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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3. Chapter 3

*Alison POV* 

 "THANK YOU!!! THANK YOU EVERYONE!"

"WE LOVE YOU ALL!"

"WE COULDN'T DO THIS WITHOUT YOU!"

"YOU REALLY ARE THE BEST FANS IN THE WORLD!"

"THANK YOU FOR COMING OUT TONIGHT! WE LOVE YOU ALL!"

The crowd cheered as the boys walked off stage. The water girl ran over and handed them each an ice cold water bottle. She batted her eyelashes flirtatiously at Harry and Niall. She was wearing a very obvious amount of makeup, white tanktop (which you could see her bra through) and a pair of very shot shorts. Slut. Harry ignored her, and Niall gave her a small sad smile, as if he was embarrased for her. 

Ryan and I scrubbed the boys clean. We took off all their makeup and gave them back their street clothes. I handed each of them towels to wipe off their sweat. I felt like Harry was watching me the whole time, but when I looked at him, he was always either fixing his shirt, or checking his phone. 

Within 45 minutes, all the boys were makeup-free, and relatively sweat-free. Zayn was texting Perrie, Liam was on the phone with Sofia, Louis was talking to Ryan about how to style his hair, and Niall was being tormented by the water girl. Harry on the other hand, just sat in his chair and looked at me, taking occasional sips of water. 

I put all of the equipment back in their places, feeling Harry's eyes on me. I kept my eyes on the tools, feeling self-conscious. 

I finished putting everything away, and started updating my blog on tumblr. Harry cleared his throat.

"Ahem"

I ignored him, thinking that maybe he just inhaled some water.

"Ahem" Harry repeated, more insistently this time.

I look at him irritatedly.

"What is it?" 

Harry looked at me, dumbfounded.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"No one's ever talked to me like that before....." responded Harry.

"Well, if you want something, you can go get it yourself, you seem to have two working legs."

"This isn't really something I can get up and get."

"Oh really now?" I say sarcastically, any fear of losing my job that I may have had before were out the door. Who does this guy think he is? He may be cute and sweet but if he's a jerk underneath then no.

"Um yea......"

"What is it that you want?"

"I wanted you.... to... um...... go and get some coffee with me tomorrow?"

I sat there, shocked.

"Oh," was all that I could say. 

"Um yeah......" he said back.

"Well.... um even though you are THE Harry Styles-"

He gave a little chuckle.

"I don't really know you. Well, I know your face quite well, but I don't know YOU."

He looked at me, a little bit sad.

"What are you implying" he asked.

"I don't want to go on a date with you- WAIT NO. That sounded bad," My face went red as he chuckled at me, "What I meant was, I don't want to go on a date with you yet."

Harry looked at me.

"Well.... could I at least get your phone number?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied, "Yes you can."

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