Painted Faces, Fill the Places. xx (One Direction Love Story)

Aaliyah Ealijah Moon Sonenclare-Evans.

Yea, going with Liyah as a stage name made everything much more easier. 

Yesterday was probably one of the best days of my life, not everyday does one sell out over 49 million copies of their newest album, be inducted into the Hollywood Walk of Fame, set up a world headlining tour, get a kiss on the cheek  from Johnny Depp himself after receiving an award for Best Actress in a Leading Role at the Oscars (Believe it or not I was more excited for the KISS) 

Not to mention, finally turn 19 years old. Hm, so let's see what you've figured out: Yes I'm a singer/performer, I'm only 19 years old ( and accomplished a mighty heap of goals of my list), a voice over actress, not to mention part time acting roles in things other than animated movies and I just got married to the hottest man on earth, Chris Hemsworth. 

. . .Well everything was true but that last part. But COME ON, who wouldn't want to marry that beautiful man? Just me? I didn't think so.

Life had been going nothing short of swell, I was meeting with my manager today to talk about the upcoming tour. I was doing a full blown out set throughout major venues around the United States. Oh joy. Work. . . .believe it or not, I may do a lot but I'm truly a lazy eating machine monster at heart.

If I could only be back at the hotel room scarfing down those Oreo Cakesters underneath those warm layers upon layers in my suite. But yea, completely not an option ! I couldn't just tell my driver to turn back around now. . . .oh so tempted. 

"Jake! Can't we just call up Mike and say that the car broke down, I can go back to sleep and you my dear guard, wouldn't have to waste your time looking after me!" My smile probably went from the  sweet I intended to looking borderline creepy.

Jake was my bodyguard for all useful intended purposes, a bit sadistic that man was. He had a habit of letting fans get about as crazed as a pack of wild wolves, huddling around me before he actually comes to my rescue. He was 35, about as tall as Shaquille' O Neal but about as un-muscular as a giraffe. . giraffes?. . . . . yea... I already said it, I'm sticking to it.

Along with Jake, I had my eccentric, all up in my business, your business and your mama's business- hair and makeup stylist, Katerina. My mom introduced us, go figure. She was only 25 and tried to reel in about every male celebrity that she came across. She was a beautiful lady I'll give her that- Just oh-so-in yo' face. . . . .Ignore me. Honestly I don't know what I talk about half the time.  

I pulled out my iPhone, heading straight for Twitter, as I updated: Oh joy, being kidnapped by Jake is always funx10 I'll give you 5 gummy bears for the first person to get me out of this car. xxx

With a pout, I tucked my phone back into the odd triangular shaped bag, I had been given. But whatever, let's roll with it. 

My wardrobe stylist, Cameron, or Cammy the D. (Short for Diva) My overly flamboyant, lovable ( in serious need of an intervention) shoots the other way, gay and proud wardrobe stylist. He lets me tune into my own fashion needs without sending me out looking like someone from  Cirque De Soliel. 

All of us were unfortunately crammed into my "driver"'s car who I never did have a conversation with. You'd think I'd exchange a few words with the guy who's been driving us around since the first day I entered the recording studio. Aha. . .I should really get on that.

"Li, we're not going anywhere but straight to that meeting. Mike has some big news for you, which we're all hoping you'll take it well. . . " He trailed off, his eyes glued to the window from the front seat as he didn't bother to even look around at me. 

"What the fuzz could be so important? Mike's meetings aren't ever serious, I don't even know why he doesn't just text me the news. We only ever meet for 10 minutes, tops. Bleh." I sulked down in the middle seat, sitting up almost immediately as I heard a warning from Kat. My black hair had been curled to perfection in ringlets and my dear stylist, hated to see a hair out of place. 

With a sigh, I hopped out the car as my seemingly (now suspicious- could very well be a serial killer with 5 babies and a part time mafia head honcho) opened the door, letting us all escape that awkward car ride. 

Cammy practically shoved my outfit on me today, but I was too tired to even care. A yellow bandeau, with an oversized blue jacket and le random blue and black graphic print pants, paired with le yellow heels of a length that should be forbidden from any woman under 25. But regardless, I had to admit I loved the outfit, even if I did have no say this time around. I knew he only wanted to help. "Li baby, if I see you so much as slump around in that ensemble, me and you are gonna have an all out brawl. You look too cute to be walking like you Quasemodo, with a humpback and everythang."

I couldn't even help but laugh as we turned the corner, fans were already lined up outside, screaming, tears, presents, photography and of course my favorite people, the papparazzi. 

"Liyah, over here!" "Just one picture please!" "Oh my god you sexy bitch, work!" "I wanna have yo babies, Liyahhhhh!" "I love you Li!" 

Yea. Believe it or not, you get used to it after the 15th or so time you hear it. 

But regardless, my smile was forced to turn on and I tried my best to not walk like a zombie that had just came back to life. "I love you too!" I said in a tone as bubbly as I could muster, I walked over to a small group of fans, doing a quick signing on their posters, books, blah blah blah. I looked up at the girl, giving a small smile, I could see her lips moving but over the screaming she literally just looked like a mime or something.

I don't know why they always assumed I could hear them. . . .but of course, I just smiled and nodded and gave a fake smile for the picture as she shoved her phone in my face. "One Direction. . . ?" 

I'm not sure how loud I said it, must have been loud enough because it was like a roar of cheers erupted from the girls in front of me. I had been in a daze staring at about 50 posters from behind the gates of the boys faces' and bromances and all that good chizz. 

"But why would-" As if cutting me off wasn't enough, I felt a strong jerk on my arm, and looked up to see Jake with that tired look he always got in a couple of minutes in after dealing with the public.

"That's enough, Mike's calling for you." With a wave and a bright smile, I scanned through the crowd quickly, before turning around and heading inside with Jake. 

"Did you see all those One Direction posters? I think my fans are starting to lose it now. Aren't they in like London or something?" My face was nothing more of confused as I aimlessly walked after Jake, passing through several halls as I entered the room, still not paying much attention. "Mike, I can't tell you how much One Direction posters I've seen. I must be missing something here. It's not like they're in the building anyway?" I said with a bit of a chuckle as I looked up to see five gorgeous faces grinning straight at me.

"It's cause we're here, love." Louis Tomlinson said out with a bit of a slight pitch difference to almost every word. 

I snapped myself out of it, as I had been practically gawking at them for a few minutes. "Ah. . ha.." I let out an awkward laugh, as a smile lit up my face. "That would explain everything wouldn't it."

What the hell did I just get myself into? One Direction in my manager's office, with me, and Mike, and Jake, and my awkwardness had just been unleashed. Great way to make a first impression Aaliyah, way to go. . . honestly you my dear deserve a medal. 

Yea, I'll fight with myself another time, 5 gorgeous foreign boys with accents I am extremely jealous of, are all staring at me with mischievous grins. Nothing weird about that is there?

 ----------------Author's Note

Wrote this a few months ago. Tyring to "revive" it from the pits of my brain at the moment.

Have some faith with me on this hah . . 

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