Living with One Direction

Chapter 13

I wake up, groggy and sticky. Ice cream is stuck in my hair, and an empty container lays next to me with a spoon in it. I feel like I could be sick since I've eaten so much.

I push the covers off of me and find some new clothes to change into. I walk to the bathroom, a little ways down the hall, and start the shower.

I strip from the ice cream covered clothes and step into the shower. I wash myself quickly and step out. I just want to go back to bed. I dry myself off and gather my dirty clothes and walk back to my room, the towel covering my naked body.

I walk in and set the clothes in the hamper and close the door. Just as I'm about to drop the towel, Zayn comes barging in. "Shit!" I scream, "do you guys ever knock?!"

"Oh. Fuck. Sorry Ainsley!" He says, covering his eyes and closing the door again. "Just tell me when you're finished," he says from outside of the door.

"Okay," I answer

I need to buy a lock for this door, I swear. I quickly find some sweats and a T-shirt that were laying on the floor. I still haven't cleaned up the mess that I made two days ago, I've been too consumed moping around and sleeping.

"You can come in now," I tell Zayn, rolling up my sleeves.

He enters, his hand still covering his eyes.

"I'm not naked," I tell him.

He chuckles a bit, revealing his warm carmel eyes and examines what I'm wearing. "You're seriously wearing that to a four star restaurant?" He says, giving me a smug look.

"I'll pass tonight, I'm not really feeling it." I say, hopeful that he will let me stay home and find another ice cream tub to eat.

As if he could read my mind, he says, "yeah like we're going to let you eat some more ice cream? Once you eat there, ice cream will taste like the nastiest food you've eaten." Zayn says, trying to bribe me.

"Nothing can taste better than ice cream." I tell him.

"Okay, so you got me there, but you can't stay in this room forever Ains. Come on, let us help you get out of this funk." He says, hopeful.

"Alright, fine," I say, giving in only because I don't want to fight about food right now.

"Yes!" He says, pumping his arm in the air excitedly.

He begins walking out of my room with a triumphant look on his face. "Oh and wear something nice," he jokes.

"Wasn't planning on it," I tease back.

Once he leaves, I bulldoze through the disaster on the floor in hopes to find the dress Mairead bought me. After ten minutes of me digging through the massacre of clothes on the floor, I spot it hanging up in the closet. Wow, I'm stupid.

It's a light pink dress, something you would wear to an elegant dinner party. The dress is strapless and it ends just above my knees. Mairead insisted that I buy it because it hugged all of my curves.

I decided to change into the dress after my makeup and hair was finished. I normally don't wear a lot of makeup, only some foundation and mascara. I grabbed them out of the untouched bag sitting next to the big white vanity. After I applied the makeup I curled my hair and put on the dress. I hope I look okay and I hope I don't look too over done. I find some black ballet flats and slip them on.

Okay, I'm ready, but I'm also extremely nervous. I know for sure there's going to be paparazzi and I'm scared that I might snap at one of them. No, I can't afford to think this way.

With a deep breath, I take one last glance at myself and leave my room, walking downstairs to Josie and Mairead. They both looked absolutely stunning. Josie was in a long black dress with some sequins at the neckline that fit perfectly, and her hair pulled up into a bun with some curled pieces framing her face. Mairead was in a red dress that a sparkled band around her waist, half of her hair pulled back in a clip and the rest down, curled.

"Ains! You look amazing!" Mairead squeals.

Josie looks over at me and smiles instantly. "Damn! You look hot girl! You may be fifteen but you're going to be picking up some guys tonight!"

"Thanks," I smile, "you both look absolutely gorgeous!" I tell them. I'm not sure what Josie means by picking up some guys, we're only going to dinner, but I brush it off.

They thank me, and we all make small talk, waiting for the boys. They all had nice dress shirts and dress pants on. Leave it to the boys of One Direction to have their outfits coordinated, so they're all somewhat matching.

"Wow," Louis says to his girlfriend, "you never fail to impress me."

"Oh really?" Josie giggles and then they start making out. I look away and give my attention to the rest of the group.

"So," Zayn begins, "I kind of lied about going to dinner, we're actually going to one of our close friend's movie premiere and I thought it would be easier to tell you that we were going to dinner than to a boring movie premiere." He confesses.

"It's okay, I don't mind movies," I tell him.

"Alright then," he says, "let's go."

"Hey! Josie. Louis. Stop making out, we're leaving now." Liam says.

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