Colorful (H.S) | ✔️

69

"So, I take it you guys worked everything out?" Audrey chirps in the morning, grabbing a banana. "From the sounds of it..."

"Shut up," I mumble, embarrassed. Harry and I went for multiple rounds last night. We were both truly deprived of each other. So deprived that I didn't realize anyone else would hear us. 

"That's good," she smirks, taking a seat next to me. 

My phone buzzes and I see a text from one of my group chats.

Girly girls:

E: Holy shit, I think Bitchzilla's leaving

S: No way!!! What??

E: Louis told me they broke up?!? Ellie! What's this about?

Me: Yeah, haha. We talked about it last night. 

E: And that's it?

S: OMG proud of you!!!

Me: Yep. They're done-zo. Glad she's actually leaving. Couldn't stand her.

I'm added to a new group chat and the texts flood in from there. 

Band + groupies:

Liam: Let's celebrate the departure of Bitchzilla

Niall: Agreed!!!

Sophia: AMEN

Zayn: Whatcha have in mind?

Harry: Bitchzilla? Who came up with that?

Everyone collectively texts my name.

Me: haha :)

Niall: Where are we going!!??!?!

Liam: Um... I know! Everyone have an overnight bag packed by seven.

Me: No, please tell me what to bring.

Liam: Ladies, bring your sluttiest dresses and a bathing suit. 

Eleanor: Oh God Liam. 

Harry: Hell no

Niall: Hmm... do you guys think my red dress is slutty enough?

Zayn: Shut up

Liam: Don't worry, we can always go shopping there. Just bring necessities.

I grow curious as to where we may be going, but it's obvious no one's going to say. Instead, I show all the messages to Audrey. She stifles a laugh as she reads through them.

"Wherever you're going, it sounds like a blast. You can always raid my closet but why do that when you can buy something there?"

I scoff. "Yeah, how can I pack if I don't even know where we're going?" 

"You definitely need a sexier swimsuit though. You can't let Harry see you in that thing you have."

"What!" I yelp. "It's not that ugly."

"Sis, my grandma owns something similar." 

I roll my eyes and smack her arm. "Fine, I'll buy one there, okay?"

She smugly smiles, proud of her convincing abilities. 

I genuinely don't know what to expect. An overnight bag could mean anything. Where would we even travel to? The options are literally limitless.

Hopefully, we won't be gone too long.

"Fuck," I groan. "I can't go. I have work!"

"Ask Drew to cover," she says nonchalantly.