?" She finally turned towards me.

"You. I mean really, how desperate are you? He obviously has a girlfriend," I said bluntly.

"He has a girlfriend? I didn't think it was that obvious, because the only thing I see sitting here is one fatass slut," She smirked.

Oh hell no.