Savannah
Today just hasn't been my day at all, I thought as I drove home from my vocal session for the awards show. My voice was cracking and all over the place during my session; it couldn't have gone any worse. I wouldn't let the stress of it get to me because the show was only a few days away and having a stress induced breakout wouldn't be the best right before this big show; beside I had other things to do for the rest of the evening.
One thing is I had a hair appointment at my home which means that I stole my best friend from her boyfriend for the time being. Sure the guys had a show tonight and then would be coming to my house to stay for their break but I thought to bring Nicole here early because my hair was in need of a makeover. The roots were beginning to show horribly and I had finally accepted that I need to go back to my natural hair again; this being something that I haven't done in a long time.
The thought of having brunette hair again scared me as much as it had excited me.
A nice twenty minute drive and I was pulling into my driveway and waited as my gate opened. As I pulled forward I looked in my rear view window to see a jeep pull in behind me, Nicole in the driver's seat and music blasted loudly out the opened windows. I gave short chuckle hearing the music she was listening to as I waited for her to park so I could flip the switch to shut the gate on my sun visor.
"Welcome to the Whitley house." I said, getting out of my car to give her a hug and help with the bags she has almost falling out of her back seats. One long garment bag caught my eye and I immediately wanted to pull the sipper down.
"Is that the awards show dress?" She nodded, a shy smile covering her lips. My excitement rose. "I want to see it!" I started for the zipper when my hands were suddenly smacked away.
"Later, right now I want to get these bags inside and then get some dinner. Plane food is so bad."
With her bags in hand, I led her inside the house, giving her a quick brief about where things were downstairs before heading upstairs. She had the options of choosing whatever room she wanted to share with Luke, and as I thought she might, she opened the last bedroom door upstairs and immediately claimed it. The walls were a subtle gray with black and white décor. The room itself was fairly simple with the queen sized bed and little end tables surrounding it but was close to being my room whenever I first moved in. Now Cal and Ash would get to pick from the last two rooms.
I followed into the room behind her, placing the bags I had in my arms on the bed. Nicole had placed the rest of the bags on the floor before flopping down on the bed like a fish.
"So what are you thinking for dinner?" I asked, basically doing the same thing she did, only watching out for her bags.
"Literally anything, I'm so hungry I could eat a horse." She said making me laugh. "Okay, Chinese takeout with wine and movies work for you?" I mused, hoping it would work. I was definitely in the mood for some sweet and sour chicken. "That works for me, write your order down and I'll call it in then while we wait we can get wine and pick out some movies."
With about eight different containers of Chinese food goodness, a diet plan out the window, and a couple bottles of wine later, we were settling in on the couch. I had picked Wall-e because it was my favorite Disney movie and I just wasn't in the mood to watch anything scary.
"So we'll eat and drink now then here after the movie I'll do that hair for you." I had to stop for a moment. "After you drinking I should say no but I need my hair done." Which is true, time is running out and I don't know if there's time to fit a couple hours of hair work around my hectic schedule this weekend.
Michael
The plane touchdown around two thirty in the morning the Friday before the awards show. Luke and Ashton were basically stumbling through the airport, dead on their feet. Everyone one of us was tired but excited to be here. It was a surprise for Savannah and thankfully Nicole was all in for it. She was going to let us in the gate; which is what we were currently waiting for.
"You're sure this is her house?" Calum asked leaning forward from the backseat. "Yes, I've been here a couple times, Cal." I said, my fingers slowly tapping away at the steering wheel.
"Nicole is getting Vannah's keys." Luke told us, glancing up from his phone. We waited a couple seconds before a light brightened out vision and the gate doors opened; Nicole's small frame coming into view as we pulled up behind a black Jeep.
"She's in the shower so that gives you guys a little time to grab your bags and figure out sleeping arrangements. Michael, you already know the house so Luke, Cal, Ash follow me, please.
In a hustle we gathered our bags and headed inside, Nicole guiding the guys through the house and showing them around as I waited in the living room. The pit of my stomach growled from both hunger and me being anxious about seeing my girlfriend.
"Okay, there's one room upstairs if either of you want it and a couple downstairs. I'm sure y'all can tell which ones are available so go ahead and take your bags. It's not hard to get around from here. Luke and Nicole headed upstairs while the other two walked down a hallway off to the left of the living room. I grabbed my bags and followed them upstairs only to depart from the group as I stopped in front of Savannah's bedroom door.
Opening it, I was immediately hit with the smell of her favorite body soap. My eyes cast over to the black and red bedspread she had on her bed, unmade and all. With a chuckle at the odd little things I found in her room that she does, I kicked my shoes off and sat on the bed. Not even moments later I heard the sound of the shower turn off. My heart rate picked up just a bit as I listened to her feet shuffle on the floor. When the door handle started to rattle I hastily got up off the bed to greet her. As the small amount of steam seeped out of the door around Savannah, I raked my eyes up her body but stopped upon seeing her hair.
"Sur-." I said in shock of the dark chestnut color falling around her shoulders. "Prise?" She finished, a seemingly sheepish grin on her face.
I UPDATED! HOLY CROW DOES IT FEEL GOOD! lol hope you liked it, trying so hard to get it finished for y'all but everything has been a mumble jumble at my house sooooooo. ALSO POLYVORE FUCKING CHANGED TO SOME SHIT SO NOW I HAVE TO FIGURE OUT WHERE TO MAKE SETS AT. THANKS POLYVORE -SSENSE, YOU'RE FUCKING CRAP ANYWAY-
sorry for cussing but i just found this out as i was trying to login to post a set and fuck I'm pissed for this.
-Stay Beautiful <3
Courtney
Oh hey, Uh if you've not found a set making site yet. Urstyle is literally the exact same as Polyvore once was.
*Edited on 7/24/21*
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