Zayn's POV
"What the fuck, Zayn?" Harry screamed at me once my eyes opened.
My body felt like shit, and the white walls confirmed that I was either in a hospital or I was still high as fuck. I knew I shouldn't of trusted that heroine that Ashton gave me to shoot up.
"Where the fuck is my hair?" My eyes widened as my hand swiped over my stubbled head.
"You went crazy, Zayn," harry tells, eyes red like he had been crying like a little bitch. "You over dosed, and they found you naked in an IHOP bathroom. Your head was shaved and hair dyed green."
"GREEN? MY HAIR IS FUCKING GREEN?!" My body jolted up from the hospital bed, and I ran around Harry to the closest bathroom.
"Out of all that you're mad your hair is green?!" Harry yells from behind me, while I stare horrified into the mirror. My beautiful sex god hair was shaved to small stumps of hairs.
"Yes! My hair was my life! You know how many fans are going to be killed by my gross hair now!? They all expect my sexy hair and all they are going to get is an eye full of shrek shit!" Tears started running out of my blue orbs that I guess are brown. Or hazel. My ugliness has left me color blind. "I'm ugly!"
"Zayn! Stop acting like a bitch and listen to my problems! Gwen cheated on me with Louis and I still love her!" Harry yells, flopping onto the hospital bed and sobbing uncontrollably like a little pussy. At least he didn't have his hair shaved off. I walk over calmly to the crying harry, and gently tapped his shoulder. He looked up at me, his ey- orbs filled with salt tears.
"Harry, it pains me to say this... But I couldn't give two shits about your love life. You see this?" I pointed at my disappointment of hair, "this is a real fucking delema. People actually care about this."
"I saved your life and this is the thanks I get?" Harry wonders, his curly hair blowing magesgicaly in the wind from the electric fan on the table. I reach over and turn it off.
"You saved my life?"
"Well I held the knife they used to slice you open," he scratched the back of his neck.... Wait... Open.
"Noo!" I lifted my shirt to see a long scar stretching over my stomach, ruining my once perfect six pack. "My body is even ugly!" I begin to cry once more, running my hand over my smooth head then over the gross scar on my belly. Why did I have to be high at IHop. And why was I naked? I just want my hair back. An idea popped into my head when I glanced at hair. His hair was very long, long like some soccer mom with 4 kids. If I could get a hold of a couple inches I could make a nice wig from it.
Hmmm...
Liam's POV
"I'm alright, buddy," Niall says as I try to help him with his crutches. Since Louis did his soccer kick to Niall's knee cap, he needed immediate knee surgery. They asked about my bruises but they didn't suspect I was a boxer with my top notch excuses. Oh boy, I hate to lie, or do anything mean. Except box people's ears in. That's fun.
"You going to be alright for touring?"
"Yeah, I- ugh-" Niall was tackled by a paniced Harold, I looked over to see Zayn with a shaved green head in a hospital gown running extremely slow towards him, muttering "hair..." When he got close enough I punched him in the face to stop him, causing him to fall to the ground.
"Thanks liam!" Harry yelled holding his bodacious curly locks of beauty. I instantly felt bad for hitting my chap in the face with my fist and looked down at him.
"Bloody hell, Liam. When did you learn to punch?" Zayn wondered feeling the blood drip out of his nostral. Oh I'm a bad person.
"Don't run with scissors!" I grabbed the scissors from his grasp, "you could get hurt!"
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350 days of Fangirling because the other 15 she was in a coma
Fanfictionit has come to my attention from reading many one direction fan fiction that a larger portion of them follow the same series of events, they all have either the guys are completely toddlers or they are abusive and sell drugs. like WTF?? so this is a...
