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!)


8. Chapter 8

*Harry's POV*

What the hell is going on? Why did Alison cancel on me? I swear she was just babbling to me about her friend's high definition camera to take pictures of Lux. Did I do something? Goddammit Harry you always fuck things up. Why can't you do something right for once? Management even sets you up on dates and you fuck up those relationships. I don't understand why she is being like this. 

My cell phone buzzes. My hope is dashed when i read the name on the caller ID.


"Harry! Mate! It's Niall!"

"I know Niall. Your name appeared on the caller ID." Honestly this man.

"Anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to go out to a drink with us?"

"Niall I'm not going to your shitty Irish pubs anymore. They don't even sell Tuborg half the time!"

"Well Harry, if you drink the most hipster beers ever-"

"I am not a hipster! Tuborg can be found at the Beer Store! Zayn's the one who only drinks that weird Japanese beer who no one likes."

"Whatever you say mate. Anyway, I found this new pub in town, it's called 'The Mighty Magic'."

"Mate that name sounds sketchy."

"Shut up Harry it looks nice. Are you in or not? The Niall-Meister wants to get his hands on some ladies."

I groan.

"You could start by not calling yourself the 'Niall-Meister'." 

"What do you know about women Harry?"

"Hey I've had three girlfriends since One Direction started, just saying. How many have you had Niall?"

"Shut up Harry you know management set up those dates."

"Not Caroline. She came to me because of my charm."

"She was and still is a cougar."

"I kept her sexually satisfied for months."

"Which would have been illegal if you were a year younger."

"Niall that's not the point! The point is I know how to get women!"

"Can I just say that i have the second most followers on twitter, and women fawn over me just as much as you."

"Niall you act like a man child half the time."

"Shut up Harry! Are you going to the pub or not?"

I sigh.

"Fine. Come pick me up?"

"What is this, a date?"

"No, but last time i came to your room the door was unlocked and you were dancing around, naked. I don't need to see that again."

"Fine, but only because I'm saving that package for the ladies."

"Niall you're such a perv."

"The one and only out of the band."

I could almost hear the cheeky smirk through the phone.

"Don't take three hours."

"Harry I don't take three hours!"

"Make sure you shower."


I chuckle.

"Fine, go get dressed."

"I'll be there in 30 min."

The phone clicks off. I send a quick text to Lou, telling her that I don't feel well, and the cold of the rink would only make it worse. I take a quick shower, and put on my usual skinny jeans and white t-shirt. Effort is definitely not in the agenda today. I push my curls back with my hand while they're still wet, hoping that they will stay that way. I really don't have the energy to actually attempt to look nice today. I sprayed some cologne on and sat down on my bed, waiting to Niall to come along and pick me up. I open up my twitter app on my phone and started scrolling. My mentions don't even bother updating me anymore because my phone would probably die. I scroll through the replies from my last tweet. What the fuck? Wha- OH GOD. What happened to the "Follow me please!!" or "I love you so much!" Seriously. Some of these people are like twelve. Why do you want to have children? Oh god half of this stuff isn't even legal. I should tweet something about this. 

-The younger generation is too mature-

Good. Just vague enough that it could mean anything. 

I hear someone pounding on the door.

"Yeah I'm coming don't break the door!"

I open the door and I see Niall there smiling like an idiot. 

"Niall are you already drunk?"

"Nope. I can feel something Harry. Tonight is going to be a good night."

"All right Niall. We're going. I don't want to watch you act drunk before we even get to the bar."

I shut the door and locked it.

"How exactly are we getting in Niall? We are in America....."

Niall pulls out a set of 100 dollar bills.

"I know how we can convince the bouncer."

"And how do you suggest we not get caught?"

"We use the back entrance to leave No one cares if we go in."

I sigh.

"Fine. Let's get going."

*A/N I'm sosososoososo sorry i havent updated!!! I've had writer's block for so long this isn't funny! I hope this chapter satisfies you guys and I will try to update but I can't always bc writers block and life in general! *

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