This, is Touri Cowell.

Shagging

The morning of our flight I was so absorbed in my white iPhone Lindsey had to guide me through the air port so I didn't run into anybody. I was texting my two best friends Erika and Ashley, we were planning our night out when I got there. I was way to prepared for our night, I slept in this morning and I just got up from my nap on the plane. Now me and Zayn were arguing about who should get what part in the song we were writing right now. The notes are way higher then what a male vocal should be hitting. I should be entitled to the solo. As we landed I ignored Lindsey's instructions, went to the baggage claim and made a dash for my flat. I lived next door to Louis and Harry so I could get Baby from Eleanor before I went home. Baby's my puppy, Harry loves cats, I love dogs. All dogs, especially Baby. She was tiny, she had fluffy, long white hair, floppy ears and crystal blue eyes. I went home and took a nap for a few hours and waited for Ashley to call me up. When she did I told her to come over while I prepared my face for our night out. I wound my long brown hairs into curls around my purple wand curler. The curls fell down my back, a red, backless mini dress that showed off my blotch of leopard print tattoo across my back. Don't laugh, I was extremely drunk and I thought the artist was cute. I curled my long lashes one last time and tweaked up some more or my overly dramatic make-up before I slid into my silver ankle-high stilettos. I flipped my bangs out of my face and called Ashley over,

“How do I look?”

“Great! Can we go get Liam and Zayn now? We've been waiting for like... 2 hours.”

I laughed and pulled her out to the stairs where I pounded on Harry and Louis' door where Liam and Zayn waited for us. I got into the car, I always loved driving to the clubs. I would speed down the roads in my black Lamborghini and blast music extra loud to get our ears used to the noise. Once we got into the club I ushered my entourage over to bar where I bought the first round of shots. I ordered a big glass of something fruity and strong and took Zayn by the hand to the dance floor. Liam was deemed designated driver and he and Ashley were by the bar with my belongings chatting and throwing glances at me. After a few more shots and some more fruity drink I didn't even know who I was grinding on, Zayn? Someone that looked like Zayn? All I knew the more slurred my words got the better I felt. By the end of the night my dancing friend and I stumbled into my back seat snogging sloppily while Liam and Ashley drove us home. Who was I with? All I knew was, I was going to regret this in the morning.

I blinked into my dark room. The grey walls and black curtains were perfect for someone with a hangover. The pounding in my head magnified as I tried to think of where my phone was. I threw my arm over searching my other side for my phone. My arm passed over something warm. I sat up, shit. I brought somebody home. But who? His end of the blankets were pulled over his head. I backed out of the bed careful not to disturb my “Partner” I pulled on a large white v-neck and some underwear and poked around in the pile of clothes that sat at the end of my bed. What did Zayn go to the club in? Oh well, all I was worried about were the pictures that may have made it on the Internet by now and the publicist that was probably blowing up my phone right now. I got my phone and scrolled through the messages on my phone,

Erika: Hey are you in London yet

Louis: Where are you guys? It's already 4 in the morning and you're not home?

Harry: Keep it down? You're really loud.

Harry: Wait... Who did you take home?

I tapped in a message to Harry,

I don't know but can you and Lou come over and make me breakfast?

Harry: It's 2 in the afternoon.

Make me breakfast Harry.

Within minutes I heard my door open in my flat. It was now up to me to get this mystery guy out of my bed. I tip-toed to the bedside and pulled the cover up off his head and yelled at myself mentally...