Its the quater qwell! :o jk

The afternoon began pretty slowly. Zayn and I woke at around 1pm, with two splitting headaches, but two smiling faces about the previous night. We spent an hour waking up by laughing and messing around in the sheets, but we were interrupted by my phone ringing. I reached over the bed side table, grabbed and answered it. It was Liam.

“Morning” he said in a gleaming voice. He was so happy because he doesn’t drink, therefore he had no hang over this morning. “We are all going to meet at around 3 for what will be your breakfast, at No Names. Zayn knows where it is.” We hung up and I told Zayn the plan. We spent a little while just laying in bed, because it was it was perfect there. The big fluffily white blankets. The sun was now shining through the windows beaming down and lighting up not only the room, but Zayn’s pretty face. 

Arriving at the restaurant, we walked in and spent 10 minutes trying to find where everyone was. They were in the back booth, with beanies and glasses trying to hide themselves. It is a very popular restaurant filled with heaps of families, which is why I am guessing they are hiding. If they were found out, there would be screaming girls everywhere, and that is something you don’t need when you have a hangover. We walked over and sat down, saying good morning to everyone. Niall forced me to order what he was ordering, which wasn’t a surprise. Every time I got out and eat with him, he chooses what I order. I don’t mind though, i have liked everything he has made me try. We talked about last night and how fun it was.  We went around the table saying what our New Year’s resolutions were. 

“Maddie?” Liam asked.

“Never drink again!” I said resting my head on Zayn’s shoulder.

“We all know that isn’t going to happen!” Harry laughed. They told me I wasn’t actually that embarrassing, Instead they thought I was the life of the party, and If i wasn’t there, It wouldn’t have been as fun. I smiled taking in the compleiments from this group of people I didn’t know a few days ago, yet are so close to now. The food came out and we all immediately started. Niall ordered me this burger/sandwich thing. I was a bit hesitant at first, but after a few bites I fell in love. I told him he had a great taste. He respond saying “I know”.

After a few minutes of eating the conversation begun. Louis and Eleanor were going to go visit his family tomorrow for a few days, but would be back before I left. We came to the realisation that I only have 8 more days and then I have to go back home. I also realised how happy I am here. Back home, even when Harry and I were friends and talking, I was still very mellow. I think it is the atmosphere back home. I like london. It makes me feel like there is so much more out there; more people to meet, places to visit, and parties to crash. I think that is why I will love my new school; getting away from a small town and gaining independence.

“Oh shit!” Zayn said looking at his phone. He had been quiet for most of the conversation so we all looked at him confusedly. “Your hair appointment! It’s in like 20 minutes! We’ve got to go!” He stood up, and opened his wallet laying money on the table. He said he would pay for me, but I snuck money without him looking. 

“Bye!” i said waving.

“Goodluck with your hair!” they all said excitedly.

We hoped in the car and he began driving. 

“You’re not nervous? You’re dying you hair pink!” he said focusing on the road.

“YOLOOOOO!” i screamed. He laughed. We arrived at the hairdressers a little late, but it was okay because they were running a little late themselves. Zayn introduced me to Kate. She was his hairdresser that would do major cuts, whereas his hair stylist would do day to day things. Whilst an assistant was washing my hair, she explained the colour she had chosen. A very pastel pink that would fade out back to my natural blonde. It was apparently a new product that was very good. Soon she was putting in the colour and foils.

She seemed to have a great relationship with Zayn. They seem really close, and they have fun together. 10 Magazines, and half an hour later Zayn had a strange phone call. I say strange because he wasn’t expecting the caller Id, not because it was an alien on the other line. He left the room so he could hear better, instead of trying to hear over several hair dryers. Soon he returned.

“you alright? i asked.

“Yeah, everything is fine! But tomorrow you are spending all day with me babysitting Baby Lux.”

