How it All Started (A One Direction fanfiction)

Chapter 27

They want to what? Why do they even want to meet us? What are the gonna say? Literally every question that I could think of is spinning around in my head, and I'm started to feel weird.

I mean, when I first started dating Niall it did come across my mind that there would be strings attached with his job, but I didn't think they would come this soon. I mean, of course it's not annoying that I have to do this because I'm dating him, I'm just a little worried. I mean, I've just started dating one of the biggest pop stars on the planet and now I have to meet his, what I'm assuming to be, extremely strict management. I can already tell that they're main concern is going to be the fans and losing profit or whatever I don't even know but I'm not really planning on this going well.

And poor Christine, her and Harry aren't even dating and she has to deal with them.

"Well, when do they want to see us?" I ask Niall.

"Um..." Is all he says as he scratches the back of his head nervously.

"Now." Harry blurts out all of the sudden as I see Niall's eyes go wide.

"You didn't have to say it that blatantly." Niall laughs as I just kind of stand there in shock.

When they said their management wanted to meet us, I thought they meant like in I don't know a day or two, not now. There's no way I can meet them now, I look like a wreck, and I know this without even seeing myself. I just slept on the rooftop of a building on my boyfriends shoulder, my hair probably looks like that nest it always does in the morning. And I don't even want to think about how smudged my makeup must be. Not trying to sound superficial, I just want to look presentable when I meet them, not like this.

"We can't meet them looking like this! Look at us were wrecks!" Christine practically screams. It's like she can read my mind or something and it's kinda freaky.

"You both look fine." Harry smiles widely. Hah, he's funny, trying to be nice.

"No, we don't. This is not the occasion to look half ass on." I say and Christine nods in agreement.

"At least give us half an hour in the bathroom if this place," Christine begged.

Harry and Niall looked at each other before agreeing.

We ran to the trap door and basically jumped down. We scrambled out of the door and sprinted to the bathroom at the end if the hallway.

We rushed into the sleek bathroom. You could tell how fancy this building was since it had a lounge attached to the bathroom.

Chris and I each took a seat at the vanity.

"Let's both see what we have in our purses then share, okay?" I say.

"Yeah, that's the only way," she responded before rummaging through her bag.

After five minutes of scrounging through our handbags we had found a hairbrush, travel size dry shampoo, hair ties, bobby pins, deodorant, body spray, travel toothbrushes with built in toothpaste, blotting sheets, a concealer stick, eyeliner, mascara, and assorted lip products.

After washing our faces, I put my hair into a half up half down twist and she pulled her hair into a French braid. It always amazed me how she could do a French braid on herself, as weird as that sounds. We finished getting ready.

After our completed process I felt much better and to be honest we looked pretty good for 30 minutes in a public bathroom. For once it's a good thing Chris and I are pack rats and lug around a billion beauty products. We never really need them but I guess today was an exception.