Dress Me ||z.m.

The Scavenger Hunt

"Thank you so much, Paris! You were incroyable!" Harry shouted at the thousands upon thousands of screaming fans. I giggled to my notebook when I noticed he used one of the words that were in the 'French to English' book we purchased prior to the show.

Even though I'm cooped up in the dressing room, you can still hear the boys and fans loud and clear. I decided to sketch some designs and have some Maliah Time.

"Look at you," My concentration was broken by Caroline's voice. "You remind me so much of myself, Li." I smiled and she took a chair from the closet and sat next to me.

"What were like when you were younger, Carol?" I asked, noticing that I absentmindedly sketched a picture of Zayn. I discreetly closed the notepad and sat up to give Caroline my full attention.

"Hm, well like I said I was a lot like you. Ambitious, focused, beautiful," She flipped her hair and I couldn't help but laugh. If you saw Carol, you wouldn't be able to guess her age. Her flawless complexion and nice body didn't make your guess easy at all. "Outgoing, funny, a little bit on the crazy side...but most importantly," She leaned over and grabbed my hands, holding them between hers. "Smart. And not just in a knowledgeable way but in everything you do. You have such a bright future ahead of you, Maliah. Hell, you have a bright present." She talked so highly of me and the last thing I wanted to do was disappoint her. I wrapped my arms around her and she followed my motion.

"Thank you so much, Caroline. Not only for the compliments but...everything." She nodded and broke our little embrace and stood to exit the room.

"Bye bye petite dame." She waved, tossing the 'French to English book in my lap, winking. I giggled and repeated her gesture.

"I guess that book came in handy." I said to myself, retrieving my sketch pad from the floor. I sat back on the couch, shading in a dress I was working on before Carol walked in. Well, not really before, since I was drawing Zayn. My eyes rested on the face that laid on the white page. Of course, it didn't do him much justice, since he's 10x more handsome, but I was able to point out some keen details. Like his eye shape, jawline, and lips. If you saw the sketch then you would be able to spot out who it was. The only thing that shocked me was the fact that I doodled this and I hadn't even realized it.

Suddenly, I heard muffled voices coming down the hall and I knew that in any minute the boys were going to come rushing in. I closed my pad and walked over to place it in my tote bag. As soon as I turned to sit back on the couch, the door opened, revealing the blonde headed one.

"Maliah, wassup girl?" He asked, holding the door open. I watched as they piled in, some sweaty, but all, happy.

"Nothing much. How was the show?" I took my seat on the couch and Harry plopped down next to me, causing the leather to make a fart like noise.

"It was the couch," He crossed his middle finger over his index. "I swear." I giggled at his action, bringing my attention to the other four that sat on the floor in front of me.

"It was awesome. Louis busted his ass during a water fight. He was all," Niall stood and fell backwards. "It was hilarious." He rolled his eyes, laughing. Although, a part of me felt bad that he possibly could've gotten hurt, I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of that booty hitting the stage.

"Well, I'm glad you two are getting such a laugh out if this but you should know that my ass is very sore." This time we all bursts into a fit of laughter. All except Louis, who sighed in defeat. What makes it funnier is that Louis rarely gets to be on this end of the stick; Usually he's causing it.

"Sorry Lou." Zayn apologizes through chuckles.

"No, I don't accept your apology. You didn't even help me when I fell! You just stood over me and emptied the rest of your water bottle." He threw one of the couch pillows at Zayn's head and smirked when it hit his face. Our laughter died down and Liam was the first to speak.