Dirty Dishes (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 43: One Week

 (One Week is by Barenaked Ladies)

Erin’s POV:

            “Make them shine. I want everyone to believe they aren’t human,” Patricia explained pulling down at my knee length dress. She still looked disappointed, “Oh well, you’ll have to do.”

            I rolled my eyes. “You know I wouldn’t mind catering. I didn’t ask to be a human statue.”            

            “Ah, a,” she put her finger in front of her lips to shush me. “Do statues talk?”

            “I talk,” I responded annoyed.

            “Not while you’re in character,” she explained.

            “But I’m not. Your party doesn’t start for like two hours.”

            “And you need all the practice you can get, so close your mouth,” she pushed my chin up, “And don’t speak until my party is over unless I give you permission.” I pressed my lips together to humor her, and contemplated how long I could keep it going. Probably not long at all. Once she was satisfied with my behavior she started analyzing Allen. He was only wearing tight booty shorts and a bowtie. “Ugh, Petunia do we really have to make Allen a statue? He’s so… “

            “Yes, I’m absolutely sure,” Petunia interrupted her before she could finish, which made Allen get this cute smile on his face with a slight dash of cocky. I was surprised she wouldn’t tell Patricia the news, but then again maybe she realized her sister wasn’t worthy enough to handle it.

            “You’ve gotten weird without me around,” Patricia scoffed. Petunia shrugged not letting it bother her. “Let’s check out the decorations,” Patricia ordered, and when she wasn’t looking Petunia gave Allen a quick wink before leaving.

            Once they were gone I gave him the smuggest smile I could muster without saying anything. “Before you say what you’re going to say, don’t forget you're going to have to go be sprayed within a few seconds,” he warned, but I was too hyped to take his advice. I was about to start my rant, but a woman took me over to the spraying area before I could start.

            “To be continued Allen,” I yelled as she guided me away. The spraying was decently thorough She made sure not one piece of my real skin had even the slightest chance of showing through. A makeup artist had to paint my face to intricately cover every detail with gold shine. Luckily they painted a wig gold, so they didn’t have mess with my real hair. By the end I looked like I belonged on top of a trophy. I wondered if that was what it felt like to get a spray tan.

            They sent me to an area to dry, and not long after Allen showed up too looking like a golden hottie. “Is it just me, or do I kinda sorta look like a golden version of Chris Farley in the Chippendales skit. This is awesome.”

            “I don’t know, you’ll have to do the dance,” I challenged.

            “I don’t know the dance,” he huffed, so I gave him an “I don’t believe you” look. He smiled and turned around then quickly turned his torso to look at me, “Everyone’s watching to see what you will do, everyone’s looking at you…” He continued to sing and dance staying true to Farley.

            I clapped as I continued to crack up after he finished, “That was great. I love how you make every ridiculous situation they put us through fun.”

            “It’s a gift. Plus it’s not so bad. We just have to stand there and look pretty. Seems like easy money to me.”

            “It’s also a bit humiliating.”