Wagon Wheel

Dirty Hoes

Lavender was on the edge of her seat as was Louis, who was sending Lavender death glares from across the room. Niall, who seem not to notice the two had his arm wrap around Lavender's shoulders.

"Bitch." Louis cough under his breath, Lavender rolled her eyes.

"Pansy." Lavender mimic back to Louis who gave her the bird. Lavender gritted her teeth and she wiggled out of Niall's grip. Niall frowned but then sent Lavender a smile that seem to lighten the room up for the moment.

"Niall, I better get going." Lavender sweetly said, still feeling bad for almost giving him in bad sperms.

"Aw, come on, ignore him, that's what we all do. He's always in a bad mood, to tell you the truth he's just a..." Niall paused, glancing over the prissy young man, who in Lavender's eyes could be beautiful if he wasn't such an asshole.

"Prick, a hole, dick, douche?" Lavender listed for Niall, who nodded in agreement. Niall grabbed Lavender's hand and tugged her out of the magazine like room, down the hall toward the entrance of the flat. This time Lavender was able to see the hall without being rush, the two walls had family photos with she thought his band mates. Stopping at one, five boys hung off of each other, giving each other headlocks or other immature things. Louis seemed to be happy in the photo, he had a giant smile on his face as he was caring another boy with messy brown hair. Niall on the other hand seemed to be left out, as the four boys hung off of each other.

"It's because I'm Irish." Niall joked, nudging her with arm, giving her a large smile. Lavender frowned, she knew better than the laugh at his joke. Niall tugged on her hand as he continue to walk down the hall with her.

"What word starts with F and ends with -uck?' Lavender ask, as Niall open his front door.

"Firetruck." She answered, and Niall double over in laughter.

"It wasn't that funny!" Louis shouted from inside the flat, causing Lavender to roll her eyes.

"Don't get your panties in a twist, Romeo." She joked with Niall, sending him a small smirk.

After exchanging numbers with the Irish man, Lavender walk into the dusk of London town. Lavender went over the days events, trying to wrap around her mind that she just basically had a stalker of a pop star, she couldn't wait to rub that in her step-sister's face. Fumbling around in her purse, Lavender grab a hold of her cellular device not paying attention to her surrounding. Punching in the numbers to familiar dial tone followed by her high pitch snotty but loved step sister's voice.

"Hello this is Rachel speaking." Lavender rolled her eyes, her step-sister, god bless was one of the most pig headed, giant ass bitches ever, who always got what she wanted.

"Hello Rachel." Lavender rolled her name, cringing when she heard the shriek that could be compared to a seal.

"Oh, Lavs, I've missed you. I have so much to tell you, remember that boy, I mean man, that I was dating for like forever? Well guess what we're moving in together! He is so sweet, he's Daddy is some big time record man and is like loaded. For asking me to move with him, guess what he got me? That new Micheal Korrs wallet! Oh, Lavs he is just perfect." Rachel gushed on and on about how perfect her life was, completely ignoring Lavender's lame words of agreement.

"So what about you Lavs? Hmmm? Any sweet London boys catch your eye? What was the last time you went on a date? Or even get laid? Kevin has this friend who would be like perfect for you! I could step you up with him." Lavender blushed, more shocked then embarrassed at her sisters words.

"Rachel, I am fine. I think I found a nice boy, from Ireland actually, actually he's in this-"

"I've got to go, Lavs. I'll talk to you soon. Okay? Kiss kiss." Rachel then giggled as the clicked of the phone.

"Yeah sure, Rachel, my life isn't great. I mean why would you care, bitch." Lavender huffed, as she threw her phone in her bag. Walking down the stairs of the Metro, she passed by the local bums and strangling artist lined the walk way.

"Hey Marty, got any bits?" Lavender asked the bum with stringy blond hair and brown eyes. Marty was an artist that moved to London in hopes to make it big, but like many others failed and lost everything. Lavender had first met him when he was trying to hit on her in the subway station, which ended terrible.

"Nah, ya' no these motherfuckers don't want any of me things. Just dirty hoes." Marty said jokingly, sending Lavender a smile. Lavender pondered if Marty got clean up if he would look attractive. Fishing out of her wallet, she handed Marty some money before jumping on to the train.

"God bless you Lavender. You are a good woman."