Jace

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"Madison will you open the goddamn door!" Harry cried.

"You guys did this at the wedding I don't need to relive it." Niall clutched his head as he flipped Twitter on his phone. We were piled outside of the dancer's hotel room and had been pacing for about five minutes. Finally, the door squeaked open just a hair. Katherine poked her eyes out of the crack and glanced at us. Slowly, the door opened wider...wider...wider.

"Are you making sure there isn't a murderer in the hallway? Cuz I can tell you now that there isn't if you just open the door." Louis joked. Kat laughed nervously and then finally emerged. She looked stunning. But was obviously self-conscious. Her gold dress shimmered on her olive skin and I assumed it was supposed to go to her knees, however, with her height, it came to a little above mid thigh.

"You look gorgeous," Harry smiled, and held out his arm for her to take. She fidgeted, pulling the dress up on her chest, and then down on her legs.

"I dunno..maybe it's to tight. I should've gotten a bigger size. I told Madison. I told her 'I'm to big for this. I can't wear this-'"

"Katherine," Harry interrupted with a smile. "You truly do look beautiful."

Again, she looked uncomfortable. Biting her lip and looking down at her gold gladiator sandals, she mumbled, "You mean it?"

"I wouldn't lie."

This time, Katherine took his arm and smiled.

Madison's dress was strapless, red, flowy, and all around gorgeous. It came to mid thigh as well and had some beading near the top. Her silver heels matched the beads and her hair was perfectly curled as always.

"Skip the intro lets dance!" She threw herself onto Zayn's arm, bouncing with excitement. I've never seen someone so excited to go to a dance.

"Jaaacelyn!" I called, waiting for her to appear.

When she did come out of the room, she wasn't wearing what I expected her to be. She was in sweats. Sweatpants and a sweatshirt with her hair in its usual half crimped half wavy as if she had just taken it out of a braid.

"Um yeah about the dance," she bit her lip. "I'm not going."

I stood there in my tux, all ready to impress her and finally win her over. My hair was styled the way she liked it, I had shaved because I knew she liked it when I did, I had even wore a tie to match the color of the streaks in her hair. Everything I had done was for her and wasn't even going to go?!

"You're joking right?" My voice was flat and it wasn't a question because I already knew the answer. I just wouldn't accept it.

"No I'm going to stay in the room. I'm sick." She said that sentence with a straight scowl, breathing perfectly fine, no runny nose or anything. She was not goddamn sick.

"Bullshit." I called. "You get in there and you put on a dress we are going to this dance." My tone was sharp and she had made me frown. The others stared with dropped jaws at our exchange.

"No Liam. I'm sick!"

"You're not sick! This is all for you and you won't even-"

"I said no!!" She slammed the door and soon after, we heard the deadbolt being locked. I swore under my breath and hung my head, still standing just inches from the door.

"C'mon Liam," Niall patted my shoulder and coaxed me along so the others could get to the dance. "Just let her cool down. Maybe she's just exhausted from tour life."

I nodded sadly, not believing one bit of it. Eventually Niall dropped back with Louis and I heard them whisper.

"My God," Louis said. "We have corrupted Jace."