Not So Much Love

Can't Buy Me Love

Date: December,19, 2014.

Alex woke up to a voice, very close to her face. Her eyes opened, blinking a few times to regain vision. She was face to face with the boy, noses barely touching. She groaned.

"What?" She mumbled, with a groggy voice.

"We're going out." Zayn smiles.

"We're? How about no, now. Let me sleep." She turns over, shutting her eyes.

"Come on! Christmas is in a few days, I have to get Louis a Birthday gift, and maybe something for the guys."

"Argh. Dude, do it alone. I want to sleep." She grumbles.

"Come on please!"

"Dude, no. You're famous, go do famous people things."

"Just come!" He whines.

"Fine! Gosh, later, I'm sleeping." She moves her arm back, to lightly slap him on the cheek a few times.

"Ow..." He mumbles. "Come on, just wake up."

"I said no, now stop it."

"Come on!" He pulls the covers off her.

"Oh my God. Stop!" Zayn didn't listen, he got off her bed. Pulling her legs off the bed.

"God dammit! I thought I was done with this when I was 13!" She yells. Kicking her legs. When Skylar and Alex has sleepovers when she was young, around 11-13. Skylar always woke up before her, by that. She woke up at 6 in the morning, to wake Alex up. She would pull her off the bed.

"Just get up!"

"I thought you were the one that slept too much in the group?! Go back to sleep!"

"Diya... It's almost four!"

"So?!"

"I took Thor out for a morning walk, and feed Dr. Pepper, I've been up for hours." He whines. She sighs, sitting up. Grabbing her glasses from her bed side table. She owned Aviators.

"Alright, fine. Let me go get ready." She huffed, twisting around left, and right. Cracking her back, she got off her mattress going to the washroom.

"That was gross." Zayn looked at her, after she has just cracked her back.

"Deal with it." She closes and lock the bathroom door, she uses the loo, washing her hands. Then starts brushing her teeth. She could almost smell her own morning breath.

"Hey! Do you think paparazzi will spot you are whatever?" Alex calls, wiping her mouth on a towel. Then applying her contact lenses.

"Most likely!" He calls back. She huffs, opening a draw for some make up.

"Um... Hipster-ey look..?" She asks herself in a mumble, now Alex doesn't wear make up, but she is today. She digs around for matte red lipstick, eye shadow, and eyeliner. She cosplays at events, which is why she has make up. "Here we go..." She mumbles, licking her lips before putting the lipstick on. She does her make in a 'hipster' fashion, walking out of the washroom, she looks for a hipster style of clothing. She gets on black leggings, a grey-ish button up shirt with rolled sleeves, and a orange-brown over coat. Zayn was waiting in the living room, dressed and ready. Alex makes her way out of her room.

"Yo, I'm ready, let's go." She walks over to the coat closet, to find a big scarf it was light grey..

"You look different." Zayn points out, getting up from the sofa. Walking over to her.

"That's the point. I don't want to be recognized." She pulls on her black combat styled boots, and she grabbed her backpack that has her wallet, phone, and keys. "Grab your shit, let's go." She opens the door, stepping out her door. Zayn slips on his jacket, and shoes. He grabs his wallet from the table and head out the door.