Esther’s POV

“WAKE UP!” I heard Valerie’s voice as I felt a pillow being smacked on my head. Groaning, I pulled the duvet over my head. Let me sleep!

“We have rehearsals today and an interview and another interview with the boys AND a concert!” Monica’s voice ranted. Just let me sleep. I sat up groggily, tucking strands of hair behind my ears. Ugh, my hairs a mess.

“Finally, sleeping beauty is awake!” Monica stated, pulling away from my bed.

“How come you’re already dressed?!” I exclaimed, confused, they were already dressed!

Monica was wearing a UK flag designed top with brown leggings, she was wearing black heels. God, how can she wear those? Her hair was perfectly styled in a bun, with light make-up.

Our make-up artists don’t really put that much make-up on our face. They usually just does some retouched on our face and put simple make-up.

Valerie was wearing a strapless purple dress, it had a silver decoration at the left side of it and it was paired with pink high heels. Why do celebrities have to wear heels all the time?

“We’re going to be late!” Monica smacked another pillow at me. Man, she’s so violent!

“All right All right!” I huffed and headed straight to the bathroom to shower. I played some Katy Perry tunes as I shampooed my hair.

I sang along Katy Perry’s ‘Fireworks’, one of my favorite songs. We sang that when we were still in X Factor. I think it was during week 7 or 8.

“BABY YOU’RE A FIREWORK! C’MON SHOW THEM WHAT YOU’RE WORTH! MAKE THEM GO OH OH OH! AS YOU SHOOT ACROSS THE SKY-Y-Y!” I sang until my lungs burst. I love Katy Perry! She’s one of my idols, but also had other idols like Ellie Goulding, Ed Sheeran, and Little Mix and so on and so forth…

“Hurry up Esther! We don’t have all day!” I heard Louis banging at the bathroom door. “JUST A SEC!” I shouted and stepped out of the shower. I quickly put on the outfit Monica gave me. It was a zebra striped leggings with a black top and black heels. HEELS, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO EXIST?

I stepped out of the bathroom after I dried my hair. I saw the boys and the girls waiting for me. Niall was staring and gaping at me at the same time. Harry lifted his mouth shut as he laughed at him. “What are you guys waiting for? Let’s go!” I chirped.

“But you haven’t even styled your hair yet!” Zayn stated. Typical Zayn won’t go out if his hair ain’t styled. I rolled my eyes at him. “And make-up!” Heather added.

“We don’t have enough time!”

“Oh honey, there’s always time for hair styling” Zayn scoffed. “Louis, get the make-up set, I gonna give this gal a makeover” Oh no.

***

“Stay still!” Zayn scolded me for the 8th time for the last 10 minutes. He was currently putting mascara on my face. How does he know to put make-up anyway? I tried to scratch my cheek but Zayn slapped it away.

“C’mon Zayn, she doesn’t need make-up” Niall said from behind.

Zayn just ignored him and called Louis to start styling my hair. Zayn took some hair spray from their room which was just beside ours. Once he disappeared, Niall saw my face and started gaping again.

“Stop drooling Niall!” Monica teased. They were all crowded in the room looking at me. Awkward…

“So, how do I look?” I broke the silence.

“Beautiful” Niall spoke not looking away.

“We got the hair curlers!” Zayn and Louis entered the room prancing. They looked like idiots… Hey, I love them both as brothers but they could be weird sometimes… And I thought Zayn was a mature one…

They started to style my hair, putting hair spray endlessly and putting uncountable hair gel. Apparently, they curled it and tied some at back of my head. It felt comfortable. “Vuala!” Zayn kissed his fingers like what the chefs do when they were done with their dish.

“It’s beautiful Zayn” Louis faked cried onto Zayn’s shoulder as he patted his back. Aww, Zouis moment. Wait it?! I’m no doll!

“Can we please go now?” I complained and stood up from the chair. Footsteps followed me as I saw Niall walk beside me. “You look beautiful” he whispered at my ear sending chills down my spine.

“Thanks” I smiled at him as we hopped in the van followed by the rest of our band mates.

**

“And here they are! Chance!” Ellen announced as she gestured towards us when we entered. “Good morning ladies!” she greeted us warmly. “Hey Ellen!” Heather said as she and Ellen kissed each other’s cheek. We did the same then sat on the couch we were offered.

“So, how’s the tour going?” Ellen asked us. “How are the boys?”

“Well, they are indeed noisy lads” Heather replied. “But our bands are quite close now”

“Yeah, so close I can’t see why they have to prank us so early in the morning” Monica complained. I smirked to myself. I’m the one to blame for that. Louis and I are crime partners; we’re the ones who always prank the girls or the lads.

Ellen chuckled at Monica’s statement. “I’ve seen your twitcams a lot, and some are even shipping some of the band mates” Ellen mentioned. “There’s MoLiam, ZaLerie, uh, Esouis, HaTher” ZaLerie sound like ‘Celery’ and Esouis? It sounds so wrong. Louis has Eleanor already, and MoLiam? NO. Just NO. Well, Liam and Danielle got back together so no MoLiam for the fans. “And my favorite is Nisther!”

I almost choked on my own saliva, gross. Nisther? What kind of sick fucktard come up with that? I felt my face blush (AGAIN). Why do I keep on blushing anyways?

“MoLiam just sounds so wrong, Liam is like my older brother” Monica said, considering she used to like him.

“Hather is just crap, I would never go out with Harry, and I have my Miggy” Heather stated, a blush creeping on her cheek. She really loves Miggy.

“ZaLerie?! No way! Zayn and Perrie are perfect for each other” Valerie claimed.

So we carried on with the interview Ellen asking about the tour. What weirdest things we receive from fans, are we getting along with staff, or is there a new album coming out.

“Time for twitter questions from fans!” Ellen exclaimed excitedly.

Crap, the least thing I wanted to hear. There’d be probably questions about me and NIALL. NO, we’re not dating we’re just friends. But you two kissed. Crap, who said that? Your conscience did. Fuck, don’t talk to me conscience… Admit it, you liked his kiss and you’re craving for more… Uh, no stop annoying me.

Okay, I’m probably crazy for talking to myself… I didn’t realize Ellen was asking me a question that the fans just sent her until Monica slaps my arm. Thanks for being gentle. “Sorry, what were you saying?” I asked politely.

My eyes narrowed as Ellen repeated the questions. JUST MY LUCK.