DISCLAIMERRR: dont't own mcfly, xbox, or mean girls. once again, just the characters and plot, pffft.
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"You were bloody brilliant, Liv!" Dee exclaimed, walking on the streets of London with her friend, "I mean, McFly looked like they were having the best time ever. And I cannot believe you got their numbers."
"Aw, thanks Dee." Olivia loved her friend. She always believed that Olivia could do anything she pleased and always encouraged her to do her best. But Angelique, Olivia's boss, was getting angrier now that Olivia's lateness had become pattern. Olivia sighed.
And as if reading her mind, Dee spoke. "Don't worry, Liv, Angelique wouldn't dare fire you, you rocked that show today."
"Dee, you always make me feel better. Ooh, hold on a second," Olivia's phone had rung and so she quickly rummaged through her purse to take it out. It read: TOM.
"Who was it?" Dee asked.
"It's Tom. Huh, I wonder what he wants." Olivia flipped her Motorola open.
"'Ello?" She spoke into the phone.
"Hey, Olivia, it's Tom. Listen, I know we just had our interview… a, um... approximate time of 2 hours ago but I was wondering if you and Delilah wanted to come over and hang with me and the guys tonight. We're gonna order in food and just chill at Harry's flat. What do you say?"
"Hold on," Olivia took the phone away from her mouth and quickly whispered to Dee "They want us to go to Harry's house!"
Dee gave Olivia a very enthusiastic thumbs-up to which Olivia cleared her throat and began to talk into the phone again.
"Yeah, I think we'll swing by"
"Great, Harry will be thrilled. Don't tell but he's got a slight crush on your friend there"
Olivia smiled. She was soooo telling Dee after the call. She got the address and the time then said goodbye to Tom, hanging up the phone. She put on a serious face and grabbed Dee's wrists.
"Oh no, what's wrong." Dee's enthusiasm faded into a grim expression.
"I have bad news. It concerns Harry."
"Shit."
"He has a slight crush on you."
"WHAT!?! OMG LIV!" Dee screeched with pleasure jumping up and down, causing passerby's to glance awkwardly at the duo, "Liv, you so have to come over right now and help me with a new look."
"Dude," Olivia grinned, "YOU'RE the makeup artist/hairdresser. Not me."
"I know, Liv, but I need you to find a cute girly-ish outfit in my closet. I can't be trusted to do that."
"Alright. Let's go."
Dee would've sprinted throughout the park if it hadn't been for her holding Olivia, who refused to even power walk.
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Delilah's Pad
Olivia was sitting in Delilah's room on her Queen sized bed, shifting through clothes Dee had dumped out.
"Dee," Olivia sighed, "Is this like everything you've ever bought? It's such a massive amount."
Dee, on the other hand, was sitting at the vanity table right across. She stopped attempting to take out her nose ring and looked at Olivia through the mirror.
"No, but come on, Liv. There has to be something in there."
Olivia sighed once more and asked, "Dee why are you taking out your nose ring? Harry might've liked it y'know."
"Yeah, right." Dee sneered and continued pulling at the silver thing, "I'm lucky I didn't mass pierce my ears that once year. One piercing per ear, excluding my stud on the top right, is enough."
Olivia ignored Dee, who had continued to yammer on about hr crazy teen days. She loved her but sometimes she was such a snore. Finally, after sifting through that bloody pile, she had found a cute, turquoise minidress that would compliment Dee's turquoise eyes superbly. Looking up at Dee, who had taken off all of her heavy punk-rockesque makeup and was now applying something more like Olivia wore, Olivia saw that Dee's hair was almost the same as the girl in the "5 Colors in Her Hair" video except Dee's hair was more blonde and longer; and prettier in Olivia's opinion.
"Dee," Olivia said in a sin-song voice, " I found the perfect thing. It's stunning."
Dee turned around, looking more beautiful than ever, and grimaced at the sight of the dress.
"Are you freaking kidding? That's the dress my mother made me wear to one of James Bourne's family's parties as a teen. Ew."
Olivia couldn't get over this fact. Delilah's mother had been one of the most gorgeous actresses in Britain, knowing pretty much everyone. She had always wanted Dee to follow in her footsteps. She thought appointing Dee as her stylist would help her realize what a wonder acting was. But alas, when Dee rejected that her mother moved away to Japan, leaving Dee with her businessman father, who was never home. Dee moved out at 18 and has been making her name as a stylist ever since. T4 was just the beginning.
"Dee, this is gorgeous AND, throw on a pair of black leggings, it'll be casual. Trust me you're still lucky you fit in this."
