Those Eyes

Chapter 14

Chuck you can't!

But I must Angelina!

Think about the baby!

What baby?

I'm..I'm...I'm pregnant!

(Gasp)

"Oh my god,what! You whore!" Valerie screamed. I heared multiple crashes.

That's not possible. I've only known you for three months.

But with you Chuck, anything is possible, the audience track sighed.

"Val! Turn that down!" I threw a pillow at her. "I'm sorry!" She turned the volume down. I turned around to check the time. 6:37 pm. "Crap!" I quickly got up. "What's wrong?" Valerie asked. "Zayn is supposed to come pick me up in 20 minutes. I'm not even dressed yet! What kind of person am I!"

"Calm down Ella. Just start on your make-up. I'll pick out what you should wear..." She picked up my suitcase and started shuffling through the clothes.

I ran to the bathroom, splashing my face with ice, cold water. I dabbed the surface with the hotel towel.

How dare you cheat on me Angelina?

I didn't mean to! Enrique was just so...seducing....

Are you even pregnant Angelina?

Well yeah...but I don't really know who it belongs to...

"What are you watching?" I asked as I applied my foundation. "This show called Angelina and Chuck. I don't know, it was the only thing on, but it's really good."

I gave her a look and continued on trying to apply eyeliner perfectly for the fifteenth time.

"Ughh!" I threw the eyeliner frustratedly at the mirror. "I give up. Just tell Zayn that I'm sick or something."

Valerie laughed at me. "Oh, rich girl problems." She took the eyeliner from my hand and motioned me to sit down. "I'll take care of it."

She started working on my eyelids, applying what seems like heavy amounts of eyeshadow. "So, how was the ball?" she asked.

"It was so much fun, I really wish you could've been there with me though. You would not believe the people I met! Maroon 5, Lady Gaga, and of course, One Direction."

I was pretty sure she was rolling her eyes at me.

"Ok, you can shut up now. How was Zayn? Is he the "quiet, mysterious, sexy" guy like they describe him in the magazines?"

Is that how they really portray Zayn?

"He's nothing like that. Well, besides the sexy part." A giggle escaped my lips

"Well than, what's he like?" Valerie finally lifted my head up and started working on my hair. "He's really sweet. And hilarious. Great personality. I just don't understand why he gets so much hate."
"Yeah, but think of it this way. Speech is just an extension of our thoughts, just images we create in our heads."

Valerie smiled.

"Ok, are you done?"

"Just one more thing." Valerie spritzed some beach spray onto my hair and crunched it up. "Ok I guess your set."

"Thanks Valerie." I got up and looked at the mirror. "Not bad Ella," I whispered to myself. The door knocked.