Styling Styles || h.s.

Chapter 1

{Dani's POV}

I groaned, waking up, and rolled over to the floor with a loud thump, and rolling towards the bathroom. today was my day. My day I'll do my 100th hair style. In the most popular hair salon. And it's for Mrs. Parker. I sighed, stripping off my clothes and going into the shower. After I washed everything I should and shaved my legs, I put on a black top and light pink skirt. I put my long, blond hair into a bun, adding a headband with roses scattered on it. I grabbed my phone that had a black case with pink roses, and black flats that had a black rose by the toes. That rhymed, I thought, smirking. I'm a poet and I didn't even know it. I put on red-pink lipstick, mascara, brown aviators, and Versace parfum. I looked in the mirror. I was missing something, I took a necklace with a bow on it, and earrings that had "LO" on the left ear, and "VE" on the right. I went into the kitchen, seeing Dad there, asleep. I rolled my eyes, shaking his shoulder, and grabbing a granola bar. Once I finished breakfast for Dad, he woke up, groaning loudly. I gave him two pills and a glass filled with water, strutting out.  I sighed, walking towards the bus, and hopping on. I told him the address, and sat down.

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I smiled at Mrs. Parker sweetly, taking her hair gently and washing it in the sink provided. The wind chimes clinked, making everyone know there is a new customer. A gunshot was heard, making me scream and cover my ears. Something shot through my arm, making me scream out in pain. I collapsed to the floor, viewing my arm with blood oozing out.

"All the hair stylists, come here, form a line." A voice boomed, making me look up. A man with his hair covered up in a black beanie, with a black tee and skinny jeans, with some sneakers. I got up shakily, with the help of Mrs. Parker and Kylie, my hair stylist best friend. I whimpered as he air shot through my arm, tears streaming down my face. I stood behind Jayden, a gay hair stylist, and Mark, his boyfriend that's also a stylist.

"Who's that?" His emerald eyes tried to examine me, making me feel violated and creeped out. Mark and Jayden moved, while the intruder looked at me up and down. I looked at him in disgust.

"You," He said, pointing his gun at me, smirking. "You shall do my hair." He walked next to me, sitting down in Mrs. Parker's seat.

"Wh-What shall I d-d-do?" I asked.

"Curl it." He shrugged, taking off his beanie, showing messy hair. I washed it, dried it, and curled it neatly, as he kept eyeing my chest.

"You're really pretty, y'know?" He mentioned.

I felt my cheeks heat up quickly, and I didn't reply. After I finished his last curl, I gave him a mirror, and he looked at it, emotionless. I bit my bottom lip, unsure if he liked it or not.

"You should come with me, babe." He winked at me.

Why the hell did I wear this outfit today?

"N-No, I can't."

"And why is that?"

"B-Because... I-I have to take care of my dad."

"How old is he?"

"Old..."

"Well, he'll die anyway. C'mon, love, I know you want it." He said.

I shook my head, more heat rising to my face. I probably look like a tomato. "No no no n-"

He laughed loudly. "I was joking, love."

He got up, and checked his phone, before locking it again. "See you tomorrow, Dani." He said, walking out. I saw he left a stack of money there.

Woah, you can really use that to help Dad's medicals and get out of debt. I thought.

No, it's wrong. I picked it up, and walked out of the salon, looking around for the now curly brown haired boy. He was nowhere in sight. Aww... Okay fine I'll take it. I smiled stupidly, my top lip dissapearing and my bottom lip covering my bottom teeth, my eyes almost in my head.

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Dad was now in the hospital, and I had bought a few outfits for me. And a ton for dad. I had on a black Aeropostale shirt with "Aero Times Square" in the c enter, and white high-waisted  shorts with black Vans. My hair was in a side braid, and I was wearing light foundation, lip-gloss, mascara, and eyeliner. I took my keys to my new BMW, and drove to Kylie's house. 

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"Hey, let's go to a bar!" She squealed. I shook my head, my mouth full. "Pweasee!"

"Nuh." I declared.

"Too bad, I'm leaving. Wear this shirt." She threw a Superman belly shirt, making me groan. She left the room, and I changed out of my old shirt, putting the superman one on.

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I giggled, Kylie pulling me into a circle of people. I finished my beer, and threw it in the middle. A man spun it, and the bottle pointed to me.

"Truth or dare..."

"Dani." I said.

"Truth or dare, Dani?"

"I LIVE FOR THE DARES!" I yelled, giggling uncontrollably.

"I dare you to.." His eyes raked my tiny body. "Take off your shirt."

"Sureee." I slurred, untying the knot I made, and taking it off, revealing my black lace bra. A ton of wolf whistles were made, making me giggle. I spun the bottle, and it landed on Kylie.

"Kylie, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Is it true your too scared to pick dare?" I smirked.

"Yes." She spun it, and it landed on ruffly hair dude.

"Louis, truth or dare?" She asked, as I took another beer bottle, chugging it.

"Dare."

"I dare you to... run around singing I believe I can fly outside with only boxers on. If you even wear boxers."

He stripped in front of us, and I smacked his bum, laughing loudly. He ran outside, past where we can see him, and sang loudly, "I believe I can fly! I believe I can touch the sky! I got shot by the FBI! Then I went to the hospital! All I wanted was a chocolate popsicle!" He ran back in, since sirens were heard. We went back to our little circle, and Louis spun the bottle. It landed on Curly.

"Harry," Louis smirked, looking at curly then me repetitively. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare." He grumbled.

"I dare you to make out with Dani."

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ohh shit. She dead, she dead.

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Jason Derulo

Get jazzy on it

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