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

People Think Too Much. *Ch. 33*

ALL OUTFITS ARE ON THE EXTERNAL LINK STUPID PHOTOBUCKET IS UPDATING THEIR SYSTEMS.

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“Grace, get up!”

“Gracee!”

“GET UP!”

“What?” I mumbled as I turned over to the sound of the annoyed voice.

“We have to leave for the plane.”

“Alright,” I said sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

It had been five months since I was on tour; I was closer than ever to Jessica, Heather, Adam and Jacob. I hadn't talked to them in a couple months; Simon said that they were recording their new album.

Stepping down from my ladder, I walked over to my bag. Pictures and post cards lined everywhere, places that we had visited, fans that wanted pictures, photos of Arenas, magazine covers of ones I was on, the silly rumored ones on a bored with red Xes over them.

I smiled and ran my hand through my hair, my hair had begun to get lighter and lighter, and it wasn't that dark brown anymore. It was the color of Light Oak; I loved it regardless of the color.

“Jessica, Heather!” I screamed as because I was having clothes issues.

“What?” Jessica came in with a bowl of hot cereal, and then Heather came in with a mug of something steaming.

“Coffee,” She answered nodding her head and blowing the hot and dangerous drink.

“Oh, can you help me get ready?” I asked as I looked around for a clock. I spied my digital ones, the blue lines formed, and 2:48 A.M. I sighed and bent down to my messy bag, it looked like clothes bomb went off!

“Wear this,” All dark clothing was thrown at me.

“It's leggings that look like jeans, a shirt, a Parka, and here are your shoes. Wear sunglasses and beanies. Emmett said all dark!” Then the door slammed shut.

Still half asleep, I wandered into the bathroom with my clothes. I tossed the skating tournament shirt that was blue and pink tie-dye, and then off came my Victoria Secret's PINK sweats. I was left in a PINK sports bra, and then also PINK underwear that had Kiss Me written on the bum in sparkles. Grabbing my brush, pulling through my knotted, messy, rat's nest of a hair, I then grabbed my pants. My hair was like static, it was all spread out and creating these ugly, untreatable deformed curls.

I pulled my pants over my legs expecting Denim material but it was soft and stretchy, leggings. I wasn't even bothered to change into the appropriate bra, just pulling the shirt over my head. It was a light, yet dark, Grey with a big black kiss in the center. Grabbing my tooth brush, slathering on tooth paste, I vigorously brushed the bones. Being the lazy person I am, I just put my hair into a topknot, curls falling out of it, I wasn't going to even bother with makeup. It was three in the morning anyway, who was even going to be up at this hour?!