Black Out {One Direction}

Chapter Eighteen {One Direction, Directioners, and Directionators, OH MY!}

Chapter Eighteen

{One Direction, Directioners, and Directionators, OH MY!}

 

 

            “It’s uncomfortable!” I groan as I am running and jumping around. The skinny jeans weren’t getting any looser though.

                “It’s your size!” The stylist argues. I stop and put my hands on my hips.

                “You saying I have gained weight?” I scoff, narrowing my eyes at her.

                “No.” She squeaks, running off in the other direction. I bounce into the boys’ dressing room and wiggle my eyebrows at Louis who is pretty much naked. All he has on is a pair of boxers. Wow, look at that body. He’s works out.

                “Did you get another one to run away?” Zayn laughs, making his way over to me. He’s got a white t-shirt on and boxers, sadly. Ah, I’ll just stare at Louis.

                “Maybe.” I wiggle my eyebrows, throwing Zayn’s jacket at him. He smiles, mouthing a ‘thank you’ and then putting it on. The jacket has a ‘M’ on it for Malik.

                “YOU KNOW YOU- Oh, hey Ryan!” Harry runs over to us, blushing like crazy.

                “YOU KNOW YOU WANT SOME OF THIS!” I scream for him, running a hand down my body in a funny way. All three boys crack up, making me smile. Yep, I could get used to these boys.

                Wait, what? Huh? No. I did not just say that. Shiz nitz, I’m starting to like them.

                “Come on guys, time to go on stage.” Simon barks and we all look at each other, starting to laugh. Simon pulls me into the other dressing room, throwing some clothes at me. I change into them quickly and do my own hair and makeup. Yes, I am that cool. Thanks for noticing.

                “BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE!” I scream running back into the boys’ dressing room. All five are together now, changing into their own clothes. They all have their regular outfits on. Zayn’s got a varsity jacket, Louis’ got a striped shirt and suspenders, Harry has a tux looking outfit, Niall has a polo shirt and Liam has a checkered shirt. Then there is me, weirdo me.

                I have a tight pair of purple and white paint splattered skinny jeans on. My tank top is silver, sparkly and looks pretty cool, well I think. My hair is up in a bun with a grey head band holding the little hairs back. I’ve got a pair of purple and grey TOMS on also. Yep, I’m starting a new style. Be jealous.

                “Let’s go!” Paul barks and we all hurry into the hall that leads to the stage. Oh, I’m so nervous. The first song will be sang by Louis and I. Yes, that’s going to be so fun.

                “Go!” Paul barks once again, handing us all microphones. Zayn makes his way onto stage first and the screams of the girls in the crowd get loud. Niall comes out next, jumping in the air. Harry’s next, flipping his hair once he gets there. And Liam walks with swag over to his boys. Louis and I walk out together and I’m overwhelmed by the people in the crowd who are cheering.

                “Hello!” Liam shouts into the microphone. “Thanks for having us! We’re going to have a different type of concert today, and you’re the first to experience it. Louis and Ryan are going to sing a song together!”