My alarm goes off but I hit snooze and fall back asleep. I roll over onto my stomach and sigh. I blink my eyes open and grab my phone. One P.M. I shake my head and sigh again. I never sleep in this late. I kick the duvet off me and find my way to the shower. I had a shower yesterday but I feel the need to have one. Wash my hair and curl it without heat. Which will take at least three hours because my hair doesn't curl. I quickly wash my body and hair and then clamber out. I towel dry my and then twit it to pin it up. Hopefully they will stay will in place.
I run to the bedroom and put on some lounging clothes, joggers and a baggy top. I leave Niall to sleep because I got him up yesterday. I tip toe down stairs and almost choke at the fact Ash is sprawled out across the sofa. I put the kettle on and begin my usual morning routine. I switch on the radio and listen to some music whilst I drink my tea.
"You look so hot like that." Ash half yawns and half laughs.
"F off." I roll my eyes and pass him a mug over.
"Stop hitting on my girlfriend." Niall calls from upstairs.
"Yeah Ash. Stop hitting on me." I snigger.
"Shut up blondie."
"Eat cake Jerk off." I nudge him.
"Eat cake, fine with me."
"Real girls eat cake." I go sit down on the sofa and decide to go onto my twitter. I tweet about my gallery opening and hope for people to turn up at eight P.M. So I'll have to be there for at least seven. That gives me plenty of time.
I switch the t.v on and begin watching Spongebob. When I check my phone again it's five thirty. Shit I think to myself. I run upstairs and find Niall already getting ready for tonight. I guess Ash is getting ready here. I roll over my bed and practically launch myself into the wardrobe where the bag is containing my dress. Niall walks out of the bathroom and into the bedroom as I'm taking my top off.
"Leave." I say sarcastically because I know he is staring at me.
"What? I can't admire my own girlfriend? Who is pretty smoking hot with her hair like that if I may add." Niall replies.
"I know she is." I grin and slide the dress over my head.
"Me and Ash will meet you there." Niall declares.
"You sure?" I ask turning around. He nods and walks down stairs. I grab my make-up bag and start with my foundation. I then go over my eye kids with a shimmery white that ombrés into a light gold. I glide eyeliner across my lid and then put the mascara on. I two tone my lips purple and red before I finally take down my hair into almost purple curls. I spray some sweet sing perfume on and then get my Chanel heels. I slip them on and grow a few inches. I call a taxi and wait until it gets here.
I lock the front door and make my way to the taxi feeling very uncomfortable in my outfit.
............
I walk to the door of my gallery, looking at the floor to make sure I won't fall. I open the door and glance up at a massive crowd of people. This is more than a few people. At least fifty. And holy mother fucking God of pop tarts! My boyfriend is stood next to Ed Sheeran and Ellie Goulding. My two biggest idols are in my gallery.
"Surprise two." Niall grins.
"This isn't a surprise, this is you trying to make me have the best nervous breakdown ever." I smile with tears in my eyes.
"Hi," Ed holds his hand out for me to shake. "Great artwork." He admires my work.
"Thank you so much." I don't know if I should compliment him or not.
"What's your favourite song of mine?" He randomly asks.
"Thinking out loud." I blurt out.
"Thank you." He adds just before he walks to the stage.
Ellie meets him there and he picks up his guitar. Next thing I know, they're both singing thinking out loud.
Niall takes his place beside me and wraps his arm around my waist.
"And you still take my breath away." Niall whispers.
"I hate you so much that I love you." I whisper back.
"I hate you too." Niall pulls me into him.
The song finishes by far too soon and Ellie calls me up onto stage. At first I just stand there, wide eyed, until Niall pushes me forward a little. I take small steps until I reach the small little step. I step up and face the crowd. A whistle comes from the audience.
"Thank Ash." I say into the microphone. I really don't know what I'm supposed to say and if I don't sort myself out I will just end up babbling away.
"Thank you for coming and a massive thank you to Niall and Ash for making this all possible. And a massive thank you goes out to my nan. I don't really know what to say, so get drunk and enjoy yourself." I half smile and walk as fast as I can off of what's the stage for the night.
I help myself to a glass of champagne and talk to some producers about designing posters and album covers for artists. They give me their contact number and slowly everyone dwindles away until there is only me and the boys.
I begin clearing away as soon as the last person leaves. There are random glasses everywhere. Ash decided story help me because he's a sweetheart like that.
"I must admit, a gold bandana is quite creative." I say as I put the last glasses onto the desk. I sold half of my paintings in one night and made over $1000 in doing so.
The lads go back to Niall's apartment and I agree to meet them there once I've finished clearing up here.
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Unexpected
FanfictionI don't even like One Direction. So how the hell did I start dating one of them? And how did I become best friends with 5 Seconds Of Summer?