My heart stopped. I have seen heaps of pictures of Baby Lux on tumblr and twitter and she is the cutest baby I have ever seen. I am not really a baby person, because I can’t read their minds when they are unhappy, so i feel terrible that i can’t help them. I love playing with little kids though, they are so innocent and fun. I don’t have many smaller kids to play with though, thats where my younger cousins come handy. A large smile swept across my face and he knew I was excited for tomorrow.

“coffee?” asked the assistant. 

We all denied it, which was strange for me. Coffee was my savour, but i guess I felt fine where I was.

After two hours, the assistant was washing the dye out of my hair. Zayn peered over her shoulder to peak at my new colour. “OMG! MADZ! WHY IS IT GREEN?”

“is it really bad?” i asked calmly.

“You are so not a girl!” he responded. “firstly, no girl I know would risk pink hair, and two, if their hair turned green they would shit bricks. Instead you are all chill!”

“So my hair isn’t green?” i repeated. He confirmed it was only a joke, and in fact it was looking really good. The assistant put a towel around my head before I stood up. Zayn covered my eyes and directed me to my seat. 

“Ready?” his voice sang from behind me.

“Yes!” I said pulling his hands away from my eyes. “wow” i muttered. The pastel colour was fairly bright, yet subtitle at the same time. Kate had created the perfect colour. I wasn’t blonde Maddie any more, instead I was Pink Maddie. I don’t usually like pink, but I was amazed by this colour. I prefer this colour than the dark purple I was going to dye my hair, as it its brighter and lightens my face. Plus, I was really happy at the moment; why not reflect it in a bright colour?

“It looks great!” zayn said as he stepped in the view of the mirror and massaged the back of my neck. I smiled and looked at myself again. I like this colour, I think it portray me better than the blonde.

When she blow dried my hair she did some technique that let it dry naturally wavy.  Zayn sat on a chair on the other side of the room, but we were making faces at each other through the mirror.

“Done!” she said pulling the black cape thing from around my neck. I stood up and smiled in the mirror. I really liked it.

I pulled out my iPhone and took a picture of myself in the micro and sent in to my mother. I told her I was dying it, and although she really did not want me to, she let me do it without a fight. She has begun to support me on more things I want to do. I think she has realised that I am growing up, and oppressing me will not help our relationship. She quickly replied, ” Does not matter what shade your hair is, you still look beautiful! x”

I walked over to the bench that had the cash register on, ready to pay. 

“How about I make you a deal?” Katie told me. “If you tweet a picture of all of us, including Zayn,  mention our company twitter i will give it to you for free?”

“Really? This would have been really expensive and you will give it to me for free if I just tweet about it?” I asked in shock. This has never happened to me before; receiving something for free as long as I promote them. It felt crazy that I could have such power. She nodded in response and we all piled in front of the mirror. We all posed in the mirror; My lips made a perfect ‘O’ shape with wide eyes, as the rest all pouted and made peace symbols with their hands. Zayn looked so funny in this pose.

As soon as the photo was taken, i opened up twitter. “Goodbye Blonde hair, hello0o0o pink! thanks kate, had  a lot of fun! you da bomb! xxx @hairdressersarecool” I linked the photo into the tweet and sent it. Soon, people looked at the photo and realised I was with Zayn, so my mentions began to blow. 

“I feel bad still, How about I pay half?” i tried to compromise with her.

“How about you buy me a cup of coffee?” she smiled.

“done!” i said putting ten pounds on the bench for her to buy herself a coffee. I thanked her once again and soon Zayn and I were back at his flat. As soon as I walked in, I found his iPod speakers and began to play some tunes.

“You totally suit Pink hair!” Zayn commented, flinging his arm around my neck and walking us into the kitchen. I opened the fridge to find it empty again. “We really should go grocery shopping. You can’t live in a house with no food.”

“Yeah you are right, how about in an hour or so… hopefully all school kids will be gone by then!”

I agreed with him and we walked into the living room. I found my mac book pro, placed it on the coffee table, sat on the couch and crossed my legs. I logged on to twitter as I pulled the laptop on to my lap. Looking through my timeline I found few tweets regarding my new change in hair colour.

