Victoria’s point of view
Who the fuck did that little fucking bitch think she is? First she practically splits my head open and then she starts straightening in the same fucking area. I was frozen on the bed holding the back of my head with my hands as Jen ran and shut the door and walked back to the bed, where Amanda and Anouk had coaxed me into letting my hands fall free as they returned to inspecting my head.
Half an hour later, the girls had cleaned up the blood from my head and had stopped the bleeding.
“If it makes you feel any better, we don’t like her.” Jen stated to me and the girls nodded in agreement.
“Thanks guys, but there’s nothing I can do. If Alan wants to be with her, let him.” I sighed in defeat.
“Well, still, all that aside; I don’t like her.” Amanda said, “She’s really annoying and she acts like a child. She looks like she belongs on Jersey Shore.”
I laughed, “She actually resembles Holly Hagan from Geordie Shore, only blonde.” My laughter died as I put my head in my hands.
“I thought I knew Alan, I never would’ve guessed she was his type!”
“Maybe he’s just using her…” Anouk started to say, a mischievous glint in her eye, “Just to make you jealous.”
“mmm, I doubt he would do that though.” I said.
The girls and I spoke for another hour or so, about how we didn’t like Lauren and wondering what Alan was doing with her. After our girl time, the girls left to be with their guys. I got up from my bed to go and get a glass of water and something to eat. By the looks of it, I was the only one up, all the lights were off. Except for the kitchen, I walked into the kitchen, expecting one of the guys to be up, but it was Lauren.
She hadn’t heard me coming so I was able to look in on what she was doing, she had our fridge door open and was stuffing her face with whatever she could find. I watched her with disgust for a few minutes before I decided the make my entrance. I crept back up to my room, open and closed my door loud enough for Lauren to hear and walked to the kitchen, making sure my feet made stomping noises. It had worked, Lauren frantically wiped her mouth and adjusted her bleached blonde hair extensions.
“God! Want to be any louder?” She scoffed at me, “Thunder thighs” She muttered under her breath.
“Last time I checked you’re in no position to comment on someone’s weight.” I smiled sweetly at her.
Suddenly Lauren whipped around and grabbed a glass from the cupboard, filled it with water and poured it on herself and then threw the glass to the floor. Was she retarded? What the fuck did she just do? I started laughing at what she had just done, what a fucking idiot!
Suddenly she started wailing, fake tears ran down her face, streaking her makeup and fake tan. I laughed even harder, what the fuck was she doing? Alan ran in to the kitchen with Austin, Tino, Aaron and Phil behind him.
“Lauren? What happened??” Alan asked boredly.
“S-she called me overweight, threw her water on me and smashed the glass, telling me to get out and that I don’t belong here.” Lauren ran to Alan and hugged him tightly, sobbing into his chest.
“What the hell Victoria!” Alan asked angrily, although his voice and expression looked and sounded angry, the anger didn’t reach his eyes. Sooo this is what Lauren was playing at. I stood there, confused as fuck as to what just happened.
“You don’t actually believe her do you?” I asked Alan astounded.
“Yeah I do, she’s my girlfriend!” Alan’s words stung a bit. Actually, they stung a lot. Suddenly I was hungry anymore.
“Whatever Alan, believe her. Remember what happened the last time you believed someone over me?” Yeah I did just say that, the last time Alan believed someone over me, I was nearly raped. Alan’s glare softened a bit before turning back into his cold expression.
I walked back into my room and resisted the urge to slam the door. I dug around my things trying to find my pyjamas. It took me half an hour to realize that they were all dirty. I walked out of the room and shouted.
“ALAN!” I yelled.
“YES?” He yelled back, his voice was normal towards me, so I guess we were over our little fight, his voice was coming from his room. I walked towards Alan’s new room and heard sniffling. I walked in anyways to find a very bored Alan consoling his girlfriend. She was on his lap, crying into his shoulder so she couldn’t see the bored expression he was making. He honestly looked like he was in pain, but then again anyone would if they had Lauren on their lap. She turned around to look at me, mascara, fake tan and foundation streaked her face, I wanted to gag. Poor Alan looked helpless.
“W-what do you want?” She sniffled, “Ally send her away.” She pouted as she turned back into his shoulder.
“Ally?” I mouthed.
“No” Alan mouthed back and I chuckled.
“I’m stealing one of your crew necks.” I stated as I rummaged through Alan’s stuff and found the perfect crew neck, long sleeved and warm.
“Yeah go ahead!” Alan smiled. I loved Alan’s shirts, they were big and comfy and smelled like him. I had even been wearing a shirt of his tonight.
“While I’m here I may as well give you back this shirt” I laughed as I pointed at the shirt I had on. I pulled Alan’s shirt over my head, leaving me in my lacy black bra and leggings.
“What do you think you’re doing!” Lauren glared angrily at me.
“Returning Alan’s shirt!” I smiled as I slipped the crew neck over my body, it fit amazingly and Alan couldn’t take his eyes off me. I threw the shirt I had just worn to Alan.
“Night Alan.” I grinned as I turned to walk out of the room, feeling Alan stare at my body as I walked out, before I closed the door, I heard a smack and then Lauren going ballistic at Alan.

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