Crossroads of Life

Chapter 4

I squeezed the water out of my soaked hair while standing in my shower. I pulled open the glass door and stepped out into my bathroom. My feet fell upon my new fuzzy bath mat as I wrapped myself in a soft purple towel.

It was about seven o’clock when I arrived home from the tour meetings. I had spent most of the day running schedule information with the boys, which Paul, the crew and I had come up with last week.

I informed them about pretty much all they needed to know, which wasn’t a whole lot, but took a long time considering the constant food breaks from Niall and calls and texts from Liam’s girlfriend. And between Harry and Louis trying to make out or tackle each other every time I looked back at my notes, and having to check that Zayn was even still in the room due to his quietness, I didn’t get very far very fast.

It took 3 hours to go through tour bus arrangements, song orders, arena entering tactics (to avoid overwhelming crowds and to ease Niall’s claustrophobia), packing lists, hotel plans, backstage advice, and rules. The rules were about the only thing the boys paid attention to (because Liam and I made them). They weren’t too happy with some of them.

Rule #1: No screwing around with any of the equipment

Rule #2: No new girlfriends

Rule #3: No life threatening/ potentially hazardous pranks

Rule #4: No touching Paul’s phone

Rule #5: No public nudity

...Harry was particularly upset about the last one. They all got over it quickly though by deciding to go out for drinks later that night. They invited me along, saying they’d pick me up at ten. I tried to argue, but I couldn’t say no to Niall’s pouty face and five twinkling pairs of gorgeous eyes.. Hence the reason I was in the shower.

I wrapped myself in my fluffy bathrobe with frogs on it and dried my hair in the mirror. I went through potential outfits in my head while I listened to the rhythmic hum of my hair dryer. When my hair was finally dry, I whipped my hair back, getting a little dizzy from the sudden movement. I put hot pink curlers in my hair the special way my mom had taught me, which would straighten my hair.

I sauntered over to my closet doors. I took a dramatically deep breath and dived in. After about ten minutes, I pulled out my Aztec patterned body con dress with half sleeves. I slipped it over my short boys and skipped over to my dresser. I grabbed my favorite pair of dream catcher earrings and slipped them through the piercing in my ear lobes.

I went back into the bathroom and took out my makeup bag. It took about two minutes of fishing around to find my foundation and my brush. First I lightly brushed the light skin tone dust over my face. Then dusted on a pink blush over my freckled cheeks and I then applied a natural crème sparkly eye shadow. Lastly I applied mascara to lengthen the lashes surrounding my hazel eyes. I was about to apply gloss to my tiny lips when there was a knock on my door.

“Coming!” I yelled, scurrying out of the bathroom and down the hall, tugging curlers off my head.I opened the door, and to my delight, Niall stood in the doorway, with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Hey Niall,” I said ushering him inside. “Gimme a second.” I said, removing another curler and backing away down the hall, motioning for him to follow me.

“The guys are waiting in the car,” Niall said while following me past the kitchen and the living room.

“What? They sent you as messenger boy?” I joked.

“I volunteered!” Niall announced proudly, reminding me of Katniss from The Hunger Games.

“Wait here,” I laughed. “I just need to grab my shoes.

Niall POV:

I sat nervously on Bailey’s couch, waiting for her. I didn’t know why I was nervous. I just met her, how could I fancy her already? She was obviously fit and I liked her bubbly personality, but it’s not like.. I mean, we were barely even friends yet.. but there was some kind of pull. Something that just made me want to be around her.

Bailey came skipping out of her bedroom with a pair of sleek black wedges in her hand. She slid them on her feet and instantly shot up from 5’4 to a 5’6.

“Let’s go!” She said excitedly, while bouncing over to her breakfast bar. She slid a black clutch off the counter and placed her blackberry inside it.

“You ready?” I asked, rising up off the couch.

“Yep,” she said, bounding down the hall to reach the door of her flat. “Although.. I think the real question is, are you ready to be outdanced Mr. Horan?” Her long straight hair fell just past her shoulders as she looked back at me with hazel eyes.

“Yeah, right. Like a tiny girl like you can out-dance me? How much energy can your 5’4 body hold?”

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know?” Her laugh sent sparks down my spine as she blushed and giggled cheekily, making her way into the hall of the apartment building.