One Direction Short Stories

Hair Dye Is Permanent, You Know

Niall's POV

It was a fine January evening. I was sitting in Louis and Harry's house with the rest of the lads. I was eating my popcorn when suddenly an idea popped into my head; I should dye my hair! Not boring blonde, an exciting colour!

"Liam!" I tapped on my best friends arm who was currently talking to Zayn about out next tour.

"Liam!" I called again. I was getting a little impatient.

Finally, he turned around, his chocolate brown eyes staring deep into my soul. Well, at least it seemed that way.

"Hm...?" He seemed kind of annoyed with me, but then again he was really interested in organizing our upcoming tours and events.

"I want to dye my hair!" I stated proudly.

"Oh Niall, don't you already dye you hair?"

"I know, but an exciting colour, like black! Ooh, what about red?"

"Niall, your going over you head."

I tilted my head to the side, creating the illusion that I was confused.

"What I mean is that dying your hair isn' as great as it seems. You'll like it for a week or two, but then you'll get bored. Besides, you look cute as a blonde, Niall." He ruffled my hair, followed by a 'humph' from me. He turned back to Zayn and continued talking about our tour. Maybe I should consult someone else...

"Harry!" A mop of curly hair appeared from the kitchen.

"Waddup, mate?"

"I wanna dye my hair!"

All I got in response was a laugh. Okay, definitely not Harry.

"Louis!"

He walked out from the bedroom sullenly. What was him problem? Anyways...maybe I should have another approach at this...

"Should I dye my hair?" He stared at me long and hard.

"You think I care?" Boy, someones a little cranky today.

There was only one person left; Zayn. Oh well, it was worth a shot.

"Zaynie!" Zayn was on the couch, but wasn't talking to Liam anymore. I had no idea where Liam was now, but that wasn't my problem right now.

"Should I dye my hair? I really really want to, I'm tired of being the blonde. I need your help." I gave it my all, considering that he was my last chance.

"Well, whatever floats you boat. You just gotta ride the roller coaster that's life."

I frowned, not happy with his response. I looked down and sighed. Who do I consult now?

"Well, I guess I could help you. I have the perfect look for you." He smiled at me, and I returned his friendly gesture. He took my hand and dragged me to the familiar bathroom. I sat down on the toilet seat.

"Here we go..."

Two hours later, my neck was aching from sitting up so long.

"Zaaaaayn?" I complained. "Is it done?"

"Um, yes, actually it is. You just need to shower." I leapt off the seat I had been sitting in for two hours, both eager and excited to see my new hair. I stood in front of the mirror and closed my eyes. I was actually quote nervous. What if I didn't like it? Then again, I did ask for it....

I slowly but carefully opened my eyes. The person staring back at me was certainly not Niall Horan. They couldn't be, could they?! The figure standing parallel of me had jet black hair with a blonde streak through it, resembling a skunk. I looked so...Zayn. ZAYN!

"I'm going to kill you!" I turned around, only to discover Zayn, smirking but at the same time looking like he was witnessing his dog dying.

And that's how One Direction ended up with two Zayn's for a month.