Harry: ” Looking Good Marshmello head! :) “

me: ” please don’t start calling me that…”

Elizabeth( my cousin ) : ” ummmmmmmmmm… you for real girl?”

me: “Sure am honey boo boo! xx”

Eleanor: “….dying your hair pink is so weird, do I even know you? aha looks great though boo xxx”

me: ” Pretty sure you do know me… I was in your dream last night, remember? thanks baby xoxo”

Eleanor and I have become so close, that we have even got a few personal jokes; one being acting and talking to each other like we are in a relationship. I do not know how it started, but it has become an accepted part of not only our lives, but the rest of the group too.

I then began to reply to some random tweets. Some were horrible, saying I looked so ugly with pink hair, and that I did it to impress the boys or something.

I decided to make a general tweet to all the girls hating on me. “Tbh girls, I dyed my hair for myself. I didn’t do it to impress anyone, not any boy. I don’t really care what others think, as long…” Next tweet, ” As I am happy. So don’t waste your time sending me negative comments, do something productive, like dancing around in your underwear! haha x”

I logged off straight afterwards to get away from the negative energy and logged on to tumblr. I had hundreds of messages, asking about my blog but mostly the boys. I could easily answer all the ones about my blog, answering privately so it would clog anyone’s dashboard. I had many compliments about my photography, and the outfit posts I had uploaded. I got many questions about when i would update next, or asking for fashion help ( which i loved the most). After about an hour I had finished answering the questions, and realised I hadn’t said one word to Zayn. I looked over to the couch he was on before and found his asleep. I rolled my eyes, as I realised he knew he would fall asleep in the time spend of one hour, and in reality he just didn’t want to go food shopping.

I let him sleep for another half hour, as I replied to a few more tweets and tumblr messages. Soon I became hungry so I texted the wisest man I know when it comes to food; Niall.

Me: “Nialler, I’m hungry, the fridge is empty and Zayn is asleep…HELP! haha :)”

Nialler: “You contacted the right person. I will be over in 20!”

I gently shook Zayn, hoping he would wake up. Nothing. I tried again, twice. But still nothing. I gently slapped his cheek, hoping he would wake up. Nothing. 

“Zayn” I whispered. Nothing. “this boy must be knocked out cold” i thought.

“Zayn!” I said louder, this time shaking him. After a while I saw his eyes flutter open, which confirmed he was not dead. I told him Niall was coming over soon and we were going to eat something.

“No I think I’m just going to go to bed.” He said sitting up. I could tell in his eyes that it wasn’t just tiredness. He wrapped his arms around himself as if he was cold, yet it was perfectly warm inside. I felt his forehead with the back of my hand and Realised he had a fever. 

“I think you’re getting sick” i told hiim. He groaned. Obviously he did not like being sick, but then again, who does? “come” I said helping him off the couch and bringing him into is room, sitting him down on the edge of his bed. I took of his shoes, shirt and pants and tucked him into his bed. I pulled another blanket from his wardrobe and laid it on top of the duna. I left the room for a few minutes, but returned with two pills and a glass of water. I told him to take them, and like a good boy he did what he was told.  I forced him to drink the whole glass of water, so I could refill it. I sat on the edge of the bed looking at him. I flipped over my bottom lip and began to speak. ” You don’t look so well!”

“I don’t feel so well!” he said, mimicking my face as he turned over his bottom lip too.

“Well you get some sleep and call me if you need anything!” I said standing up and walking to the door.

“Go out with Niall, yeah? You need to eat!” He said turning over to his side.

“Im fine, I will make sure you get your rest and that!”

“Seriously go, I’m fine!”

After a lot of reluctancy and Niall having to physically pull me into his car,  Niall was bringing me back to his place. He told me he had ordered a load of chinese food, and told me he would share it with me, only because he liked me. I was slightly surprised that he was going to share with me because from what I heard, he doesn’t like to share his food. As we were driving My phone began to ring, and an unexpected name popped up on my screen; Carla.

