A couple of weeks pass.
I expect to fall into some sort of routine with work by this time, but it doesn’t really happen. Every day is a new photoshoot or interview or event that I have to help Lou with. It’s a very unpredictable lifestyle. Sometimes I have to be at work by five a.m and sometimes not till noon. Sometimes there are thousands of fans, sometimes there are five. Sometimes I can walk to work, sometimes I’m riding the bus or Tube for an hour.
Though there is no routine being One Directions makeup assistant does begin to feel semi-normal. I’m starting to get to know more of the One Direction group. I’m pretty close with Lou now, I’ve began talking to others who work on the team and they are all really interesting people. Everyone is really nice and accepting, which is very refreshing. They make everyone seem important wether it is Caroline (their stylist) or one of the one of the interns, Larry. Everyone plays their role with no drama or fighting.
What makes work most normal is the actual members of One Direction though. They are very professional 85% of the time and the other 15% of the time, they are being normal teenage boys and mucking about. They are pretty down to earth all things considering and none of them have ever snapped at me or treated me like I’m lower then them.
Harry and I haven’t really interacted since the car ride home. I’m not ignoring him necessarily, but I’m not going out of my way to talk to him either. It’s for the best though, I don’t think I can handle being alone with him anymore. It was awkward the first day going back after Lou’s party. I haven’t done his makeup one on one since and I always make sure there’s another person there when he’s around. I talk to the other boys a bit more and I’ve become more comfortable talking to all of them. Harry still makes annoying remarks but I’ve gotten really good at ignoring him for the most part.
I can’t help but think about him though.
It’s inevitable.
He tried to kiss me! Me! Evan, the girl who could only get kissed on a dare in secondary school a few weeks ago, had an international celebrity leaning in to kiss her all of a sudden? It’s not right. Something just doesn’t add up here.
Maybe Harry was on a dare or someone bet him to ask me out. That’d make more sense. It’s like one of those chick flicks. And then I’m supposed to find out and be super mad about it and slap him.
My first and last kiss from a boy was with a guy in my class at secondary school. His name was Austin Charles. What a pretentious name. He was fabulously popular at school and I had never spoken to him in my life. Then one day I was standing at the bus stop, waiting for it to come round so I could get home and he walked right up to me and snogged me for a good five seconds. Then he walked back to his friends. I guess I never actually talked to him at all now that I think about it. It was quiet a horrible first kiss. I mean he was an okay kisser but he stole my first kiss. I always pictured it differently, you know maybe a tad more romantic? Anyway the next day some girl in my biology class told me that it’d been a dare. It hurt for a little bit, and I was a little mad but there was nothing I could do about it besides ignore it and decide that it didn’t mater.
When I told my mum about it, she’d told me to slap him. Of course, I never did, but I’d loved her for telling me that. She understood. God I wish I could talk to her about this right now. She would know exactly what to say and what to do.
