Styling Styles

The One and Only

"Alan Carr, as in the Alan Carr?" I asked.

"The one and only!" Lou perkily replied with a smile. "Come on, it'll be fun!"

"But everyone watches Alan Carr! Everyone! I can't do this!" I was freaking out.

"Sure you can, love. Now come on, Louis' first." She let him come in and he sat down in front of me. He grinned at me in the mirror. "Don't worry love, I trust you." I took a deep breath and started working on his hair. After Louis came Zayn, Liam and Niall. Finally it was Harry's turn. Oh god. What shameless flirting was going to come my way this time?

He walked in with a cheeky grin, kissed my cheek and sat down. "You look gorgeous today, Felisha." I blushed and started working on his hair. "You should feel special, you know." He said. "Oh yeah? Why's that?" I answered him. "Cause I don't let just anybody run their hands through my curls." He said with a wink. I blushed again and stepped away from him. "You can go now." He pouted. "Aw, okay. I'll miss you though." He kissed me on the cheek again and walked out.

I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding. I took a minute to calm the butterflies in my stomach from talking to Harry. Wait, they're not from talking to Harry! They're from my nerves of my first time with the boys. Oh no wait, not like that first time! Oh whatever. Lou shot me a grin and an 'I-told-you-so' look before we both walked out to go watch the interview.

"They look good."

I jumped and turned to see who was talking. It was Paul. "Oh, thanks." "Harry giving you any grief yet?" He asked me. I blushed. Man, I seem to be doing a lot of that. "No, not really. They're all great." I told him. He nodded and went back to watching the boys, like I was doing. After the interview was over, they all came back to where we were and hugged me. "We looked beautiful, Felisha! Thanks babe!" I heard Louis say. I giggled. "No problem." Harry came over and kissed me on the cheek. He bent down and whispered in my ear, "You can run your fingers through my curls anytime." He pulled away and winked at me.

Strictly professional, strictly professional. I kept telling myself. I took a deep breath and turned to Paul. "Alright, so we're going on the buses tonight to go to Doncaster." He started, before getting interrupted when Louis let out a cheer. He raised his eyebrow at him, shutting him up, then continued. "Felisha, you can either go on the bus with Lou and the band or the bus with the boys. Your choice."

Lou quickly spoke up. "I do have to warn you before you make your choice, there are no guarantees that I won't wake you up, being pregnant and all. So if you value your sleep, I suggest you go with the boys."

"Professional, just professional," I said under my breath. I smiled at Lou. "That's fine, I'll go with you and the band." Paul nodded and we all got on the tour buses. Before I got on my bus I looked at the boys and when I caught Harry's gaze I thought I saw a hint of... Disappointment? Why would he be disappointed? I shook it off and boarded the bus. I crawled into my bed and immediately let sleep overcome me. Today had been a very long day.

A/N: Yay, Chapter 3! I've decided I'm going to upload this on Sundays from now.

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