Kylie is a singer.
Louis is a singer.
Kylie thinks One Direction is a band full of douchebags who fuck with girls.
What happens when Kylie falls into the arms of Louis?
Will she insist in keeping herself free of strings tying her down?
Or will sh...
Tonight is Grammy night. The lads and I are in LA for the award show. Sophia refused to come, so I'm pissed at her.
I sit down in my large hotel room, Lea starting on my hair and makeup. Louis comes sauntering in, sitting on the bed and turning on the telly.
"Babe, don't you have to get ready?" I ask, glancing over at him.
"Lou isn't ready for me yet." He replies, smiling over at me.
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Once my hair and makeup is done, I figure I should wait on my dress for a bit. We don't have to leave for another hour, so I can just sit around for a little.
I gently lay beside Louis on the bed, not able to fully cuddle with him because of my hair. "I don't like not having Kylie cuddles." Louis pouts, kissing my forehead. "But still, you look beautiful."
"You're such a charmer." I tease, pecking his lips.
"Louis! Come on!" Lou shouts, making me jump. "Sorry, Kylie."
"It's okay." I laugh, giving Louis a shove off the bed. Groaning, he follows Lou into the other room.
"Do you approve of the hair?" Louis asks a few minutes later, popping his head into the room.
"Come here." I sit on m knees, reaching out to fix a single piece of his hair. "Perfect."
Louis smiles softly, pecking my lips before heading into the other room. And now it's time for my dress.
Lea zips up the back of my huge blue dress, letting out a sigh. "This is by far the best red carpet look you've ever worn."
"I agree." I grin, letting out the breath I had been holding.
Louis abruptly walks in the room, but stops when he sees me. "Wow." I blush. "You look absolutely stunning."
"Thank you." I mumble, biting my lip.
I hear someone shouting from the other room. "Come on! We gotta leave in a minute!"
As Lea and Lou help me into my shoes, I smile over at my fiancé. "You don't look too bad yourself." I compliment.
"There is no way in hell I could've picked this out myself, but thanks." Louis grins back, referring to his suit.
"You're all ready!" Lou says, air kissing my cheek before pushing me and the boys out the door.
The paparazzi go crazy when Louis and I get onto the carpet. Ever since our engagement had been announced, the paparazzi haven't seemed to leave us alone.
"Why are you so tense?" Louis whispers as we keep walking.
"I think I'm starting to get a big nervous." I admit, keeping on my smile.
The five of us sit down inside the Grammy venue. My hand is clutched tightly in Louis'.
He leans over to whisper in my ear. "Please don't be nervous. You'll do fine."
"How can I not be nervous? It's my first time at the Grammy's we're nominated for a bunch of awards. If I suck, and then we win, no one is gonna think we deserve anything." I moan, resting my head on his shoulder.
"You're not gonna suck, Ky. You'll be amazing, I promise."
The night went absolutely perfect. My performance was flawless, and I didn't cry at all. Plus, the boys and I won all the awards we were nominated for.
