Once

Chapter Three

Courtney

Halloween was coming up, and Niall was TOTALLY crushing on me. He'd called me three times - and we only met twelve hours ago. He'd also invided me to a Halloween party Louis was holding. Yet here we are, Stella sat on the chair, having a deep and emotional conversation with me, about my boyfriend, John. She looked at her phone for a second, and began to lean back, forgetting she was sitting in front of a closet, and fell straight into the clothes, and I almost fell off my chair laughing. Clara stumbled into the room, bags under her eyes, tear tracks down her cheeks. Stella kicked her chair away and was standing by Clara's side in seconds.

"What's wrong?!" She squeaked, pulling Clara into the chair she'd been sitting in before.

"Nothing." Clara sniffled.

"Yeah, and I'm Harry Styles. What's up, Allie?" Stella said softly, using the nicknames they called each other.

"The media were outside the restaurant and filmed in the windows when I threw the water at Josh." She sobbed.

"That's ok, he can be embarrassed." I say, not understanding what was wrong.

"Do you think I should die?" Clara asked suddenly.

"No!" Stella yelled.

"What the fuck, what gave you that idea?!" I screeched.

"Well, it's just that I was getting hate from some of Josh's fans..."

"What else did they say." Stella frowned, although it was more a statement than a question.

"They just think I should kill myself..." Clara said, fiddling with her hands in her lap. Within seconds Stella had her phone out and was typing ridiculously fast. Less than thirty seconds later, Stella put her phone down, and Clara's jaw dropped.

"Stella, you didn't have to-"

"Yeah, I did." Stella said.

"Someone needed to tell them." I pointed out as I read the Tweet Stella had written only seconds before. 'No one deserves to die, leave @Alarac alone!! What she does is none of your business.'

"I should probably change my Twitter name to Clara..." Clara said slowly, leaning back in the chair.

"Clara, no!" Stella and I yelled in union as Clara fell back into the closet.

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(Halloween party, three days later)

"John can move on to Catherine, because Niall likes youuuu!" Stella giggled. We were in the limo on the way to the nightclub Louis had booked out for his Halloween party. There were going to be hundreds of celebrities, with most of them being much more famous than us, and despite how judgmental they would probably be, I was going as Belle from Beauty and the Beast, Stella was a cat with the makeup I'd done as leopard spots down the left half of her face with a leopard print mini dress and orange leggings with black heels, and Clara was a werewolf girl, with a torn up shirt and jeans and grimy shoes. We all looked like mad people.

"Niall does not like me." I said, although I didn't believe it myself.

"Yeah, and I'm Harry Styles." Clara grinned, taking the shit out of Stella.

"Oh har har, I couldn't think of anything else, OK." Stella said, pouting and folding her arms.

"So Stella, remember eight years ago when we were in your room and you said that if you ever went to a Halloween party, you'd be a leopard?" I giggle.

"Oh my gosh, yes!" Stella squeaked.

"And here you are, living your dream." I said, being dramatic and pretending to get a little teary. "Your first ever Halloween party, and you have taken your amazing transformation into a leopard..." Stella sighed.

"Good old days." Just then, the limo stopped, and our door was opened. We made our way up the stairs of the nightclub, and were surprised the place wasn't surrounded by fangirls. Then again, Louis was incredibly rich, and could shut both the media up and keep the bookings private with the venue. Sometimes I forget how good lots of money can really be. We opened the doors to the nightclub excitedly, not knowing what to expect.

A/N;

There is a photo of the beautiful Courtney Pawson on the side x