The Mix-Up

Chapter 14

A/N: Right then, first and foremost I would like to say I am SO sorry for taking so long to update.  I got caught up with school and my sports and I had absolutely no time to write.  I feel so horrible!  :(  School is almost over though, and I can promise an update at least once a week in the summer.  Please enjoy this chapter although it is short, except my apology, and know that another, probably longer chapter is coming soon. :)

After Harry had so rudely tackled me into the water, everyone else joined.  Later we got yelled at, apparently we could've caught hypothermia, but we enjoyed it while it lasted.  I got splashed so much by Mr. Styles I probably swallowed enough water for a whale to live for a week, but the funny thing was I didn't even care.

All too soon, however, they pulled us from the water and wrapped heated towels around our shoulders.  I was of the opinion that this was a little extreme, but hey, only crazy people complain when they're given hot towels.  Those things are straight from heaven, I swear.

The boys and girls were separated into different tents, which I soon found out was where they were doing makeup and wardrobe.  I was shoved into a chair, in my soaking wet clothes, away from the mirror, where about five people attacked me at the same time.

"Should we wash her hair, or just dry it?"

"I think the silver eyeshadow will look best."

"No! She's so pretty already, we should go for a natural look!"

For the way they were bickering with each other, you would've thought they didn't work together constantly.  The whole time they were making me 'beautiful' they argued over every detail, including which pair of false eyelashes to put on me, which I insisted was unnecessary.  I was ignored.

"Can I at least change clothes before you finish?" I wined, legitimately freezing.  They had been working on me for at least twenty minutes, and the whole time I was getting colder by the minute.  The tent door had been left open, which let a nice cold breeze blow on me constantly.  Needless to say, I had started to shiver and I'm pretty sure my lips were blue.

They all sighed at me, and the one with bright blue hair and lilac eyes said, "Oh honey, we've got to do something with that hair of yours first, or else you'll mess up your outfit.  It's still dripping wet."  The others muttered their agreement, nodding their heads hastily.

Annoyed, I wanted to say, 'well then you should've started with that, don't you think?!'  But I held my tongue, and gripped the chair with all my might as they started to drag me over to a sink.  My hair was lathered and scrubbed harder then I think it has ever been in all my life.  When they were done, my scalp tingled.

After it was clean, they put this white foamy stuff in it, then they set to blow drying it.  There were three blow dryers working at a time, my head felt like it was about to burn off, and I wanted to scream.  How can people put up with this?!  When the hair was dry, they set off into this huge argument over whether to curl my hair, leave it straight, or braid it down the back.

"Oh for God's sake!" I finally exploded, throwing my hands in the air, "Just straighten my hair already!  Jesus Christ!"  This is not what I had signed up for, and I was beyond frustrated.  Why did it matter, anyway?  I'm sure there would be so many girls that you would hardly see me when the video was finished, if at all.

Hanging out with the boys was the only good part about this mix up.  I considered them my friends, and hoped they felt the same way about me and weren't just pretending.  But all the rest was not what I had signed up for, and most definitely was not enjoying it.

After my hair was straightened to perfection, they shoved me into a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a cream tank top that had pink flowers on it.  They added some baby pink converse and a sparkly, heart necklace around my neck.