“MADDIIIIEEEEE!!!” she yelled through the phone almost immediately after i answered.

“yoo!” I responded.

“Having fun in london, with one direction? Oh your hair looks lovely btw!” 

“Haha… I’m guessing you follow me on twitter too?” I laughed.

“I sure did, by the way I sent you an inbox a few days ago and you still haven’t replied!”

“Sorry haven’t really had time, But i will check it out tonight!”

Niall interrupted. “Who’s that?”

“Omg… who are you with?” Carla added.

“Nialler”

“put her on loud speaker, I can pretty much hear her anyways!” Niall said.

“Okay Carla act cool because I’m putting you on loudspeaker and if you scream you may just cause an accident!”

It wasn’t that Carla was such a huge One Direction fan, it is just she loves celebrities. She wants to be an model/actress and any contact to someone who is a celebrity inspires her to keep pushing on with her dream. Her mother doesn’t support her, but I remember the exact words I told her, “It your life, not your mums. You do what YOU want to do, because you will enjoy the time you spent working for it!”

“hellooooooo Carla!” Niall shouted through the phone.

“Helloooooo Niall!” she mocked.

They spent the whole car trip talking, with me feeling like a major third wheel. It’s like they had known each other for a years. It was obvious they were both flirting with each other too.

“Sorry Carla but we are going to have to go! But I will see you soon!” Niall said.

“Oh yeah, right! byeee! I love you Madz!!” she said before we hung up.

“get in there Niall!” I said winking at him. He chuckled and shrugged it off. We marched into his flat and set up the food. He served me a bowl of various things that i actually did not know. He told me what everything was, what his favourites were, and watched me take my first bite of everything. I liked everything, but my favourite chinese food is around the corner from my house. The owners know Harry and me personally, as we used to go every friday night. They were an extremely cute middle aged chinese couple, that i kind of adopted me as their daughter. They would ask me how I am doing at school, and things that your parents would usually ask you around the dinner table. Sometimes if it was too late to cook something, or if I wanted lunch but was too lazy to cook something I would just walk up to the restaurant and eat. Any hour of the day, If i felt like chinese I would go. A few times i have been there in my Pjs, once I was in swimmers because we were in Harry’s pool all day and another time I came back from a formal dinner and wanted good food so I walked in with a long maxi dress. Soon we finished, and begun to watch some television.

“Im going to do a twit cam” Niall said leaving the room but returning with his laptop.

“alrighty…” I said awkwardly.

“Join me!” He said annoyingly.

“Nah I’m right, they want to see you!”

“You will make a guest appearance though, even if I have to force you!” he said typing away, i assumed tweeting the link.

After about twenty minutes he was online, and talking. He seemed to be having a lot of fun.

“Lets get the tunes flowin’!” He said. “Maddie can i use your phone, mines out of battery!”

“Sure, but I doubt you will like my music!”

“come, they want to make sure your hair is actually pink!” he said moving over on the couch so I could sit next to him.

“No I’m right” I protested.

“They don’t believe the picture, show them!” he insisted.

“NO!” but after a lot of begging and pleading, Niall got me on camera. I was flicking my hair around on the camera. “See, it is actually pink!” I smiled widely into the camera with two thumbs up. “Now Can i go?” I looked at Niall.

“Wait what was that song you were singing in the car?” he asked looking through my phone, obviously wanting the play the song i was singing.

“Marlyin monroe?” I asked.

“I don’t know… how does it go?”

“ I can be selfish, be so impatient Sometimes I feel like Marilyn Monroe I’m insecure, yeah, I make mistakes Sometimes I feel like i’m at the end of the road” I stated.

“sing it!”

“Im not singing for… 70,000 people!” i said looking at the view counter. Holy shit, 70,000 people.

“Why not? You are a pretty good singer!”

“because I don’t want too, plus they don’t care about me, they just want to see you! So show them you!” I said standing up but Niall pulled me back down.

“Who wants to see Maddie sing?” he said looking at the camera. Soon there were comments coming it every half a second, saying they wanted me to sing. My cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson. 

