Complications (Louis Tomlinson)

Katy's mother was a makeup artist for the hottest celebrities in London. Now Katy is following in her footsteps, hired as the makeup artist for the hit boy band One Direction. But there's a catch - She's not allowed to date any of them. When she started on their tour last year, Katy wasn't... the ripest fruit in the bunch. But a new year brings a new Katy, and new complications.

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6. Double Trouble

KATY

 

My thoughts were interrupted by a few knocks on the door. I sighed and rolled onto the floor, pulling the door open.

 

"Get dressed, I'm taking you out." Zayn barged through the door and took a seat on the edge of my messy bed. I pouted at him and pushed the door shut with my foot.

 

"Door I have to?" I whined, but dug around my suitcase anyway. Zayn snorted and propped his head against my pillow.

 

"Yes, now get some clothes on. I mean, I don't mind those booty shorts, but I don't want the rest of Japan to have the same great view as I do." Zayn winked, and I felt my face burn. I turned away from him and pulled out some clothes. Zayn whistled as I purposely swayed my hips as I strutted into the bathroom. Quickly, I swiped on a few layers of deoderant and scented lotion, as well as some spray in shampoo and perfume. Zayn did not need to smell me.

 

As best I could without wrinkling them, I pulled on some black skinny jeans, a flowy white and blue floral top, a blue blazer, and some white lace Toms. I ran the brush through my hair a few times and swiped on some foundation and mascara, and then walked out into the room. Zayn spun his finger in the air and I twirled in a circle for him. He clapped and grabbed my hand as he pulled me out the door.

 

"I didn't get my wallet!"  I tried to pull my hand out of his grasp and catch my closing room door, but Zayn just laughed.

 

"Hello, mulit-millionaire over here with a credit card." Zayn chuckled, lacing our fingers together. My face went pink and I avoided his gaze, but I knew Zayn saw my red cheeks because he laughed and squeezed my hand.

 

"Shutup." I snapped as he continued to laugh, but he only laughed harder. I shouldn't have laughed, but I did; Zayn's laugh was just too cute. I bumped him with my hip and pushed my sunglasses onto my nose as we entered the lobby.

 

"You don't need the glasses, Katy." Zayn said, tugging on my glasses with his free hand. I swatted him away.

 

"Hello, multi-millionaire teenage heart-throb over here." I joked back, and Zayn laughed and left my glasses alone.

 

"Suit yourself. It's not like they'd have any valid arguement against you. I mean, you're gorgeous, and funny, and sweet, and-" Zayn rambled, and I elbowed him.

 

"I get it, I get it, I'm perfect. New topic." I snapped my fingers, and Zayn laughed again.

 

"Did I mention you're funny?" He snorted. I rolled my eyes and he pushed the door open. Instantly there were hundreds of Japanese fans swarming us. I ducked my head and held Zayn's hand a little tighter. He held his arm out in front of us and said hello to a few people, asking others to move.

 

"Holy crap. And I thought the British fans were crazy." I breathed as soon as Zayn and I had made it a few blocks away. He laughed and pulled me into a coffee shop.

 

"Same, but I guess they're crazy everywhere." Zayn replied, strolling up to the counter. "I'm hoping you know Japanese?" He looked at me with puppy-dog eyes and I nodded.

 

"Fluent." I said confidently. Zayn's jaw dropped open. "I'm kidding, just so that's clear. I can hardly speak English." Zayn closed his mouth, embarrassed. I giggled and pulled him to the counter.

 

"Two biscottis and two vanilla cafe lattees with whip." I said. The man nodded and rang us up. I took Zayn's wallet out of his pocket and handed over his credit card.

 

"You really took the wheel on that one. I'm pretty sure the guy is supposed to pay, though." Zayn laughed five minutes later when we left the cafe, coffee and biscotti in hand. I laughed and patted his pocket with his wallet in it.

 

"It's okay, you used plastic." I joked, and took a sip of my coffee. Zayn laughed again and rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand. He really wasn't hiding the fact that he liked me, and I wasn't so sure I was hiding that I knew it, or that I kind of liked him too. But I couldn't help by feel guilty for liking Zayn and Louis. I shook Louis out of my mind and let Zayn lead me down the streets of Tokyo.

 

"Where to?" Zayn asked, stopping in the middle of a busy road, packed with people. I shrugged and leaned my shoulder against his.

 

"I've never been to Japan before, so I have no idea." I looked around and saw some teenage girls pointing and talking. I shrugged it off, it was part of the territory.

 

"How about we shop? You're going to get bored of your clothes eventually, why not get some more?" Zayn suggested, then pulled me into a Topshop before I could respond. In under five minutes I was loaded up with clothes that Zayn was picking out, after holding things up and telling me I'd look "hot," "cute," or, "sexy."

 

"Can we get a fitting room?" Zayn flagged down an attendant, and she unlocked a door for me. Zayn flopped down in an arm chair and waited for me. I pulled off my clothes and stepped into the first outfit, some short high-waisted shorts and a cropped tank top with flowers on it. I pushed the door open and put on a seropus face, modeling and posing for him. Zayn laughed and nodded.

 

"Definitely getting the shorts." He smirked, and I blushed before closing the door and switching into a grey floral dress with a fitted top and no sleeves the flowed out to above my knees, and a leather jacket with studs on the shoulders. I twirled for Zayn, who nodded.

 

"Both." He said with confidence, and I blushed. The next outfit was some pinstriped blue and white jeans, a mint bandeau, some black pumps, and a black see-through flowy top. I showed it off to Zayn, who whistled and clapped, getting to his feet.

 

"You look amazing." He said, holding my hand over my head and making me spin. I blushed and fell into his chest, linking my fingers through his belt loops. Zayn looked like he desperately wanted to kiss me, and I glanced around, stepping back and ruining the moment.

 

"I'll get changed and we can head out." I said quickly, slamming the dressing room door behind me. I was weaving a very tangled web.

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