Dressing Up or Dressing Down? (One Direction/Lou Teasdale)

Melody is just an ordinary girl, or so she hopes. Her dream is to become a stylist, but after a traumatic experience it was locked in her inner closet. What will happen when she moves to London to be mentored by the famous Lou Teasdale, her idol? What will become of her when she meets the five lads everyone wants to meet? No one knows, except Fate.


24. Twister With A Twist

We were probably here for at least three hours already. The people actually thought they could sing. We laughed as some drunk sang Red Red Whine. So cliché, but so funny.

“Who’s next?” the MC called through the microphone. No one. Delilah looked at me with hopeful eyes, but I just shook my head.

“Well, you know what that means!” and the crowd cheered the word spotlight. A light flicked on and searched through the crowd. And just my luck it landed on me.

“Come on up, pretty lady!” he said and the crowd cheered again. Jane nudged me and I walked to the stage.

“What song?” the DJ asked.

“I’ll take random.” I said shrugging. I was given a mic and I heard a very familiar song start to play. Fall by Justin Bieber.

“Let me tell you a story,

About a girl and a boy,

He fell in love with his best friend

And when she’s around he feels nothing but joy,” I started singing the familiar lyrics and the crowd went silent. I kept singing and when I hit the chorus, they went wild. I felt amazing. This was a different kind of rush I was used to. I looked over to our table and my cousins had the biggest smiles on their faces. The boys were shocked to say the least. The song came to an end and the crowd were on their feet. I gave the mic to who ever handed it to me and I walked back to our table. I was shocked. I wasn’t expecting that.

“Wow! Give it up for her one last time!’ the MC said and there were cheers and clapping coming from everywhere. I sat down in between Jane and Liam, staring at the table cloth.

“Mel! Freaking finally!” Jane gushed and hugged me. I was still in a state of shock when I heard someone call my name. I looked up and saw someone on the stage.

“Go on, Mel!” Delilah said motioning to the stage. I got up and walked back to the stage and the crowd went nuts again.

“Here you go, Melody!” the MC said handing me a trophy. I was shaking. I didn’t know there were prizes to win. I went back to our table, still not speaking.

“I think she’s broken. Do you have the receipt?” Louis asked looking at my cousins.

“Shut up, Louis.” They said in unison.

“I think we should get her home, before she cracks. We don’t want that happening in public.” Delilah said getting up.

“Why?” Zayn asked.

“She starts swearing in Swedish and talks random gibberish in Italian. Too much PewDiePie if you ask me.” Jane shrugged. She was right though.

“Oh, yeah. That’s not good.” Niall said getting up too. We walked out of the door. I still wasn’t speaking. I just kept staring at the shiny thing in my hands.

“Mel, you okay over there?” Harry asked. I didn’t register anything any body said right now. I didn’t even notice when we stopped at the house. I walked inside the house and placed the trophy in the cabinet with the rest of them. I walked upstairs without saying a word and just flopped onto the bed staring at the ceiling. The door clicked open and closed again and Harry was laying next to me. He was staring at me, probably waiting for the swearing and Italian gibberish.

“I’m not going to crack if that’s what you’re waiting for.” I said.

“I’m not waiting for that. I’m still waiting for my reward.” He said with a cocky grin tugging at his lips.

“Of course you are.” I said standing up and walking to the living room.

“You finished freaking out?” Jane asked.

“I wasn’t freaking out.” I sighed.

“Damn. I actually wanted to hear you swear in Swedish. I mean, I’ve heard you swear in English, but never in another language.” Niall said from the couch.

“Sorry to disappoint.” I said sitting down next to Jane just as Harry came down the stairs.

“Do you guys want to play twister with a twist?” I asked looking at the girls.

“With a twist?” Delilah asked.

“Remember the one we read about when we were younger?” I asked.

“The one with the baby oil?” she asked confused.

“No, the one with the glue.” I said rolling my eyes. “Of course the one with the baby oil.”

“I’ll get the game.” Jane said when everyone agreed.

“I’ll get the baby oil.” Delilah said heading to her room.

“And we’ll go get changed.” I said standing up.

“Into what?” Liam asked.

“Girls into bikinis, boys into what ever you were swimming in the other day.” I shrugged.

“BUT NO SHIRTS OR JEANS!” Delilah yelled from the kitchen.

“You heard her.” I said and ran to my room. I pulled the black bikini on and immediately felt uncomfortable. I opened my door and sprinted downstairs. Delilah was already there in hers with the bottles of baby oil in her hands.

“You ready?” Jane asked when she finally found the game.

“Yep.” I said sitting down.

“Oh god, this feels so weird.” Liam said sitting down with the rest of the boys. They didn’t bring swimming trunks, because I didn’t mention it so they were sitting in their boxers.

“You got that right.” Zayn said.

“How does this work?” Harry asked.

“We get oiled up and the rest basically works the same. The baby oil just makes it more difficult to stay standing.” I explained.

“Okay. Girls versus boys?” Louis asked.

“Yeah, only one problem. We’re only three, you’re five.” Jane pointed out.

“So, who wants to be a girl for the night?” I asked.

“Me!” Louis yelled and sat down in the girls’ corner.

“Lou, I think you need a bikini then.”  Harry laughed at him.

