The Girl With The Red Lipstick

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven ✔


Zayn's P.O.V


I watched in disbelief as the girl Harry had just been dancing with, rejected Niall - right there, in front of hundreds of people.

That's just not right I thought angrily, and to make it worse she said she'd rather dance with me?

I love the fans but I don't agree with those who have 'favorites' between us, it’s them and me - me and them or none at all. I forced myself not to take her off stage myself, how bloody rude of her I cussed her out internally to the fiery pits of Hades then regained myself. Breathe in breathe out.

The girl I had been paired with, the only girl on stage who wasn't sporting a One Direction tee had strutted towards her and pushed her towards me roughly, I glared at her hurtling towards me and forced myself to put a smile on my face- Liam had been staring intently at me clearly saying not to do anything rash.

My gaze wandered back to Niall and I saw him singing his solo with the girl looking relieved, I'm happy she defended him- since we couldn't.

Looking down at the rude girl, I shot her a brief smile as she tried to latch herself onto me- I suddenly couldn't wait for the chorus so we could swap partners again, she had the guts to ask me a question. I ignored her as long as I could, until she made the gesture of getting my attention more obvious, surprisingly I stopped her before she could wave her arms in front of my face.

“Are you really dating Perrie Edwards, like happily?” she pressed eagerly, she'd be cute if she didn't have to be one of thosefans.

“Yes I am, its kind of old news” I shot back rudely, purposely looking at Liam to exchange partners again, we did.

About a minute later, the girl that had caught my attention earlier hadn’t a partner when Harry had snagged the girl who was meant to be mine for the second time tonight. I motioned her towards me with my index finger to get her attention - she blushed a full red, looking faintly angelic. I grinned as she walked into my arms and I started to sing.

‘I never had the words to say, but now im asking you to stay for a little while inside my arms, and as you close your eyes tonight ; i pray you'll will see the light, thats shining from the stars above’

We swayed slightly as I held her close to me, under the thin fabric of Louis shirt I could feel her hummingbird like heartbeat as she tried so hard not to fan girl, how cute. Oh. Maybe she’s a fainter? I shot her a worried look, but she was to lost to the world.

A girl fainted once when I shot her a wink, I hadn't been testing my limits or anything I just didn't expect that type of reaction, as flattering as it is.

I mean it's just me, D.J Malik the boy from Bradford who used to spend every night infront of his computer. I’m not special of any different from the other boys except for the fact that I’m Pakistani. Nor Irish obviously - I couldn't help but think wryly.

After my short, but extremely sweet and emotional solo I gripped her shoulders softly and pushed her backwards, so I could get a good look at her face. She looked up from under her mile long lashes, well to me it seemed that way - and smiled, a soft sweet vulnerable smile.

I couldn't help but smile back.


Hailey's P.O.V

It took everything in me not to slap that minger across the face, only reason I didn't was because of the attention I'd get for it.

I could already picture it ‘Deranged Crazy Psycho Slaps Girl At One Direction Concert In front Of Hundreds’ and the worst possible picture taken of the moment would be plastered onto the side of the stupid article, not to mention that id probably miss her face the first time I’d try to hit her.

As I stared at Niall’s perfect features I reminded myself that I, Hailey Pierce – does not and will not ever – ever, like One Direction. The boys, mayb- no, stop it.

I grinned as the epiphany hit me, Niall thought I was smiling at him so he returned it kindly. I could still see the sadness in his eyes, how no one else could I had no idea, I looked around as if to get assistance but everybody was preoccupied with what seemed like the chorus.

I opened my mouth again to console him but he replied as if he knew what I was going to say, he whispered “-its fine” and looked away, lost in thought. I shook my head sadly as we twirled, I didn't know him but it was like he was special to me already, unique - like a snowflake; I felt the need to make him smile, make him happy - as we switched partners again I waved a energetic good bye at the Irish boy, earning an equally eager wave back.

A while later I spiraled towards Kiara's love and life, so I froze and had to swish away in the opposite direction, in the brief second that I was in mid twirl in my getaway. I felt like a ninja, so cool - then smack, right into the arms of Harry Styles himself, he had a lopsided grin on his face as he steadied me. I smiled back thankfully, if not I would’ve topped right over.