"Olivia, you're a size 2, also." Dee laughed.
"Fine, but if Harry sees you in this," Olivia teased, "He'll be all over you."
Dee gave her mocking friend a stare, then grabbed the dress and went into the bathroom to change, leaving a hysteric Olivia writhing in laughter on hr bed.
Once she had calmed down, Olivia sifted through the pile a bit more. She saw a pair of old Sevens that were perfect. 'Dee's taking forever." Olivia thought, continuing to sort through the tons of clothes that lay before her, yet to be rummaged through. By the time Dee had gotten out, Olivia had paired up the old Sevens with a super cute shirt which would go stellularly with her metallic flats.
"Ohmygod," Dee exclaimed, "Now that's cute."
Olivia smiled and went into the bathroom to change, leaving Dee to straighten her hair out before they left. Olivia liked her hair naturally, it was just the perfect about of wavy. It looked like Lindsay Lohan's in Mean Girl's, except thicker and blonder.
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By the time both girls were ready and pulling into Harry's driveway, they were officially ten minutes late.
"Ohmygod," Dee was complaining, "What if Harry doesn't like girls who are 'fashionably late' as you so quaintly put it? Then I'm screwed!"
"Shut UP Dee, jeez." Olivia joked, she thought Dee's crush was cute,
The two girls walked up to the door and rang the doorbell which played the first line of the "5 Colors in Her Hair" chorus. Dee thought this was adorable and promptly aww'd.
A girl with brown hair and pretty brown eyes opened the door. "Oh hi!" She said excitedly, "You must be the girls from T4 the boys were talking about, right? Olivia and Delilah was it?"
The girls nodded, confused to who this was.
"I'm Giovanna, Tom's girlfriend. And thank god you guys are here I was about to die with those animals."
"Ha-ha, I'm Olivia." She introduced herself.
"And I'm Delilah," Dee stated, "But everyone calls me Dee."
"Okay, cool. You two can call me Gio since you seem super chill." Giovanna led them inside, faced with the backs of four boys' heads and the front of a huge television screen with bombs exploding.
"GOD TOM, YOU HAD TO KILL ME OFF. Screw you guys, I hate being the youngest!!!" Dougie yelled, throwing his XBOX 360 controller down. And standing up, turning around to see the girls.
"Oy, fellas," He nudged his buddies, who swatted him away, "The girls are here."
The first to turn around was Harry, whose jaw almost dropped when he saw Dee.
"Dee? Is that you?" He said, shocked, not recognizing her.
"Hell yeah! Now I'm ready to kick some McFly ass at Halo 3" Dee hopped the couch and picked up Dougie's controller.
"Bring it on!" The boys jeered.
"Hey, Dougie!" Olivia said to the boy, who she secretly thought was pretty fit. He was wearing a pair of capris and a shirt that fitted him oh-so-well. Hs hair had grown out a bit and was styled the "emo" way.
"Hey, Liv! What's up?" Dougie was the only boy who called her Liv and Olivia adored this. Dougie smiled at the girl, she looked so hot.
"Since those dumbasses are hogging the XBOX," Dougie pointed to the group of cheering mates of which Dee was winning the game, "Want to go to Harry's studio? It's so sick I have to show you."
The thought of spending time alone with Dougie made her heart flip, but Olivia immediately shrugged the feeling off. "I can't, he'd never like ME." She thought.
The two walked down the hall and entered a big room, filled with an audio booth and equipment Olivia had only seen in the movies and on TV.
"This is wicked." She exclaimed. Living in England, she'd picked up some slang. And her friends in Girls Aloud had been teaching her whenever they came to visit.
"I know, huh. Hey you want to sing something? Harry's got loads of tracks stored on here." Dougie pointed to the machine.
Olivia laughed. "ME??? You must be joking. I don't sing anything, not even karaoke."
"Aw, come on," Dougie pointed at her, which tickled.
"NOO" She giggled.
"Does that tickle?" He started tickling her even more.
"AHHH OKAY OKAYYYY stop," She was laughing so hard she had a tear, "I'll do it. Just play something I'll know."
She got in the booth and put the headphones on her head. Dougie was smiling at her from the other side of the glass and messing with something on the computer.
"Okay, he said, "PRESENTING…"
Suddenly Rihanna's 'Umbrella' blasted throughout the booth. Olivia laughed, but sang along playfully to the words. She was making a total ass of herself; and when she saw the look on Dougie's face, she stopped in horror.
"I know, I suck. Sorry for making your ears bleed." Olivia said, genuinely sorry.