Stacy's P.O.V
Fashion. That's always been where I felt truely complete, when Im dressing someone, or picking out my clothes for the day, and even sketching my own creations on paper. Fashion is where I am me and people could see it.
My clients are like a family to me. Cher's the older sister, Justin's the little brother, The Wanted are the five perverted cousins that always hit on your bestfriend, and has sexual innuendos attached to everything. I was happy.
Im even more happy when I get the rare oppurtunities to dress my clients in the clothes Ive made myself. Much like today. Cher Lloyd has a performance on the Today Show in Aulstralia coming up, and she wanted something totally unique, something orginal, something by me.
I came up with the idea of something cute and young looking. Something totally....Cher. A square patterned mini skit and cropped shirt. She skirt was kind of poofed out, creating the illusion of being young and childish. The shirt had a big bow on the front, and it fit her perfectly. She paired it with white frilly socks and white oxford like shoes.
Cher stood infront of the full length mirrors in the geust bedroom, checking herself out while I made alterations. A nice conversation flowed between the two of us as she striked random pose after pose. She came to my hose because I was too lazy to go to the office, and she was close. Laziness always prevails.
Her stomach grumbled and she rubbed it, pouting. "Im hungry." she whined. I laughed, look who's being a child. I looked at the clock, seeing it was a little past lunch time and called Niall into the room. My beautiful, Irish, shirtless boyfriend sauntered in, nodding in approval to Cher's oufit before looking at me to see what I wanted.
"We're hungry. Do you mind taking a trip to maccas?" I asked. Niall groaned. "Yeah because Im your butler." he muttered sarcasticly. I stopped what I was doing, walking towards Niall, and closing the door behind us, making sure Cher couldnt see or hear us.
I dragged him to our bedroom, also closing that door before turning to him. "Niall what's wrong?" I asked. He didnt budge, didnt say anything. "Niall.." I started again. "What's wrong?" I said again.
He sighed, shaking his head. "Nothing. I'll go get your maccas." he muttered, side stepping me and walking out the flat. I attempted to follow him but he slammed the front door in my face, stopping me in my tracks. I slowly turned around, seeing Cher standing there, holding the outfit in her hands. She flashed me a sympathetic smile.
I felt the lump in my throat grow bigger and my mouth go dry as tears effortlessly fell from my eyes. I irgnored Cher's calls, locking myself in the bedroom. My back rested against the door as I slid down it, my head in my hands as I sobbed. We were so perfect. We had no drama, no lies, no secrets. But for some reason, I feel like that has changed.
Niall's P.O.V
Feeling completely guilty for storming out like that, I walked through the streets of London, trying to clear my head. You know, sort through some things.
Stacy doesnt deserve any of this. She's been nothing but kind, and caring, and suportive. And how do I repay her? By sleeping with some random fan and then taking it out on her. I hate myself for being this way with her. I hate myself for doing this to her. I hate myself even more for taking it out on her.
"Niall?" I turned around at the sound of her voice. Not Stacy's, Summer's.