These boys aren't what I thought them to be, I stared into his oh-so-green eyes and suddenly realized the appeal of One Direction; they're everything girls - want boys to be.

On the outside anyway.

   
Harry's P.O.V      
   

Fate? No, coincidence. Surely. It’s just coincidence, that’s all it ever is. I thought to myself as I steadied the beautiful girl who had fallen right into my open arms.

As she took a step back she eyed me apprehensively, as if I were not what she expected. Almost unable to believe she was standing in front of me, I fidgeted - messing up my hair, she watched me with a smile suppressed on her lips.

“Thanks for catching me” she paused as if waiting for me to finish her sentence, I smiled as I thought of us in that way. Us. Oh wait- “Um, Harry”

“Harry?” she repeated, as if she were testing my name - putting on a fake British accent and in a horrible manner trying to mimic the teacher in Harry Potter. I don't recall the name but I got the incentive. I raised my eyebrows not amused, she laughed nervously.

“You didn’t know my name?” I asked curiously, shocked.

She shook her head, I copied her – shaking my head slowly in disbelief. “Really? you seriously don't know who I am?” It must of sounded rude because she stared at the ground even though I had my arms around her, I hadn't meant it to sound rude it was just a surprise.

Just my luck.

“Look I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that- it’s just surprising to meet someone at a One Direction concert, and doesn’t well ... know me?” she raised her eyebrows at my words, like she was re-evaluating me, yet again.

“Every-everybody knows me” I stuttered out, the surprise still evident. Groaning internally, God I was dumb. I just made myself sound so conceited, like a slut. Of course that wasn’t the smartest thing to say.

Story of my life lately.

She nodded timidly and just let me control our movements. Stupid Stupid Stupid!

There was only about a minute left for the song so I daringly twirled her away from me and dipped her close to the ground, her eyes fluttered in shock but there was a big grin on her face, so adrenaline got her attention- great I thought drily.

 I couldn't even put my pants on in the morning. 

As I swooped her up she held onto me for support and swayed dazed, she whispered as if she thought words were precious. “..that was unexpected”

I looked at her surprised, but returned the smile before replying.

“Really?” I felt relieved, but added “-I think I had that planned from the beginning” I paused, smiling- “I know I had that planned from the beginning”

She appraised me with her eyes questioning what I just said but she said nothing, so I added some flames to our burning out dwindling conversation.

“So are you happy to be on stage?” I hesitated, debating to add the ‘with me’ to my sentence. I didn't.

“No- not really” she admitted honestly, letting her eyes stare at the pattern of Zayn’s jacket. My lips twitched, fighting a smile. Instead of me having to say something else she interrupted me.

“So .. I hope I wasn’t too forward when I fell into your arms” she said looking glum, but there was a playful glint in her eyes.

“Forwards my favorite direction” I replied cheekily, she smiled at my analogy.


Louis's P.O.V


The song was nearly finished, I groaned internally as I saw Harry and the girl whose name I learned was Hailey swaying and having what looked like an intriguing conversation.

I hope he got over what ever that was, he falls quite easily and it wouldn’t be easy since we're at the end of tour. I looked over to see Liam widely waving his arms telling me to speak, so I held onto the girl with me lightly by the waist and whispered a thank you; she shuddered in response, I smiled.

“I HOPE YOU LIKED THAT PERFORMANCE” everyone screamed in unison.

I wasn’t to sure how every one else did, but I just gave swag a new definition.

Pat the dog and screw the light bulb, my moves.

“I'M SORRY WE COULDN'T GET EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU UP HERE TONIGHT” I stopped, feeling slightly genuinely disappointed.

That was really fun, I watched the crowds reaction, everyone seemed happy - good.

“WELL I'D LIKE TO SAY A MASSIVE THANK YOU TO THE LADIES WE JUST HAD THE PLEASURE OF MEETING” I gripped the girl beside me tightly and she grinned looking faint, a security guard then helped her and two others down.

