Little Me [Zerrie]

5

perrie

I dreamt of seeing the girls again. That's my only wish now that I'm here without them. I remembered that I have a doctor's appointment with Zayn so I rubbed my tired eyes and hopped into the shower. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to take a shower at night, in the morning, or both so I'll just stick with both for now.

I'm not sure how I smell, but I feel and look clean for once. I scrubbed my teeth and brushed my hair. On the bathroom counter, there were these weird contraptions that I've never seen before. There was a blinking red light on one of them and it suddenly stopped blinking.

I picked up the contraption by the silver metal part and dropped it immediately. It was burning hot and I yelped. My palm was burning red already and I gripped it in pain.

"Oh my dear, what have you done?!" a woman ran into the bathroom.

"T-that thing! That thing is so hot!" I blubbered to the woman and she quickly brought me over to the sink. She turned the water ice cold and held my hand under it.

"That's a curling iron. It curls your hair but in order to do that, it has to be hot." she explained.

"Why is it on? Are you using it?" I asked.

"No, you are." she said. "Is your hand better? Here, I'll go get you some ice. Back in a sec!"

I glared at the 'curling iron' and wondered why anyone would want to put heat to their hair. Wouldn't your hair burn off just at the touch? I'm pretty sure my hand is scorched from that iron and I don't want to use it on my hair.

The woman came back with a bag of ice and told me to hold it in my burned hand. It was too cold at first and it actually hurt a little but I eased into it quickly.

"Thank you." I said and the woman smiled sweetly. "If you don't mind me asking, who are you?"

She stuck out her hand for me to shake. "Zayn hired me to be your stylist and help you out with your adjustment. My name is Candy."

I shook her hand. "My name is Flower. Did Zayn give you that name?"

Candy nodded. "He says I'm too sweet, like candy."

I giggled. "He says I remind him of a flower. He's taking me to see some flowers after my appointment today. I hardly know what they are."

"They are miraculous things!" she gleamed. "You'll surely love them. And you remind me of a flower too." she said. "Let's get started on your hair, shall we? I'm thinking purple."

"Purple? Purple what?"

"Purple hair." she said as if it was obvious.

"You want my hair purple?!" I shrieked. "I'll look silly!"

She cupped my cheeks with her hands. "You'll look beautiful. Now sit in the chair and lean your head back into the sink."

I did as told and while she made my hair purple, we got to know each other. I only had to ask her one question before she told her whole life story. All I did was ask where she was from. I didn't mind about her rambling though because the story was quite interesting.

"I was born in India--"

"Where is that?" I interrupted her.

"Far from here, I should say. But I was born in India and raised there my whole life. When I was seven, my father and I left my mother because she just wanted him for his money. My father was a wealthy man in our village, you see. And my father wanted me to have a mother that would actually care for me, and she didn't. So we left the village and found ourselves in a new town nearby."