One day

Chapter 26 ~I'm a single pringle~

This chapter is dedicated to layni_ng because it was her birthday last week and also for her amazing support, thank you darl xx
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My mum looks back at me with wide eyes and I mirror her expression. John is the first one to exit the car and the noise level increases drastically when they realise who it is. My mum slides out next and me after her, I step onto the red carpet and all of a sudden my dress feels far to wedding like and my heels to big. I look around wide eyed at the rows and rows of screaming fans behind the small metal fences, it kind of sounds like a One Direction concert. The camera flashes are blinding as they snap photos of all the action, not missing a beat. Reporters are yelling questions and fans screaming for signatures. As my mum and John start to move I stumble a little and have to focus on putting one foot in front of the other as my stomach sloshes all over the place. I feel a bump to my shoulder and snap my head sideways in surprise.

"Smile." My mum hisses and I instantly plaster a fake smile on my face as I try to focus on my surroundings. There's a large red carpet filled with stars who are walking around getting interviews, taking photos, signing autographs and just having conversations with each other. I never realised they stopped and chatted, I always thought they just walked one by one with their dates until the end and entered the Dolby Theatre building. I gulp swallowing my nerves and release a breath through my lips, trying to get the horrible feeling in my stomach to leave. As we walk along the carpet I smile slightly as I am quite steady on my feet, let's pray I can stay like this for the rest of the walk. Along the narrower part we're walking through, the crowds are literally right next to us and I notice my mum and John have stopped and are signing things and taking photos with fans. I stop walking a little bit in front of them and just stand there feeling very awkward as I scan my eyes around while I wait for them to catch up. I can hear talk dirty by Jason Derulo playing loudly over the speakers somewhere and relax slightly as I listen to the music and sing in my head.

"Layli!" My gaze snaps over to a teenage boy that looks about my age calling me over. I smile and make my way over as he pushes to the front with two other guys who all have identical blonde hair and blue eyes, funnily enough they kind of remind me of Ashley and Cameron. I smile slightly at this thought and lean closer to them so I can hear what they're saying over the screaming crowds.

"Can you sign this?" One of them asks in his American accent and my eyes widen when I see a poster of me. Where the hell did he get this from? I haven't done any photo shoots. I am in one of outfits that I wore in Undercover Bosses and I furrow my brows, they must have taken it when I was filming. I look back up at the boys and see one of them holding out a sharpie, grabbing it I take off the black lid.

"What's your name?" I ask the one who asked me to sign the poster.

"Liam." He grins and I sigh in relief, at least I know how to spell this.

To Liam, thanks for coming to the Oscars, have a good one, Layli Brennan xx

I hand it back with a smile and he reads it and grins.

"No problem, loving the dress by the way." He winks and I blush.

"Thanks." God is he flirting with me? I sign a few more pictures and things for mostly guys funnily enough, but the same poster where I am sitting in the court room cocking my head to the side, my fingers resting just near the pulse on the side of my neck, keeps appearing. Taking a quick selfie with a group of friends I step back from the small metal fence separating the fans from the red carpet and look back in search for my mum and John. I scan the people taking photos with fans and I begin to panic when I can't see them, I start to look around quicker as my heart rate speeds up. Oh shit, I've lost them and I have no freaking clue what to do. I suddenly see a familiar white dress walking towards a small black platform in the centre of the red carpet where there's a young man in a suit, who is talking into a microphone facing some cameras and I let out a big sigh of relief hurrying over. I hold the sides of my dress with my hands so I can walk quicker without it getting tangled in my heels. I feel bad for ignoring the people calling my name but I need to stay with John and my mum or I'm seriously screwed.