“I can’t sing Niall! I actually can’t! You will embarrass me in front of 80,000 people! Omg, 20,000 people just joined! That’s crazy!”

“One chorus, and I will leave you alone!… But No chorus and I’m not driving you home!”

“I think i would rather walk…”

“To bad you don’t know how to get there, so you will have to sing!”

“Fineeeeeee” i said rolling my eyes. “But i swear to god I will kill you.”

I took a deep breath in and out and stared right into the camera, hoping no one I actually knew was watching. 

“This is a song by my girl Nicki Minaj, about my girl Marilyin Monroe!” I said acting all ghetto.

“Please don’t judge me. Or hate me. You saw I did not want to do this. Actually block your ears, I don’t want you to go deaf!”

“JUST SING!” Niall interupted.

“Give me a beat!” i said to Niall and he began failing miserably at beat boxing. I closed my eyes tightly and began to sing.

“Call it a curse! Or just call me blessed. If you can’t handle my worse, You ain’t getting my best. Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt?

Well, must be how Marilyn Monroe felt.”

“Okay well thanks goodbye, Hair is really pink, and goodbye!”  i said awkwardly walking into his Bedroom and lying on his bed. He told me I could use his iPad, so once I found it a logged straight on to Facebook to answer Carla. I not only had an inbox from Carla, but 7 other inboxes, 53 notifications and 286 friend requests. This Is crazy, i thought. I left all the friend requests, because I knew they were all fans. I opened the inboxes which were half from girls who were from my old school that I barely knew, asking for the boy’s number. I just ignored them, and answered inboxes of people i actually knew.

Carla: Hope you are having fun in London. Thanks for telling me btw, I had to find out via the internet. Plus, You are pretty famous now! Just saying. I follow a few one direction blogs, and there are photos of you and the boys everywhere! Ones of you and harry as kids, which i do not know how they found. Ones of you and Zayn on the streets, and at parties. You are getting pretty busy aye! Anyways, I just wanted to know how everything with your dad is working out because we haven’t seen each other in a while, and I hope to hear good news! All the same for more, but I am more… wouldn’t say happier, but just more accepting I guess. I don’t really care anymore but YOLO! Going out tonight and I will get totally fucked up in memory of you! xxxxxxx”

me: Really? that is kind of creepy.. considering I’m no where near famous, i just know them. Its not like I am josh, their drummer or something. I am merely a friend of theirs? anyways… no word from my dad but like you, I’m okay with it. ACtually not okay, more pissed now. You had that stage of being really angry, which I think is what Im at now, but I do not care about him one bit! I HAVENT DIED YOU KNOW! hahaha have fun sugar tits xxxxx”

I answered a few more inboxes from other people and the logged on to twitter. Trending world wide was “#comebackmaddie and #welovepinkhair”. My mouth dropped and I could not believe it. I large smile grew upon my face, as I realised they didn’t hate me for appearing on the twit cam. I decided to quietly open the door, and slowly crawl behind the couch which Niall was sitting on. In a matter of seconds I jumped up from behind him, and scared him so much he swore. “Just getting you back from before!”I smiled cheekily.

Almost a second after I said that, the song changed too I want to break free by Queen. I almost immeditalty begun miming the words and doing some great 80s moves. Niall copied me and we began laughing.  After about twenty minutes, Niall said goodbye to his fans, and drove me back to Zayn’s place. I thanked him for dinner and Walked quietly into the flat hoping not to wake Zayn. Lucky I hadn’t any make up on, so I quickly undressed and got into bed. i was so tired, I fell asleep straight away.

Sorry this took so long to right guys! i have had so much homework and stuff. Also I am extremely tried right now so excuse all mistakes!! ahha lub ya xxx

• sorry for such a long wait! 
• i have had so much homework! 
• and i still do haha
• I get off early tomorrow because i am a senior 
• oh yeaaaaah
• so i will probably get it done then
• instead of doing homework
• YOLO

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