One Direction to My Chemical Romance

Chapter 4: The Photoshoot

Chapter 4: The Photo shoot

We arrived at the photo shoot. I started to get things ready. I was going to stay on the bus until David poked my shoulder.

"What?" I asked him.

"I want you in the photo shoot." He told me. I laughed at him.

"David, I am a ASSISTANT. I may be a back up bass player, but that rarely happens." I explained to him. He looks at me up and down.

"Don't you have anything "girly" to wear?" David asked. I gagged when I heard the "girly" part. He looked at me.

"I HATE girly. I hate skirts, pink, make up. I hate dresses, blouses, pink, and other girly stuff. Minus nail polish. I love nail polish." I explained my pure hatred about girly stuff. He rolled his eyes.

"Fine, at least put something normal on." He added. I raised my eyebrow.

"My definition of normal, or your definition of normal?" I asked him.

"Just get changed." he told me. I sighed. I looked at my wardrobe. Hmm..lets see. MCR shirts, Three Days Grace shirts, All Time Low, Breaking Benjamin, and....yes! I found a shirt that has a bull skull on it. It has these designs that I love. I decided to that on. I picked out black skinny jeans. It took a while putting it on. And, here's the deal. I hate putting tank tops alone. I have to put something over it. I don't know why, but I have to. I found my camo, it looks military style jacket. I rolled up the sleeves so it comes to my elbows. It has golden spikes on both shoulders. The hood part can come off. I choose it to stay. I cleared my pockets. I put on my black vans. Then there's my glasses. Yep, I wear glasses. They're rectangularish, they're black, and if you on top of the glasses, there is a red line in the middle. Practically, if I look down, you see the red line in the middle. I have contacts, but I have naturally long nails and grow back fast. I decided to wear my glasses. I plugged in the straightener. I straightened my hair. Since I have long hair, it takes a while. I dyed my hair a few days ago. It's jet black, with a blue ombré. Once I finished straightening my hair. I hoped the humidity doesn't make my hair frizzy. Then the guys walked in. Their jaws dropped. I stared at them.

"Shut your mouths if you don't want flies." I told them. Frank poked my shoulder.

"What?" I asked him.

"Why are dressed like that? I'm not saying that it's hideous, it's actually cool. But why?" Frank asked. I told him the whole story. Frank smiled evilly.

"Yay! You can be in the photo shoot with us!" Frank said while jumping up and down.

"Isn't the photo shoot with One Direction?" I asked Gerard. He nodded.

"Yeah, we are taking pictures with One Direction." Gerard said running his hand through his red hair. I sighed.

"Alright guys! We are going to be late so come on!" David said. We all sighed.

Once we walked out the bus, there were paparazzi EVERYWHERE. I got lost from the others. I was attacked by reporters and cameras. Then they started to ask questions.

"How do you know One Direction and My Chemical Romance?!"

"Are you a fan of One Direction, or My Chemical Romance?!"

"Why are you dressed like that?!"

"Are you dating Harry Styles?!" I was asked by so many questions. Then I was pulled backstage. I saw that Mikey saved me. I hugged Mikey. I also saw Mikey blushing a little.

"Why are you hugging me?" He asked me.

"Because you just saved me from the paparazzi." I replied. Mikey started to hug back. Then Frank walked in.

"Awwwwww! Do I need to leave you to alone?" Frank asked us. I let go of Mikey and started to wrestle Frankie to the ground. Frank finally gave up and helped me up. Then One Direction walked in with make up people.

"Can you fix up Iris?" Harry said to one of the women. She nodded and ran toward me.

"Excuse me, but she doesn't need make up" Gerard said. The make up lady chuckled.

"Yes she does. She looks......ugly. What was she thinking? That outfit is.....ugh! Now, come here sweetie. I'll fix you up so you won't look so depressing. The guys well go gaga after you!" She said motioning toward me. She called me ugly. I really never wore make up. I guess I am hideous. But I did not want make up on me. I stepped back. She sighed angrily.

"Come here you little selfish bitch!" She snarled at me. No one calls me a bitch. No one.

"LISTEN HERE YOU WANNA BE BARBIE! I DON'T CARE ABOUT THIS PHOTO SHOOT! I CAN CARE LESS OF MAKE UP, AND ONE DIRECTION! I AM NOT THE SELFISH BITCH! YOU ARE! YOU NO GOOD, FAKE, SELFISH, WANNA BE BARBIE WHORE, BACK STABBING BITCH!!" I shouted with all my voice. She had that shocked look on her face. Everyone looked at me. The guys looked impressed. One Direction looked horrified. And, One Direction were comforting the make up witch. I felt the urge to cry. I ran off. I heard people shouting my name. I ran toward the bus. I sat against the bus. I started to cry. I felt someone sit beside me. I looked to see who it was. I saw it was Zayn.

"What do you want?" I asked him.

"Nothing, I wanted to see if you're okay." he asked. I nodded. I walked back to the studio. Mikey ran up to me.

"Are you okay?" He asked me. I nodded. Harry walked up to me.

"Why did you do that? She just wanted to help you." Harry scolded. I ignored.

"Let's get this photo shoot down with." I mumbled. We walked to the shoot.

"Hello One Direction, My Chemical Romance, and er, who is this?" the man asked them.

"This is Iris, she is taking pictures with us." Ray explained.

"She needs a wardrobe change." the man said. I stepped up.

"Get another make up person here, I will make sure she runs off crying and screaming. DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME." I told him. He nodded. Then we took pictures. Then I had to take one with THEM. I sighed. Let's just get this over with.

**Hi, sorry I haven't updated. I had a lot of homework lately. I finally finished. Please comment. I'll try to update more often. Chapter 5 comin soon!