8 whole days.
8 very long days.
I was slowly losing my sanity over the stress of living here, of all of these people. Since I'd been here, I'd been introduced to nearly 20 people; although I could barely remember the names of half of them.There seemed to be a never ending stream of happy looking and cheerful sounding people coming in and out of Perrie's front door. The house was never quiet, maybe only at three in the morning was it peaceful. I would know, as I was always up at three.
No matter what.
When I'd told Perrie this she'd chuckled and told me that 3 am was the supposed witching hour. I'd tried my best not to think of this while staring at the ceiling in the dark, but it always seemed to creep to the forefront of my mind. There was something about 3 in the morning that was particularly lonely. The house was silent, the street outside was silent; only the very rare car driving past every now and again. That made me wonder... who was in those cars? They could be anyone... a murderer, a man cheating on his wife, a teenager running away from home, a-
"Crystal?" The door to the bedroom opens and Perrie's face appears. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a messy bun and her face was bare, skin glowing in the sunlight pouring in from outside.
"Hey," I say softly, sitting up on the bed. I pull my legs to me and watch as she enters the room, followed by someone else.
"Crystal, meet Cara. Cara, meet Crystal." Perrie beams at me and my eyes land on the nervous looking girl behind her. She had short hair that had been dyed a soft pink colour, complementing her hazel coloured eyes. She looks across at me and smiles, displaying a row of white teeth.
"Hey, Crystal." She beams and sets a bag she was carrying down onto the floor beside the dressing table that stands opposite the bed.
"Cara's a make-up and hair artist," Perrie tells me, walking over to the bed as she sits down beside me; crossing her legs.
"Why are you here?" I ask before I can filter my words. Cara doesn't seem affected however as she begins to unzip the bag and take an array of things out.
"I do Perrie's make-up all the time," She starts to explain.
"And she said you were going out somewhere special tonight so she asked me to come and do yours and hers makeup." Cara finishes and I look across at Perrie who's smiling guiltily.
"Sorry, I was meant to tell you last night." She starts then claps her hands together.
"The boys are all taking us and the others to an outdoor concert." Perrie appears to be over-joyed at this prospect.
"Where?" I ask timidly, already feeling nervous. In no way did I agree to this.
"This big wildlife park thing, it's like a twenty minute drive away." She shrugs and leaps off the bed, grabbing my hand. I let her pull me out the door and to the bathroom where she shuts me inside and orders me to shower; giving me no time to say no.