 I continued to speak not before I turned around to see Harry ushering two girls backstage, I nearly had a stroke right then and there- What. Is. He. Doing.

I gritted my teeth in annoyance, trying to get Liam’s attention.

“HA - HA WE HAVE ONE MORE SPECIAL PERFORMANCE FOR YOU TONIGHT, BUT WE WILL NEED A SECOND TO GET SUITED UP” I used my free hand to put imaginary quotes in the air.

Everyone screamed again, looking incredibly excited. I waved and smiled at a fan who was waving a carrot at me, please don't throw it, please don' thro- she did. I picked it up and took a bite of the crunchy goodness, happy at her thrilled response.

I love carrots, but they're literally everywhere I go now. I won’t be surprised if I turned orange myself. I chewed happily and saw Liam shaking his head in warning, I coughed and swallowed quickly- realizing what he was trying to tell me.

Where has that carrot been?

“HERE'S A VIDEO THAT I HOPE WILL HAVE YOUR ATTENTION AS WE GET READY” interjected Niall loudly while I doubled over trying to hide the fact that I was choking.

Harry ran up to me with a bottle of water - I drank it hastily, recovered and looked up smiling painfully - still holding tightly onto the carrot.

Before Harry could run away I grabbed his arm and held him beside me, “What was that ?” I said icily, he laughed delightedly in response - his eyes sparkling.

“I didn't want to take a chance, I might lose her” his eyes searched mine for some type approval but none came, its funny how he knew I was talking about her.

“You gotta do what you gotta do Harry, but I don’t want you to do this”  He looked astounded as he heard what I said.

“What?” seeing his reaction made me mad, everything would change. He could break that poor girl’s heart by doing this, imagine what everyone would say.

“Nothing” I muttered, walking towards the exit of the stage - he kept up with my pace easily and brought me to a halt.

“What’s wrong Boo bear?” unmistakable worry in his eyes. I unwillingly looked away from his knowing he would take my unreadable expression the wrong way.

“Nothing” I repeated, the word and my tone caught him off guard. He continued to just stare at me- unmoving. I didn't mean to sound so harsh but this was totally like Harry -oblivious to what could happen.

“Just trust me Boo” he purred, smiling. He grabbed my hand and ran towards the changing room, with me hurtling behind him. Be calm, be happy - smile for Harry, I thought halfheartedly.

If he's happy I’m happy I repeated in my head dejectedly.

I was just worried.


Kiara's P.O.V


After the performance we stood there just watching Louis address the crowd. I was already undeniably familiar and comfortable in the presence of him - I looked up to see him smiling down at me crookedly, he wrapped his arms around mine and rested his chin against the crook of my neck as if it were a usual thing.

Was he trying to kill me?- I thought as I tried to contain my giddiness. I could smell his scent - I committed it to memory, I pictured myself standing in the crowd if I hadn't been chosen, looking at the girl who he would be doing this with.

I felt euphoric, this is amazing.

A security guard helped three girls off the stage and I eyed Hailey sadly, reluctant to leave. Zayn followed my gaze and we both watched as Harry rushed over to us and whispered in his ear.

Hailey and I stared at each other having a intense conversation ourselves, with our eyes.

It went something like this;

‘I dont want to leave’  I looked at her sadly, she gave a slight nod - mirroring my expression.

‘I don't want to leave either - this was fun’

Okay I’m editing it but still, I bet she’s thinking it.

‘I touched Zayn!’ I shot her a massive grin, she shook her head- smiling and I added a wink - she started to laugh, she bobbed her head to the side and then we noticed something.

We were slammed back to reality to see the two boys watching us apprehensively, obviously wondering how sane we actually were. Zayn looked at me before we were ushered away by Harry and whispered ‘see you later’ his eyes were gloriously intense, his voice soft.

I couldn't remember how to breathe.


Hailey's P.O.V


I fumbled with the necklace around my neck as a security guard let us into a room filled with racks of clothing, a sofa, along with a mirror - hair products - food and from the looks of things dirty socks and underwear.

