The hen house watching the met gala in costume is all I can imagine. Wine and judgement and “Niall should get his nips put. If harry can do, so can he”
They had been raving about it for weeks. A countdown was set, food was to be catered, wine was to be consumed and the best dressed woman received a pretty swanky prize – a massage at this new spa in Malibu on top of brunch selection privileges for an entire month. When it came to fashion, The Hen House did not mess around.
This year was different than most years. This year, one of Niall’s mates was hosting the Met Gala and they really couldn’t believe it. Jenna was over the moon that Harry was co-chair. She would not shut up about it. The rest of the girls let her have her moment because it wasn’t every day someone that they sorta knew hosted such a big event.
When the big day arrived, the group of women flocked to Jenna’s flat ready to indulge in good food and (hopefully) even better fashion. They tried their best to fit this years theme.
Brittany wore a full faux fur ensemble as if she was Méret Oppenheim’s Object. Maggie wore a skin tight lilac dress with a bedazzled indigo-colored cape. Jenna had on a pantsuit that was completely covered in sequins that were shaped like Conversation Hearts. Georgina hand sewed an ungodly amount of flowers onto a dress she bought at Target. She didn’t think she was going to win but she had fun making it.
“Let’s get this show on the road.” Jenna said as she turned the volume on the TV. “I need to see what Harry Styles is wearing.”
“I’m only here for the wine,” Brittany mumbled into her half full glass.
“Which is why you didn’t even try with your outfit.” Mags teased.
“Maybe this is camp to me.” Brittany replied shooting her a dirty look.
“I think she looks nice.” Georgina said plopping down beside her best friend.
“How are we gonna decide who wins?” Jenna asked looking between the group of women. “I think we all look pretty camp.”
“Send a pic to Ni and see what he thinks.” Brittany suggested.
“I mean he is a model so he should know.” Georgina said making the others laugh.
“Was he being serious about going to this?” Jenna asked settling into her glass of win.
“It’s insanely expensive and you have to be approved so I don’t know.” Mags said.
“What do you think he’d wear?” Brittany asked. “I don’t picture him following the theme.”
“Some sort of velvet suit with some weird kinda pattern.” Georgina rattled off. Her and Niall had had this exact conversation the night before when she was making her dress.
“He’s not super flamboyant so I could see it.” Mags nodded.
“I could see him having something with a cheeky little message on it. You know what I mean?” Jenna said with a smirk. “Shit-talker Nialler.”
“I actually think a lot of people would give him shit.” Brittany said.
“That’s what’s frustrating about the themes. If you follow them, you end up on Fashion Police which is bloody bull shit.” Mags said sounding annoyed.
“Not only that but fans and the media haven’t really labeled him as the fashion guy so if he were to show up in something campy they’d shit on it.” Jenna said.
“They shit on everything he does.” Georgina said. “Niall’s learnin’ to not give a fuck. This would just be another thing to add to the list.”
Before the group to dive into the struggles of their famous friend’s life, the commercial break ended.
“Oh shit! It’s starting!” Jenna squealed as the red carpet entrances began.
Georgina sipped on her wine as she watched her friends gossip about the outfit choices of A-list celebrities.
“Billy Porter killed it. I’m done. I don’t need to watch any more.” Mags said throwing her hand in the air. “That entrance, are you fuckin’ kidding me?”
“Just wait for Harry.” Jenna said with a smile on her face.
The next few moments were filled with idle chatter as they waited for one particular boy from Chesire to make his big debut. As soon as he came onto the screen, Jenna nearly fainted. Mags started rambling on about how revolutionary Harry’s outfit choice was while Brittany and Georgina sat back and listened. They weren’t too fond of his choice but they also weren’t as into fashion as the other two members of their group were.
“You know, Niall should get his nips out more.” Mags smirked. “I mean if Harry can do it, so can our Baby.”
“He’d fuckin’ kill us all with that chest hair.” Georgina mumbled.
All three heads turned towards her as an embarrassed heat rushed to her cheeks. She meant to keep that comment to herself.
“What?” Georgina said shyly. “You were all thinking it. I’m just sayin’ it.”
“I knew you were a chest hair type of girl.” Jenna smirked.
“Not really, only his.” Georgina admitted. “I think I’ve drank too much.”
“Kid does has a great rug on him.” Brittany said with a nod.
“Ferg, you ever get the chance to pull on it, let me know how it is.” Jenna teased. “I’m not a big chest hair gal but his is quite nice. Real manly.”
“If you ask him, I’m sure he’d let you.” Georgina winked.
“We should have made the boys join us.” Brittany said with a smile. “David would shit himself. He hates dressing up for stuff like this.”
“Jamie would win. Hands down.” Georgina said.
“And he wouldn’t even need my help.” Mags giggled.
“Girls! I just realized something. We can’t send our pics to Ni. He’d pick Ferg immediately.” Jenna said as her face lit up.
“I think he’d be fair.” Brittany said looking confused.
“Nah, he’d get one look at her tits and he’d be done.” Jenna giggled.
“The girls are looking quite nice today, Georgina.” Mags said raising her glass.
“Thanks. New bra.” Georgina grinned.
“And she’s got plants all over her. Unfair advantage.” Jenna pointed out.
“If she could find a way to pour pints out of her finger tips and broadcast golf scores, she’d be Niall Horan’s ultimate wet dream.” Mags said with a smirk.