I'm Being Adopted by... One Direction?

The Devil and Angel. *Ch. 31*

I stood on the glorious stage, underneath the hot lights that are making my face illuminated. Fans screaming my name, my face were on screens covering all of behind me, my band jamming out with the music, my voice booming into the arena’s circular shape. Currently I was in the first outfit of the night, a white dress that had a sweetheart neck line and the bust covered in a black lace. 

My eyes looking seductive as the water line of my eye was covered in a black grey liner and my eye socket bone highlighted with a light opaque grey color, and my eyes lashes long. My hair back in an up-do that had a braid going around my head with white flowers incorporated in it, with a few loose curly pieces. A gold cuff was on my wrist, it was 13 bands with come that went behind each other and others had some little white jewels incrusted into them.

My lips a light red color, I had just gotten done singing Halo, now it was time for the in-between song show.

“I have to go change into my second outfit while my friends are going to come out and entertain!” I said while Jacob, Adam, Heather and Jessica got pushed out onto the stage.

“Erm Hi, I’m Heather,” That’s all I heard before I was in my dressing room.

I practically ripped my dress off, kicked off my shoes and undid my intricate hair. I rubbed the coiled bangle off of my hand, and grabbed the makeup remover. 

“Only the eyes!” Charlie shouted back to me.

“Okay!”

I then wiped it off, and grabbed a tissue and vigorously rubbed off the lipstick.

“Curl your hair!” She shouted from where she was taking my outfit out of the bag.

I grabbed the hot curling iron, and began curling my hair into tight curls, the curling iron was set to a hot enough degree it didn’t take forever and my hair was naturally curly so it worked out.

“Put these on while I do your makeup!” Charlie shouted while muttering something under her breath about two minutes. 

I pulled on over my head the black crop top that had a little bit of lace hanging over it, and pulled the soft and stretchy legging material up my legs that had slits in the material revealing my bare legs. Then on top of the shirt was a leather jacket, then for my shoes were an electric red color that had a bow on the outside of my ankle bone.

“Here put your ring on,” She muttered as she placed it into my hand as she did my eye makeup.

I slipped it onto my right ring finger hand, and then I felt the slick feeling of lip-gloss being smothered on my lips.

“Done, now go!” 

I grasped my blue sparkly microphone, well I thought I did and in its place was a cheetah print mic.

I then ran back out onto the stage, which is quiet complicated in heels none the less, Heather was rolling on the concert floor while Jacob and Adam were standing up in a very intense staring contest. Wait… Where was Jessica? And then I felt the weight of a body on my back.

“Ooft!” I said into the microphone.

“Well, we have a little bit of time for the Twittah segment,” I said as Jess slid off of my back.

A huge screen light up with the Twitter icon, and then I explained what was going on.

“So basically, we’re picking six or seven Tweets that are in the Twitter world, and if we can we are going to preform them, and if we don’t get any we can, we will go to the fans, your, tweets.”

I said and then a Tweet popped up.

Gangam Styling to the Mall! Haters Can Hate!

“Well guys,” I said looking at everyone on the stage.