While We're Young

Chapter 5

Okay. What to wear? Today we are going to start our generally long trip to Harwich. It's not the longest we've been on but I honestly hate long drives. Unfortunately, I will be unable to drive along with the boys this time but I'll be fine, I have my cute little yellow convertible Volxwagon Bug and a pile of good CDs so I'll be fine. The drive is about 90 minutes but who knows with the traffic and every thing? I decide to put on something comfortable so i go for a white camisole and grey sweats. Not the ugly homeless person looking type of sweats but the cute kind that can make girls look hot. I glance in the mirror. I don't look homeless or lazy. I have already combed my hair and applied makeup so i just look chilled out and tidy and I feel pretty good too. 

After slipping on my boots and getting everything all packed up so I can get out quickly I head downstairs and meet the boys at the front desk. I exchange a sly look with Louis then glance at Harry who grins at me almost cheekily. At least he is acting normal, it's weird when he doesn't act right… makes me feel sad for some reason. I mean it's not like I need his mischief and cheekiness to light up my life or anything, that would be quite ridiculous. Liam puts his arm around my shoulders and I sigh,

"Liam, can you not show so much PDA? Helloooo?" which gets laughs from all the boy and even myself. 

"What is it, love? Have a problem with a public display of affection?" Zayn laughs and hugs me. All of a sudden all of the boys are hugging me and kissing my head and cheeks. I'm beginning to sink to the ground slowly because I'm laughing so hard but I feel strong arms holding me up by wrapping around my legs and ass. I look to find the source and of course it's Louis. He is grinning mischievously and slides his hands around a little so they can be in a more convenient place. He slowly moves in to the middle of the huddle and quickly, before anyone can notice, kisses my lips softly then pulls away while setting me upright so I have better balance. 

The boys finally lay off once they begin to tickle me to the point where I squeaked loud enough that the ladies at the front desk stopped what they were doing to glare at us. Now we are going to head to breakfast! Wow, what a great way to start a morning, huh? We head to the quiet buffet inside the dining room. It just opened and there is nearly nobody here, thankfully the people that are here are older and none are young and about to pounce on the boys. 

Geez, it can be so annoying when we are out in public and girls spot us, and by us I mean the boys because girls don't give a shit about me and they still wouldn't if they even knew who i was, and they start hysterically screaming and jumping up and down and begging for pictures, hugs, et-fucking-cetera. 

Some of the fans can be really chill when they see the boys, they contain their excitement, even if it is just barely, and calmly and almost casually talk to them and take pictures. Those ones are alright in my book. But who am I to decide the important opinion is that of the five boys that are the ones being attacked by crazed fans drunk on juice boxes and cupcakes or whatever, I don't really even know.

Anyway, we set down at a large booth. Louis, Harry, Liam, Niall, Zayn, and I all at one. One other booth consists of the hair and clothing stylists and another has Paul and a few body guards- the adults that actually wish to be serious and business-like. I glance at Niall and see him opening one of those mini containers of jam and sticking his tongue into it. Yeah, no seriousness here.