Wonderland (Sequal to Keeping It Up For The Cameras)

Chapter 12

"Excited or nervous?" Zoe asked me as I sat down next to her on the sofa.

"Excited to be performing there but nervous that I'm closing the show," I sighed looking over at her fidgeting a tiny bit.

"Capital FM jingle bell ball," she squealed slightly nudging me in excitement. "Who would've thought," she smiled slightly.

"Not me," I laughed a tiny bit. "Then again I can say the same for you." I tilted my head on side still smiling at her.

"But you're more impressive," she protested. "Holly you got a number one single in the UK, you're in the charts in America and countries you've never been to before." she reminded me making me smile without even thinking about it. "Are you nervous though?" she asked me again.

"Very," I let out a sigh.

"Are you nervous about running into your ex-boyfriend and the psychopathic girlfriend he got as a replacement?" she asked grinning at me.

"Very," I laughed a tiny bit at her.

"I still can't believe she said that to you," Zoe shook her head at me. "Do you know what I'm glad you kissed him that night." she shrugged turning slightly more sassy because her protective side was coming out. "I wish you slept with him because she deserves that after what she said to you, she 'knows you' what a..."

"Zoe you are more worked up about this then I am," I laughed slightly at her running a hand through my hair.

"Yeah well she's a bitch," she said bluntly. "I'm glad I'm going to be there tomorrow because if I see her I will smash her ugly face."

"She's not ugly," I sighed shaking my head.

"Not as pretty as you, next to you she's like a dog," she scoffed. "I've never met her and I know that," she shrugged simply. "I mean I did find her instagram and you are prettier."

"I love you Zoe," I laughed at her a tiny bit even though I sort of knew she was just saying that to make me feel better about myself and Lily probably was a lot prettier then I was.

"She's not as smart as you either," Zoe shrugged rejecting any thought that Lily was an okay person, which she wasn't. "Not as talented, not as pretty, not as smart and not you, James is crazy to prefer her." she sighed.

"Well I did sort of hurt him," I let out a sigh.

"That was a mistake," she shook her head frowning. "You're aloud to make a mistake." she shrugged again making me feel a tiny bit better.

"I know but..." I bit my lip slightly.

"No buts she's a bitch," Zoe rolled her eyes at me shutting down any protest.

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I don't know how the thought came into Zoe's mind but when she had the idea we both sort of ran with it. My hair had always been blonde, I'd never done much more then highlighting my hair but we wanted a bit of a change, espcially considering tomorrow was the Jingle Bell Ball. That's how I ended up leaning over my bath with Zoe rinsing my hair after dip dying the ends of my hair a very light pink because anything dark would wash me out. The thing was this could go one of two ways, awful and I'd just be excited for the dye to wear off, which it would do because it was one of those 'fades after 20 washes' dyes because I'd get in trouble for perminant dyes. At least Zoe knew what she was doing because weirdly enough she'd done it before, which was news to me actually. Once the dye was rinsed I got to drying it with my hairdryer and it looked quite nice actually, different, but nice.

"I like it," Zoe smiled standing behind me checking my hair out for me.

"I really like it," I laughed running a hand through my hair. "It's surprisingly okay."

"My work," she smirked smugly.

"It'll fade by the time I go home so my dad won't kill me," I grinned standing up and picking my phone up from my dressing table.

"Oh I'll take a photo," she clapped her hands before taking my phone off of me and gesturing for me to turn around to face the blank wall of my bedroom. After an almost photoshoot of my 'new hair' we finally got the photo acceptable to post on my instagram which we then had to try and write the perfect caption to go with it which again took way too long.

'Sometimes me and @zozeebo get bored and that seems to end in me dying the ends of my hair #wildfridaynights'

"It'll take getting used to," I sighed tying my hair up after checking it again in my living room mirror.

"Bet Lily wouldn't impulsively dye her hair," Zoe muttered and I let out a small laugh at her.

"Zoe that's a good thing," I laughed slightly at her looking at my phone to check my notifications before sitting next to her on the sofa. For some reason I cracked a tiny smile looking at the newest message I got 

From: Michael Clifford (smells)

Dude you dyed your hair without my advice?! wtf that's the only thing I'm good for. That's it I'm disowning you and not coming to London anymore sorry, I'm snubbing you

To: Michael Clifford (smells)

Don't blame my hair for you not coming to London because I hear that somebody lost your passport...sort of awkward huh? And maybe I didn't want your opinion on my hair sorry. ps pink is better then red lol loser

"Anything interesting?" Zoe asked peering to look at my phone.

"No," I let out a laugh reading the message I just got through from him telling me he hopes my hair all falls out. "Just Michael." I shrugged simply.

"You've been texting this boy a lot," she leaned forwards intrigued.

"Not like that Zoe," I laughed at her. "I don't like him like that." I shook my head at her. "He's nice but it's purely friendship."

"I'll be the judge of that," she sighed holding out her hand. "Let me see your texts please," I let out a reluctant sigh before giving her my phone she scrolled up in our conversation slightly to read from the top. I sat awkwardly watching her occasionally laugh reading our quick but few texts but then she frowned.

"What's wrong?" I asked knowing the exact disappointed face she pulled.

"You got a new text," she raised an eyebrow at me this stern look still on her face confusing me slightly.

"From Michael?" I questioned her. "What he say to make you look like..."

"No it's from him," she emphasized 'him' instantly making me feel guilty that I hadn't told her I'd been getting texts from my ex-boyfriend. "As in he shall not be named but apparently has his real name on your phone and not 'arse wipe' like he used to be."

"He's been texting me to try and get me back," I fidgeted slightly.

"You are not considering this are you?" she asked furrowing her eyebrows and I didn't reply. "Of course you are because you haven't blocked him."

"Zoe I think he's different but..." I started to say.

"NO," she basically shouted at me as if I was a girl in a horror film about to do something stupid. "He just sent 'please one more try I swear this time I won't screw up'." she put on his voice for that. "Bull shit you gave him a million chances he doesn't deserve another." she slammed my phone on my soft cushions angry again.

"I think he's different but I don't think it's a good different and I know he will never changed and that's haven't replied to one of his messages," I finished calmly.

"And you're not going to?" she asked still a bit on edge.

"Never," I shook my head at her. "I don't want any boyfriend; him Michael or any other guy," I shrugged looking at my feet as I spoke.

"Because you want James?" Zoe asked letting out a sigh.

"Because it's not fair to start relationship when I still have feelings for him," I shook my head. "I don't want James," I gulped lying. "I want to be over James."

"Just don't reply to the devil spawn's texts," she sighed again.