“No, you don’t. You’re already girl enough on the inside.”  Delilah said.

“Thanks for the save.”  He said.

“Catch.”  She said and threw a bottle to each boy and handing me and Jane ours.

“Why the hell do you have so much?” Niall asked.

“Prevents scars.”  She shrugged.

“Oh.” Meanwhile, my cousins and I were helping each other get oiled up. Its not the easiest thing to do.

“That. Is hot.”  Harry said pointing to us.

“Oh, shut up Harry.” I said as I was finished.

“Ouch! What was that for?”  he asked looking at Zayn.

“You know what for.” Zayn said.

“Who’s going to sit out from the boys until someone falls?” I asked sitting down with the wheel.

“I’ll wait.” Harry said sitting down next to me.

“Everyone ready?” I asked and received nods from them. “Jane, right foot yellow.”

The game continued and the first to fall was Liam. I wouldn’t blame him if I was pressed up against Delilah. They were dropping like flies. Zayn, Delilah, Louis. Jane finally dropped and Niall too, which left me and Harry.

“Game on.” I said grinning at him.

“Harry, left hand green.” Jane said. He looked around and spotted the nearest green spot, which happened to be exactly under my chest. He reached and his arm was pressed against me. He was grinning at me.

“Mel, right hand red.” She called. I searched and found a spot. Oh, payback! It was directly between his legs. I reached and purposefully brushed my hand against him. I heard a soft groan escape from his lips. When I looked at him, his eyes were shut and he was biting his lip again. Bingo! Phase one completed.

“Harry, Left foot blue.” There was one right next to his foot. When he moved, I leaned my arm against him and he fell.

“Yes! We win!” I said jumping up from the game. Harry was still laying on his stomach, hitting his head on the floor.

“I’m going to clean up.” I said looking at the oil left on my skin.

“Good idea.” Jane said. I ran upstairs and went into my bathroom. I turned the shower on and got in. I didn’t bother taking of the bikini, because it had oil all over it. At least I had managed to keep it out of my hair. Once I was sure all the gunk was off, I pulled a towel out and started drying off. I walked to my room, leaving the lights off and was met my dark green eyes. Uh oh.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” He growled. He actually growled!

“Done what?” I asked innocently.

“You know what you did.” He said gripping my waist.


“It wasn’t very nice of you to do that.” He said leaning in closer, our lips brushing when he spoke.

“Sorry.” I whispered.

“Sorry won’t work.” He whispered. We were staring into each others eyes for what felt like centuries.

“Maybe this’ll work then?” I asked as I closed the little distance between our lips. A soft peck and then I pulled away. I wasn’t going to do anything else.

“Not yet.” He said and crashed his lips to mine. It was rushed, but passionate. My hands went to his neck and I started playing with the curls. His hands were sitting at the small of my back, rubbing random little patterns. We were in perfect sync, until he bit my lower lip. I pulled back and my hand went to my mouth. He didn’t stop though, he trailed kisses down my neck and started sucking and nibbling again.

“Did you just bite me?” I asked shocked when I saw the little spot of blood on my finger.

“Yes.” he said against my neck.

“Harry, I’m bleeding.” I said pushing him off.

“What?” he asked freezing.

“My lip is bleeding.” I said walking back to the bathroom to tend to my lip. I looked in the mirror. It wasn’t a big deal though. Just a little cut, but it was bleeding.

“I am so sorry.” He said as I rinsed my lip.

“Its just a small cut. Don’t worry about it.” I said furrowing my eyebrows.

“I know that face. What’s wrong?” he asked giving me a hug.

“You know I’m new to this.” I sighed.

“I’m sorry, Mel. I’ll take it slow, I promise.” He said giving me a gentle kiss.

“Mmhm.” I murmured. “Lets go downstairs.” We walked into the living room finding no one there.

“Must still be struggling with the oil.” He shrugged.

“Its not so hard to get off if you know how.” I said sitting down.

“And how do you know how?” he asked cocking an eyebrow.

“I’m a girl, Harry. And its not so hard to figure out. Besides, I’ve played this before.” I shrugged.

“With who?” he asked surprised.

“My cousins, Jason and some of his friends.”

“Was Nick one of them?” he asked and I saw his jaw clench.

“Yes, but we didn’t go to the lengths I did tonight.” I assured him. He relaxed a little and then put an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him.

After about ten minutes of just sitting there I decided to go back to my room.

“I think they went to sleep.” I sighed getting up. “I’m going to bed.”

“Me too.” He said getting up.

“Own rooms tonight.” I said when he followed me to my door.

“Is this about the lip thing?” he asked confused.

“No, its not about that. I just don’t want my cousins seeing us like that every morning.” I said leaning on the door frame.

“I don’t mind.” He said smiling.

“I do. Goodnight Harry.” I said turning around.

“Goodnight, Mel. Sweet dreams.”

I changed into some pyjamas that was laying around and climbed into bed. My mind was blank, so sleep came quick.



Hello there! 

I know, I know... It's Saturday, but I was bored.So I gave you a little update! 

I don't know about you, but I really want to play a game of Twister with a twist. :p

So... yeah.. there will be another update on Monday or maybe even Sunday. I don't know yet.

I really love that all of you are reading this! I love you guys so much!

Don't forget to leave a comment!

Anyway... bye!!



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