We had just walked into One Directions changing room and  it was a mess, or shall I call it a lair ? – a man cave?

 I asked the guard why we were here but he just shrugged and walked away, not before warning Kiara to not touch anything because he had noticed her eyes darting about taking everything in.

As soon as he closed the door Kiara let out a long high pitched squeal, and started jumping up and down waving her hands about excitedly. I sat down- resigned, onto the sofa and began picking at a leftover- barely any left actually, packet of chips and started to eat it absentmindedly.

I’m easily satisfied, so I sat there munching happily as Kiara bounced off the walls picking up various objects from all over the room and hugging them to her body.

“Do you think they'd notice if this went missing?” she asked while holding up a pair of boxer briefs, I stared at her in awe still not believing what she just asked me.

“Put. It. Down” I finally managed, she dropped it with a 'hmmmph' in my direction, also mumbling something that sounding suspiciously like, ‘could’ve got something for it on E-bay’ before continuing on to pick up a bright blue beanie - before she could say anything I shook my head, she put it on her head, took a picture then she stomped her foot dramatically and dropped it onto the dresser.

“It's Zayn’s” she retorted to my unspoken question, I nodded amused.

I stood up to put the packet into the bin when the door flew open and I was surrounded by five boys, they probably forgot we were even there because Harry ran in removing the shirt he was wearing, not looking where he was going- he thudded against me and we fell backwards onto the couch. I grimaced and he got up slowly, helped me up and smiled apologetically.

The rest of the boys hadn't noticed but Zayn’s question wiped the smile off of Harry’s smug face, I was painfully aware of how close we still were – for the second time tonight.

“Harry .. where’s my jacket?” he continued to take off his shirt, I looked away noticing his nicely fit body, flushing.

“Umm” Harry hesitated, and even I could hear the dangerous tone to Zayn’s question. “-I threw it into the crowd” he muttered lowly. Kiara's head shot up from the opposite side of the room and they yelled out in unison.

“YOU WHAT?” I ducked away from him, walking over to the other side of the room, careful not to look and see something I’m not meant too.

Niall caught my attention and mouthed ‘Nice to see you again’ over the commotion which was Harry and Zayn, I nodded smiling- I stared, fascinated as he continued to pull off his shirt, and then putting on his suit.

He fumbled with his tie, oblivious to the protests of Harry in the background, I walked over to him just missing Liam lunge towards Zayn, trying to pull him away before the furious boy hurt the one who was cowering behind Louis.

“Do you need help with that?” I smiled shyly at him, he looked up and grinned.

“Yes please, normally Liam does this for me - but as you can see, he is otherwise busy”

He replied cheerfully but looked pointedly at the chaos behind us, Zayn had Harry in headlock and Louis was screaming at Liam to do something. I pressed my lips together so I wouldn’t laugh - they were like children.

I laughed anyway, and proceeded to help him, I tried not to over think what I was doing but it was hard because he had his blue eyes trained on me, as if he were looking into my soul.

“There” I stepped back admiring my work, I struggled to sound nonchalant.

“Thanks” he grinned and looked into the mirror, fixing his coat. I stared at him, unaware that he could see me standing behind him, he chuckled as he messed up his dirty blonde hair.

“You look very.. presentable?” I speculated, distracting myself. He smiled into the mirror, looking amused; I felt like I was missing an inside joke.

I looked away, my eyes wandering back to the now calm boys- who had changed and were now fighting over something else. I noticed Harry looking at Niall, I wondered idly what he was thinking.

Liam clasped his hands together, looking wary. “LETS DO THIS” he shot a angry look at Niall who had just moved on to the box of Nando's on the dressing table.

“Nialler – no” Niall looked up caught in the act grumpily, and snapped a threat about throwing a spoon at Liam and slammed the door when he walked out.

Spoon?

“Sorry about that” Liam addressed me and Kiara. “Its always like this though” he added wistfully, irritation messing up his features. “We'll be back soon - I don't know why Harry didn't let you back down though, maybe he thought you'd get One Direction Infection” he snickered as he closed the door leaving us alone again.

A what now?