Chapter 3

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The song for this chapter is The Trouble With Girls by Scotty McCreery. It's a super cute song(:

*Camille's POV*

The alarm on my phone went off the next morning at 10:00, scaring me out of my peaceful slumber and causing me to sit up quickly. I got slightly dizzy from sitting up too quickly and I at the light pouring in from my window. I turned off the annoying ringing that was no help to my spinning head.

Once my mind cleared I remembered I had the brunch today, which also meant I got to see Zayn again. I smiled at the thought but it faltered a bit when I thought back to the nice boy, Carter, I danced with the previous night at the party. We seemed to get on well so I made a mental note to phone him soon, but for now I had to get ready.

I glanced at my phone again to check the time, satisfied that I had two hours to get ready for the day ahead of me. I threw my covers off and made my way into the bathroom, to start my day off with a quick shower. Today's brunch was not quite as ceremonial as Sunday brunch, but ceremonial nonetheless.

I hopped out and threw a towel around my myself and headed back to my bedroom to pick out my outfit. Stepping into my closet, I scanned through my clothes and found the dress I wanted to wear. I pulled out a pastel, purple, long-sleeved beauty, covered with lace from the waist to neckline.

I peeked outside one of the windows in my room to find outside surprisingly sunny. When I returned to the mirror, I noticed how well the dress justified my petite body. I dried my hair and took my time fixing it into an extravagant updo. Applying minimal makeup finished off my look so as not to take away from my pretty dress and hair. Some blush, mascara and light lavender eyeshadow did the trick wonderfully.

I tidied up the room to pass some more time before leaving. I made my bed, picked up the towel lying carelessly on the floor, and cleaned up my makeup and putting it back in its rightful spot in my dresser.

When I finished, I checked the time and made my way to the front of my apartment by the elevator. I grabbed my jacket off the hanger by the doors and put it on, given that my thin dress would not keep me warm in the slightest. I pressed the "down" button on the elevator and wrapped my black pea coat tighter around my frame for when I stepped outside.

Once I got to the lobby, I passed Genevieve, one of the girls that lived in my building and went to Oxford with me. I waved and said a quick, "Hello," before exiting the building. Nate, the driver for my apartment building, was waiting and I greeted him with a warm hug. He was almost as young as I was, only twenty-one. I informed him on where I was headed and with a nod of his head, he started the car and drove in the direction of the Marylebone.

When we arrived, I thanked him for driving me up and hopped out of the car just in time for a car to pull up behind us. Zayn stepped out of his car in a white dress shirt and black dress pants that fitted him in all the best places. I shivered at the chilly air and looked to the other boys getting out of the car consisting of Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Liam Payne and two other boys I didn't recognize. I smiled and waved nicely at them and walked towards the group.

Zayn met up to me half-way and we walked up to the exquisite hotel, the other boys trailing closely behind and chatting up a storm.

Once in the lobby, I turned to the boys behind us and introduced myself to them. Louis, Niall, and Liam then introduced themselves and the other two boys were introduced as Josh and Sandy who were members of the band that played for One Direction at their concerts.

When we were officially all acquainted and had routinely exchanged kisses on cheeks, we piled into the elevator and Zayn punched the number, taking us up to the thirty-eighth floor. He turned back and winked at me and I could feel Louis watching our interaction the whole time. I already felt a little uncomfortable because I disliked being on elevators with other people due to my slight claustrophobia.

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