Fix You- A One Direction Fan Fiction

Fashion FEVAH!!!

Genevieve's POV

Ok, our hotel room was MASSIVE.

Nah, I'm just joshin' ya. It was smaller than my closet. If you get row One Direction tickets and a meet and greet, you have to cut corners with accomadations.

It's not like El and I noticed. We were too excited.

I was dancing around and El and was giggling and hopping.

When we had finally calmed down, I sat El down on on the bed and looked at her solemnly.

"OK. The moment of truth."

El nodded.

"What are we going to wear?!" I shrieked.

El shrieked. "Trust Genevieve to worry about clothes,"

"Well if I don't who will?" I defended myself.

"Jesus," El said with a straight face.

"Well to bad it's gonna be me,"

"Alright, show me what YOUR planning on wearing!"

Yay! I adored my outfit! I strutted into the teeny tiny bathroom with my garment bag slung over my shoulder.

"Please stand by," I said and shut the door. A short while later I came out in a sexy number with green shorts, a off white sweater, and beige wedges.

"Hot hot!" El said.

"I know!" I squealed. I walked up and down the room like a catwalk, striking poses when necassary.

"My turn!!!" El singsonged. She giggled as she skipped into the bathroom with her Vera Bradley garment bag.

She emerged in high-waisted white lace shorts, a sleeveless lavendar top (tucked in), and grey Keds. Very nice.

She flipped her hair in an exxagerating fashion and eyed me. "Are you overwhelmed?"

"Uh, no. Am I supposed to be?" I laughed at her.

"Well, you're a girl, so I guess not," She said and plopped down on the bed.

"Alright, we look HOT," I stated.

El flipped her hair again. "Don't we always?"

"Yes,"

"Ok, babe. I'm taking this hotness off and hittin the sack." She sauntered into the bathroom, swinging her hips.

When she was done showering and changing into sweatpants and a sweatshirt, I showered and changed and we went to sleep on the lumpy motel mattress, excited for the day to come.