Look Into My Eyes (A 1D Fan Fic)

Chapter 15- Childish Fun

*Katherine's POV*

The girls' screams increased as they caught sight of Harry. Paps began throwing questions at us.

'Why are you with Zayn's new girlfriend?'

'Katherine, did you move on from Zayn to Harry? Who are you going for next?'

'SLUT! Get away from my husband!'

'You broke up Zerrie Edlik!'

That was such a weird combo, I thought to myself. I mean their names are hard to combine but still...

I felt a shove and Harry reached out to catch me. He glared to his left at the fan that pushed me, I guess. Sheesh they really do hate the 1D girlfriends.

We somehow got to car finally, but not before more screams and questions. Harry ignored them and told me to do the same. I was more than happy to oblige.

I sat down at the car and was met with stares.

'That's the messiest I've ever seen your hair,' Zayn said, eyes wide.

'It looks like you just woke up, love,' Louis told me.

'Is that safe for her? I mean her hair has always been immaculate. Who knows how she'll react to having a bird nest planted on her,' Niall said in between bites of his burger. How the hell did he even get that?!

Since the boys kept looking at me, I finally gave into the itch I had to see my appearance. I grabbed my mirror out of my bag, and saw that I looked as bad as all the boys were saying. My hair was all tangled, from who knows what, and my romper, I saw as I looked down, which was belted at the waist, was all uneven.

All in all, I looked like a mess.

I groaned and attempted to fix my appearance. I didn't have a comb or brush, which I usually did, so I went with my very own finger-comb. After my hair was decent and I fixed my romper, I figured I was okay for the public eye.

I checked my hair one more time and bit my lip. It still looked a bit crazed. I sighed.

'None of you would happen to have combs or brushes, would you,' I said to the boys, who were still laughing at me.

The chances of them having were like, one in a million.

'Zayn does. He always has one on him,' I heard Niall say.

I looked expectantly at Zayn. 'Well?'

'Hey, this brush is for the Zayn master only. I can't let a girl use it!' he exclaimed, taking out a bristle brush. Just what I needed.

I glared at him. He glared at me. If this was what it took to get that brush from him, then I will glare all day.

'Give me your brush,' I said menacingly.

'Make me,' he taunted like a little kid.

'Zayn, do you remember what happened to Harry this morning?' I said, examining my nails as the threat settled in.

'You wouldn't,' he said, and I looked up at his face, which morphed from smirking to his mouth hanging open in shock and fear.

'Oh, but I would,' I said, smiling evilly at him.

'I guess you aren't the sweet girl I thought you were,' Zayn said, passing me his brush.

'No, I just make very good threats!'

He rolled his eyes and I told him jokingly, 'From the words of a wise master, if you keep doing that, you're eyes will either fall out or stay like that.'