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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9. Chapter 9

*Alison's POV*

I sighed as I sat on my bed in the hotel. I flopped back and looked at the ceiling. Why does management hate me? Isn't this the time of year when I'm supposed to be giving publicity to One Direction? Right after the release of their new album? Ugh. 

I pulled out my nail polishes. I find it soothing to do my nails, especially the intricate designs that take a lot of concentration. I pulled out the black, white and red nail-polishes. I decided to make little penguins wearing red scarves. I turned on my music and started to paint. 

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Half an hour later, I'm alternating between waving my hands and blowing on my nails to dry them, when my phone rings. I check the caller ID.

It's Paul.

I put him on speaker and set my phone down.

"ALISON."

I sigh.

"Yes Paul?"

"HAVE YOU SEEN THE PICTURES OF HARRY?!"

"What pictures?" I ask, wondering what in God's name Harry could have done now.

"THEY'RE ON TWITTER. QUICK QUICK QUICK."

I sigh and open my laptop, praying that my nails were dry. I am so exhausted but I try to find ways in which we could possibly cover up this problem. You see, I want to be the head of management for a celebrity when I'm older. I love doing makeup, don't get me wrong, but it doesn't pay too well and I really want to do something like managing a celebrity, keeping their good name, etc. I told Paul this, which is why he comes to me first whenever there is a crisis, to see what I would do. 

I open up my twitter account, which thankfully is no longer being bombarded with death threats and hate messages. I follow lots of random update accounts on the boys. They are the first ones to update the world on the gossip that is going around.

I click to the top of my timeline and scroll down. Eventually I reach a picture link titled "Harry at the club" with today's date on it. I click on the link, and my jaw drops open. 

Harry is drunk, piss drunk in fact. 

But that's not the worst part.

He's grinding one girl.

Kissing another.

And a third is hanging off his shoulder, spilling vodka all over the floor. 

I start seeing red. I can't believe that I actually thought that this bastard cared about me. 

This bastard convinced me that he was different. 

I was willing to give this bastard my time. 

"Alison?" Paul inquires into the phone.

"Mmmmm?"

"What do we do?"

I look at my phone and smile.

"Nothing. Let these circulate. It will help stamp out the Larry rumours, and he'll only learn his lesson if he is affected directly."

Paul makes a noise of approval. 

"I like the way that you're thinking, Alison. If you keep this up, I can put in a good word for you with Management! And I guess I can lift that ban from Harry for you, since you clearly aren't going easy on him."

I grunt in response.

"Later Paul."

"Bye Alison."

I close my phone and go into the @Harry_Styles part of twitter. I smile as all the fans start spamming Harry with questions, accusations, and threats. 

*A/N GUYS IM SO SORRY HERE TAKE THE CHAPTER DONT BE MAD btw I'm totally a Larry supporter but I'm trying to think like management would so don't hate me okay?*

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