Washed up & Broken (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 7

When we land in America, we're picked up in a giant limousine, and taken to a five star hotel. I could get used to this!

"You guys have to walk the red carpet at a music award show!" This man in a clip board announces. "Go to Lou, boys. Ladies, come with me!" Krysta and I look over at each other, and then pull ourselves off of the plush couch. The man leads Krysta and I into another hotel room where we're sat down on the beds. "You ladies will be going to the show as well. Krysta, you will be walking the carpet with Liam. Kat, you will be walking it with Niall,"

"Why can't I be with Louis?" I ask. The man shrugs.

"I'll send your stylists in,girls. Go ahead and undress. There are robes in the bathroom," He says. He leaves, closing the door. Krysta and I are left alone. I stand up and go into the bathroom. I close and lock the door, finding a robe with my name on it. I grin, and undress myself. I slip into the robe and walk back out.

"My turn!" Krysta grins at me, hopping off the bed and walking into the bathroom. I giggle at her enthusiasm, and sit back down on the bed. These hotel rooms are pretty freaking huge. I like it a lot. I've never seen something so cool and grand in my life. About six women burst into the room, and people with black headsets push clothing racks in and large tables full of makeup. They begin directing people around and when Krysta comes back they tug us into separate rooms. I'm plopped down on a couch.

"Hi, my name is Molly, I'm your personal makeup artist and stylist!" A girl with flowy brown hair grins at me. I return her smile. "Ooh, honey! What did you do to those hands?"

"I broke a bottle on accident," I tell her. Molly purses her lips and then shrugs.

"A little liquid bandage and makeup can cover that up. Would you like to see your dress?" She asks.

"Sure!" I grin up at her and follow her to a clothing rack. She takes a dress with a slip over it and turns excitedly towards me.

"Close your eyes." She demands. I nod and close my eyes. I hear her remove the slip cover, and shake the dress out. "Open them." I open my eyes and gasp. That dress was beautiful! "Do you like it?" Molly asks when she sees my reaction. I nod my head, jaw dropped, not being able to say anything. "I knew you would! Liam let me see your Victoria's Secret portfolio and I did some research on you. It was perfect for you!"

"It's wonderful!" I exclaim, regaining my speech. "Absolutely wonderful!"

"Here, take off your robe and I'll help you into it. I strip off my robe so I'm standing there in my underwear. Molly helps me into the dress, carefully zipping it up. The fabric is cool and slick over my skin. "Fit ok?"

"Perfect!" I grin.

"Ok and for your hair we're going to pull it up into a curly ponytail." Molly says. "Your makeup will be smokey eyes, some foundation, blush, pretty casual. You'll look wonderful!"

"Sounds good." I grin. Molly gets right to work with me. It takes about an hour long process, but when it's done, I look amazing. Back into my Victoria's Secret days it seems like. "I look awesome!"

"You look beautiful!" Molly exclaims. "Let's go see what Krysta's fixing to be." I nod and Molly helps me up. I'm wearing high heels as well. I walk down the hall to Krysta's room, and gasp when I see her. Krysta looks absolutely stunning.

"Krysta!" I exclaim. "You look amazing!" Krysta turns and looks at me.

"No, YOU look amazing!" She grins. I can't help but blush a little bit and turn to show off my dress. "Ok, so can we go back to the boys now?"

"Sure thing, see you girls later!" Krysta's stylist exclaims. Her and Molly give us small waves, and then Krysta and I walk into the hall. The boys are standing out there already waiting on us. They're all dressed in tuxedos and look very nice. Especially Louis. Harry wolf whistles as we walk out and Krysta and I laugh.

"Stop, I'm your sister. That's icky!" She says. Harry gives her a look as he wraps a protective arm around her shoulders.

"Who said I was talking about you?" He asks. Suddenly, all of them are looking at me. Liam gets pretty mad and steps in front of me.

"Who's her date tonight? Who did she get assigned?" He asks, slapping his hand on to his face. "Someone just tell me!"

"I'm her date, I got assigned," Niall says. "Now move Liam, she's MINE," Niall pushes my brother out of the way and wraps his arm around my waist. I can't help but laugh at how angry Liam looks. Probably because one of his best mates has to be his little sister's date.

"Hey, you have my sister so don't be getting mad at Niall!" Harry exclaims. "Trust mate, trust!" Liam shakes his head and gives me a stern look as Niall pulls me close to him. I giggle and then look over at Louis. His face is a bright red and he looks angrier than Liam. I must be the only one to see it because the director people rush us down to the limo again. When we climb in I sit between Niall and Louis.

"Lou," I whisper, nudging him. He looks down at me, usually blue eyes, dulled to gray. He is very upset. "It's ok, it's just for a night," He gives me a small smile and I take his hand from his lap and drop it at our sides, entwining our fingers. I give him a happy smile and he returns it, looking as if he was in a better mood.

"You look beautiful, by the way." Louis tells me. I feel blush creep across my cheeks.

"Thank you," I smile. "You look very handsome," Louis grins back and then he turns his head forwards as the car pulls away. Niall wraps his arm around my shoulder and gives me a smile. I give him a big smile back and peck him on the cheek. He blushes a little bit.

When we arrive at the award show, there's another red carpet. Much bigger than the one at the diner. There's more paparazzi than before, and there's a bunch of other people for the show. When we step out their are large screams, mostly girls. And I even hear a few death threats thrown at me. I ignore them, and smile at Niall as he pulls me closer to him. This guy comes up to us and tells us to go out in couples. Which means, Liam and Krysta, then Niall and I, then Louis, Zayn, and Harry will walk. Then One Direction will come back through without the girls.

"Madam," Niall offers me his arm and I take it. My heart is racing as all eyes are on us as we walk through down the carpet. We stop where you're supposed to take pictures and Niall pulls me to his chest as we pose for the pictures. Once we're past. Niall jogs back out to join the others. Krysta looks over at me and gives me a small smile.

This night is going to be fun.