My Little Star (Fetus Harry Styles)

Chapter 22

"Pffft."

"Psst."

"Psst."

"My word! Get up already!"

"What?" I sit up so quickly that my head is spinning. My eyes shoot open to find Harry sat at the edge of the bed, nudging me with my camera. I quickly close my eyes and turn towards the wall trying to hide my face. My makeup is my only disguise besides my pink hair and if he sees me without thick eyeliner then he'll know it's me.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you but in my defense I did try and wake you gently."

"No, it's okay. Can you just excuse me so that I can get dressed?" I still face the wall.

"Sure... the boys and I will be downstairs loading the truck.

"Thanks," I lock the door after he closes it behind him. It's a good thing I showered last night because the boys are waiting for me downstairs. I quickly change into my skirt and top. I don't have time to apply too much makeup today so I only wear I bit of powder but make sure to use a lot of eyeliner as always.

I look out the window to see if the boys are finished loading the truck and lucky for me, they haven't even started. I take this opportunity to curl my hair. By the time I'm finished, they are over halfway done. I eat breakfast and rush out the door to meet them.

"Come on come on! We haven't got all da-...," Chaz, the guitarist's mouth hangs open, releasing the rest of the word. I squeeze in the middle seat between Chaz, who's driving and Harry.

"Where's Seth?" I ask. (Seth is the drummer.)

"He's in the back with the instruments," says Harry.

"Oh."

Chaz continues to stare as if he's never seen me in a skirt. This makes sense, because he hasn't but there's not much to see. I notice that Harry tried throwing him a look that says 'Hey, drive' but Chaz doesn't seem to notice. Finally Harry asks, "Well are you going to drive or stare at my legs all day?"

Chaz clearly is embarrassed by his sarcastic remark and steps on the gas. He's a horrible driver, we swing from one side of the truck to the other with each turn, I can't imagine what it must be like for Seth in the back. I can't decide if he always drives like this or if his poor skills have to do with the fact that he's looking down at my legs fifty percent of the time.

When we arrive I set up my camera and the boys set up the equipment. A lady, whom I'm guessing by her large white dress is the bride, approaches me with a big smile.

"Are you the photographer?" she asks.

"Oh, no. Only for the band."

"Ahh, I see," she looks up at the band and looks back down at me with a mischievous smile, "Which one's yours?" she asks.

"Excuse me?" I laugh.

"Which one of the boys are you here for?"

"All of them. I'm just here for the band."

"Really? You mean to tell me that you're not dating that little blonde one over there?"

"No ma'am. I'm not."

"Alright whelp, that ones my nephew so if you're interested I'm sure he is too by the way he's been eying you."

She walks over to him and pulls Chaz off the stage, she talks to him with a big smile, he looks over her shoulder at me then back to her. He nods, shakes his head, and finally she pushes him in my direction.

"Hey," he blushes.

"Hey, are you and the boys ready to play?" I ask.

"Just about. I was actually wondering if you'd like to dance," he looks down at the ground.