Behind the Brush

Alison was a makeup artist. She shadowed Lou Teasedale to get experience. Her job mostly consisted of watching and handing Lou the products that she needed. She was never allowed to even adjust the five superstars' makeup or hair. Then, one day, Lou calls in sick the day of the show. Food Poisoning. Alison gets her chance at doing makeup for once, and maybe a chance with a curly-headed boy...... (btw this is for a contest!!!! oh yeah!!!! please like/fave if you do like it!)

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10. Chapter 10

*Harry's POV*

My head pounds as I crack open my eyes to the blinding light beaming through my window. I clutch my forehead as I sit up; the throbbing intensifying. As I try to stand, waves of nausea and dizziness roll through my body. I sprint to the bathroom and vomit- so much that I was dry-retching by the end. My phone begins to ring somewhere in my room, and I groan; both in pain and in annoyance. I pull myself off thee bathroom floor, and trudge towards my bedroom. Thankfully, my drunk self had enough sense to place my phone on the bedside table so I don't have to listen to the marimba ringtone for longer than necessary. I put my phone on silent, and throw it onto the bed. I flop down next to it - ready to pass out again- when there is a knock on the door. 

"Harry?"

I groan. Of course Niall is up already. Without any other warning, Niall busts in through the door with the extra key card that I gave him. 

"Good morning mate!"

I groan again. Niall is talking much too loudly for the degree of headache that I am currently experiencing. 

"Niall, can you do me a favour and SHUT UP."

Niall throws his head back and starts laughing. 

"Nursing a hangover there H?"

I look up at him through squinted eyes. 

"How are you not hungover? You had just as much alcohol as me last night- and you're a lightweight...."

"It's my fast metabolism mate, it sucks to be you. Especially with what is all over the internet...."

I sit up, groaning as another wave of nausea rolled through my body at the sudden motion. 

"Wha- What do you mean?"

"Just- check Twitter."

With a sigh I reach my arm back and feel the bad with my hand for my phone. I grab hold of it and swipe right, barely aware of the texts that I had received while my phone was on silent. I tap open the twitter app and see that my notifications box is spammed with people mentioning me. I scroll through my feed until one of the update accounts that I followed catches my eye. Yesterday's date is the only description given in the tweet. I open up the picture file given an my jaw drops in shock. 

"Yeah, I know H." Niall says sympathetically. 

The night before was fuzzy. All I can remember is a heavy thumping bass and telling the bar tender to put it on my tab. I hadn't planned on getting drunk, but as soon as I downed that first shot, the rest just came coming. 

Enervated, I pick up my phone and dial Paul, becoming more annoying with each ring, slowly forgetting about my hangover. Finally, he picks up. 

"Hello?"

"What the hell Paul?!"

"Good morning to you too Harry."

I get up and walk over to the window, my head only lightly throbbing. 

"Why isn't that damn photo taken down of the internet?!"

Paul chuckles lightly. 

"Ah, that photo. It's what you get for going out to get drunk in America."

"Paul, you know that the world already thinks I'm a womaniser, THIS PHOTO ISN'T HELPING MY CASE!"

"Well, you do know that it will help to dispel the Larry rumours and-"

"ENOUGH WITH THE LARRY RUMOURS ALREADY. WHY CAN'T THE FANS JUST BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY THAT I'M NOT BUTTFUCKING MY BEST FRIEND. ITS ALWAYS LARRY THIS AND LARRY THAT, I'M SICK OF IT. GET THIS PICTURE DOWN BEFORE I HAVE TO ANSWER SOME AWKWARD QUESTIONS IN INTERVIEWS!" I scream, panting heavily in exasperation, with Niall staring at me from my bed, totally in shock. 

"Harry-"

"No Paul, I'm done talking, good day."

I end the call, feeling more annoyed than anything. I look at Niall. 

"What? I didn't do anything!" He exclaims, raising his hands in defence. 

"Let's go, we're gonna be late for our photoshoot.." 

I stride out of the room, with Niall running after me, trying to keep up with my long legs. 

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I sat in my chair grumpily as Lou did my hair, thinking about the interview questions that were sure to follow after the photoshoot for People magazine. She finishes my hair with a cloud of hairspray, making me cough. She moves on to Louis' hair, which takes almost as long as mine to style. Alison comes over and starts to do my makeup. After struggling a bit with my makeup, she sighs in exasperation. 

"Harry stop furrowing your brow, its creasing your foundation."

I sigh and try to relax my face; I hadn't even realized that I was making a face. Alison looks down at me. 

"What is it Harry? Why are you upset?"

"There a photo of me drunk with three girls hanging off of me circling the internet, and Paul refuses to take it down," I say, looking straight ahead at my reflection in the mirror in front of me. 

"Oh, that photo. That's what you get for getting drunk in America." 

I look up at Alison, realization dawned upon me. 

"You were behind Paul not taking down the photo!"

She smirks as she powders my face, saying nothing.

"Why? What did I do to you? Just let him get it down before Perez Hilton writes a blast about me and TMZ distributes it all over the internet!"

She applies some eyeliner to my eyes, saying nothing. Although I have one of my eyes closed, I can see that the smirk has disappeared off her face, her eyes looking upset. I grab her wrist as she pulls her hand away from my face. 

"Hey... Are you okay?"

She rips her wrist out of my grasp. 

"I'm fine. Oh, and bite your lips so they'll be more pouty and pink, I'm sure the fangirls will just love that."

She walks away briskly, stalking out of the dressing room. I stupidly sit there with one thought on my mind, what did I do?

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