Butterfly ✿ h.s.

Chapter ✿ 5

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Holly's POV

"Wakey wakey !" A loud noise in my ear jolts me awake and I almost fall out of bed.

"Why.Are. You. Here. Poppy." I grumble, trying to keep my eyes closed, but failing as I see the broad sunglight peeking through my windows. 

"Because knowing you, you'll sleep in and not wake up in time for the shoot, which by the way starts in an hour, which is at 9."

"Seriously?" I whine, pulling myself out of bed. "By the way, nice outfit." I shuffle over to the wardrobe where I pull out a black and white striped top and some white skinny jeans.

"Thanks." Poppy absentmindedly twirls in front of my full-length mirror. She has black skinny jeans on, and a black crop top that says 'I'd rather wear flowers around my head than diamonds around my neck.', and black boots. She left her hair natural, which is what I decide to do as well. After doing some light makeup, I slip on my bangles and my shoes. "Ready to go?" she asks. I nod and we head out to my car. In the car, we sing along to some Coldplay and Kodaline.After realising that I haven't eaten breakfast, I pull out my favoutite lollies from the center console. I munch on them until we pull into the garage of the building Lou instructed us to go to, and we park. As we get out, we grab our makeup boxes and I see a sign that says 'One Direction Staff', so we decide to follow that sign, which leads us to an elevator. On entering the elevator, we press number 22 which says underneath it '1D'. When we arrive at the correct floor. I'm taken aback by the mania. To the right of the room is makeup, and to the left is fashion and in the middle is where the photoshoot will take place, and there are at least 30 people running around talking into headsets. Before we can go anywhere, 2 big burly security guards block our way. 

"Name." One of them grunts. 

"Poppy and Holly," we say. 

"Nope. Not on the list. You'll have to move along little ladies." The other security guard growls. 

"Probably fans hoping that they can sneak in." The first one laughs. 

"Excuse me?" I fume. "I'll have you know that we -" A thick male voice interrupts my rant.

"Ey mate let 'em in, they're with us" The two guards turn around and Zayn emerges. He looks at the guards and they back off quickly mumbling something about not being paid well enough. "Sorry 'bout that, they're not regulars." 

"That's okay. Where are we needed first?" I try to compose myself. 

"Well Lou said she wants you first, but so did Caroline, so..." 

"We'll head over to Lou then." I decide.

"Oh, and just a heads up, Liam's a bit upset. Uh, Sophia broke up with him last night." Zayn scratches the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable. Poppy and I both gasp. "Yeah, he's gutted. Apparently it was because of the tour." I shake my head, upset for Liam. "Well let's head over then, ey?" We all walk over to the makeup station, where 5 makeup tables are all set up. 

"Hey loves!" Lou calls and runs over, kissing us both on the cheeks. "So this is  what's going to happen. As a test, you will both be required to do 2 boys hair, makeup and styling, and Poppy don't worry about the coreography, Paul got some great reccommendations from your old dance studio so that's all sorted. Holly, you're going to do.." Lou trails off and looks down at a clipboard on one of the makeup tables. "Harry and Liam. You heard about the-" she starts and I nod, so she stops and moves on to Poppy. "Poppy you'll be doing Niall and Zayn." Poppy smiles, obviously glad she's working on Niall. "He put in a special request for  you," Lou smiles."Actually, so did Harry!" Lou says on consulting her clipboard. I try and stop myself from grinning. "So over each makeup table there is a sign with a boys name on it, so just put your boxes there and get started!" Lou smiles yet again and walks off with a wave. Poppy and I walk over to our tables, and start unpacking. Within minutes, the boys start to trickle in, until Liam, the last one, walks in. His head is down, but even from the other side of the room, I can hear his sobs. He makes his way over to me. Before he can sit down at the makeup table, I lean forward and hug him. He wraps his broad arms around me, and I can feel the sobs racking his body. As he pulls back, I look at him in the eyes.