Moan {HIATUS}

Taylor Swift (12)

Sasha~

"You're on in ten minutes ladies." The stage hand named Charles says, he then leaves and our stylist put the finishing touches on our make up.

"OK, so get this," CeeCee says scrolling through her phone,"Taylor Swift, in an interview, said that we are tacky and overdone. We are predictable and she wonders how we are as popular as we are."

"Seriously?" Ava asks.

"Not kidding. Listen to the interview." She plays it on her phone, and it's a little hard to hear but whatever.

"So what do you think of the girl band 'Raindrops on Your Eyelashes' Taylor?"

"Personally I think they are a bit tacky. I think their management and publicist have made them overdone and it's boring and predictable. It's a wonder how they are so popular." Taylor's snarky voice says. CeeCee pauses the video.

"I hate Taylor Swift." I huff.

"Yea, but that's because she made fun of your dress at the VMA's." Serena, my stylist says.

"Oh, hush Rana." I roll my eyes.

"She's right though." Ava clicks her tongue.

"I looked better than she did anyhow, 'cause I had two amazing sidekicks and an awesome stylist." Ava, CeeCee, and Serena aw.

"Oh hush, you sap." Serana rolls her eyes.

"No, but seriously guys. Taylor is just jealous." CeeCee reasons.

"Exactly!" I high five CeeCee.

-

"Ladies! How have you been?" Alan Carr claps his hands together excitedly.

"I've been great." CeeCee smiles.

"Wonderful! I've missed you Alan!" Ava says happily.

"I've missed you sassy ladies too! Now! Who wants a drink?" He asks, "I have these American drinks. Called Smirnoff Ice's. Any takers? Water? Ladies?"

"I'll just stick to water." CeeCee says.

"Me too." Ava waves her hand slightly.

"Oh, you party poopers! I'll take a Smirnoff, Alan." I say to him and he laughs.

"Two waters for grandmum and great grandmum and a Smirnoff for the party girl." He says as he gets the drinks. The audience laughs.

"Oi!" CeeCee scoffs.

"We are actually younger than her!" Ava teases. He hands us the drinks.

"I know, just teasing! Now! About this Taylor Swift thing! Have you heard?"

"Yea, actually we just heard about it, backstage. It's ridiculous." I roll my eyes.

"She just can't stop with you three can she?I don't understand what is with her." Alan says.

"We don't understand either Alan." Ava puts her hands up in surrender.

"Anyway, let's talk about the One Directon boys, yea?" As he says that a picture of them shows up on the screen, "Oh, look. There they are. Have you ladies been spending time with them?"

"Maybe." Ava blushes.

"Yes, we are actually pretty good mates now. Well, Ava and Liam aren't just mates." CeeCee trails off.

"What?" Alan gets this excited look on his face.

"Neither are Harry and CeeCee." Ava huffs. I laugh.

"Why you laughin'?" Alan looks at me.

"I dunno. She and Zayn are pretty chummy if you ask me." CeeCee says.

"OK! Hold on pause! Did you just say chummy?" I look at her.

"Yea, I did. It's a thing." She crosses her arms.

"No, it's not." Alan says.

"It's definetly not!" Ava agrees. CeeCee has turned kinda red.

"Sasha and Zayn went on a date!" As soon as CeeCee yells it, her eyes go wide and she slaps a hand over her mouth.

"Oh? Getting cheeky with the bad boy?" Alan looks at me.

"Maybe, maybe. It's a maybe." I blush like crazy. I am going to kill CeeCee.

I don't talk as much for the rest of the interview. Sitting, quielty plotting ways to kill CeeCee in my head.

"So how are you liking the new album so far, Sasha?" Alan asks me.

"Oh! It's going great! We are even doing a collaboration with-" I start but CeeCee and Ava both stop me.

"Sasha!" They yell at the same time.

"Oh! Right, it's a surprise. Whoops." I smile cheekily at Alan.

-

Then the interview is over and we are heading off to a charity event, we sing a couple songs, donate some money, then we are off to a fan meeting. After we go to the studio record a couple of things, then we go get dinner. Talking to fans, signing some stuff, and taking some pictures on the way. Next we have a shopping spree to buy a few things.

Finally we get back to the flat. We are all way to tired to do anything so we just head to bed. I text Zayn just shortly telling him what happened today, even though he probably already knows.

He replies with:

I don't really care if people think we are dating, wouldn't be a bad thing. Night xx

I reply to him with:

You cheeky bastard.. Night xxx

Ugh, so tired. I wish I could stay up all night and talk with Zayn. He ignites something in me. He is really funny and sweet, he understands me, he is amazing, and he is really fucking hot. So, I have hit the jackpot.

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Can I just thank you a million times for the 1K I have, I would write it a million times, but eugh. Takes too much effort.

Thank you

thank you

thank you

thank you

is four enough?

No? You ungrateful bastard. No, kidding I love you.

Cheers!