I wasn't happy with what I uploaded for Chapter 6 before so I've changed it slightly. I'm a perfectionist so didn't like publishing something I wasn't happy with. I have started chapter 7 even though this is on hold and I'm hoping to do it over the next few weeks ready for when my exams calm down. I'm still trying to get this some more reads/votes however it is nearly on 500 and that's kind of crazy to me. I started writing this for a friend of mine but I'm starting to think having people to relate the characters to properly would be easier. Suggestions for pretty much anything (how to get more reads, characters and future plans) are allways welcome. A few people have messaged me already, which is surprising. I also would like to make a trailer of this at some point in the near future, hoping that's going to help me with getting it better known.
Anyway, here's a better version of chapter 6 in which Rosie and Nicole meet the boys.
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The girls and me often threw house parties and we had decided to throw a costume party. I was on the hunt for the perfect superhero costume. Nicole had a tight skeleton one piece and those silly 'punk' skeleton gloves to match and Rosie had a bunny outfit consisting of a tank, tutu, tail and ears.
We had visited quite a few costume shops by the time I found my outfit. It was a superwoman dress that came just below my bum. I would probably care about this if it wasn't for the fact that I knew nearly every girl would be just as bad, if not, worse.
Now I finally had my outfit, I let myself get excited for the upcoming party. As we were shopping for alcohol and talking about what pizzas to order I decided to text Michael.
12:20 Natalie: there's a party this weekend at my place, you and the boys up for it? x
After filling one of the big trollies at Asda with alcohol ranging from vodka to Koppaberg, we had to all help push it towards the check out. The guy at the till looked only a little older than us and when he noticed what was filing out trolley, he started to laugh, then offered us help so we would be able to get it all back to Nicole's car.
It wasn't until we were making multiple trips back and forth carrying alcohol, the girls talking about how funny the check-out guy found our shopping, that I got a text back from Michael.
13:17 Michael: sure, what's the address babe? X
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Being typical girls, it took us quite a few hours to get ready and we had already had at least a small bottle of Smirnoff before people even started arriving.
A few hours into the party and I had managed to find Michael's band mates. Calum and Luke were laughing their pants off whilst Ashton was looking at them confused, pizza hanging out of his mouth and sauce on his cheek.
"Alright, boys?" Calum was wiping at tears as he turned and grinned.
"Natalie! Great party! That is Ashton by the way," I turned to face Luke wiping the pizza sauce off of him and Ashton pouting, "Ashton! This is Natalie!" They were all over excited and Ashton greeted me with a hug, as did Luke. A little while after, Nicole and Rosie approached me, asking to be introduced. Once they had all met each other, they all mutually decided that they wanted to do shots and sent me off to find the required equipment.
I was a bit clumsy on my feet as I headed to the kitchen and with a help of a friend, I managed to find some shot glasses and vodka and was about to start making my way out of the kitchen when I bumped into someone.
"Watch it! I'm holding precious alcohol here!" I hissed, trying to rearrange my hold on everything.
"Let me help." It was Michael who took some of the glasses away from me before I dropped everything.
"If you're going to continue to be behind me constantly, you could at least make it more fun and bend me over." I stepped around him to find my mates and the boys. He was laughing and following me around the house for a good few minutes, why weren't they here? In the end, I just decided to stop. "Shots?" I raised the vodka and he was already pulling me towards a nearby table, amusement dancing in his eyes. He poured out the first shots and we took them simultaneously.
"Your friends leave you?" The amusement was still there.
"No, I felt sorry for you following me around like a lost puppy." I smiled sarcastically at him; his only reply was pouring another two shots and snorting with laughter.
The alcohol burned but soon enough I was use to it and stood up to show him my outfit. "I know it's short but I like it," I tried to give him a twirl but ended up falling on top of him instead. "That didn't go to plan." He was laughing as he lifted me from the sofa.
"Let's get your drunk ass to bed." He put one hand on my lower back and pushed me forward a little towards my stairs. It was clear after a few steps that I wasn't able to walk by myself but I was still shocked that he picked me up bridal style.
"It's too loud here, Michael," we were at the bottom of my stairs when we stopped.
"Do you want to go back to mine?" I was half asleep and this aggravated me.
"Does it look like I want to fuck right now?" Instantly I felt bad after looking at his face but it made me angry for a reason I couldn't put my finger on. He looked completely taken back and I wanted to rewind time and stop myself snapping at him.
"I don't either, you were just... It's quieter at my house." I sighed and just nodded, hoping he would understand and take me to his.
We didn't speak again till we were in his room and he had put me on his bed. I was intrigued to find out where he had gone but ended up falling flat onto the floor.
"Natalie?" I groaned on the floor and his head popped out from above me, amusement dancing in his eyes. "What are you doing, babe?"
"Chilling, what do you think?" I had no energy to get up and pouted, hoping he would help. Instead, he lent over the bed and softly pressed his lips against mine. He was hesitant and unsure but me kissing him back gave him a little more confidence. The kiss only lasted a few seconds and before I knew it he had jumped over the side, helped me into one of his tops and I was cuddled up against him. I mumbled against his chest, "I never said how good you look dressed as Spider-Man." and just before I drifted off to sleep, I felt his arms tighten around me.
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