Destined [H.S]

Runway Models

Emma's POV

After about half an hour, I was done with my shower. I jogged back to our room where all the boys were practicing for tonight's show.

"Hey, guys!" I said as I stood beside Louis.

"Took you long enough..." Harry said. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Well, for starters - I have longer hair than yours, so it takes longer to wash it, secondly, it didn't take me that long, thirdly -"

"Yes! Fight, fight, fight!" Louis jumped.

"Shut up, Tommo. No bickering!" Liam said, tired of us arguing all the time. But it was like a friendly argument, it's not like I absolutely hate Harry to death - it's just friendly, okay?

"So should we start practicing?" Zayn asked.

"Yep!" Nialler's Irish accent said, enhancing the 'p' in his 'yep'.

And so our practice started, lasting for 2 hours, before all of us got tired.

"Let's go have some food, yeah?" Niall asked. We all agreed and made our way to the cafeteria.

We met Aiden on the way. He casually wrapped his arm around me and kissed me softly. I giggled. The boys coughed awkwardly, breaking us apart.

We all chose a random table in the corner of the cafeteria. All of us, including Aiden sat there, waiting to receive our order. I sat in between Harry and Louis while Aiden sat exactly opposite to me. Niall was sandwiched between Harry and Aiden, while Liam and Zayn sat together, holding hands under the table.

Our lunch was finally here and we all feasted on the sandwiches, salads, chips, crisps and our favourite drink - the one and only - orange juice.

Katie, Cher and Rebecca had joined us too, occupying the three empty seats between Zayn and Louis.

A very long chat and thousands of funny debates about Cheerios and Lucky Charms later, we all headed our separate ways - Louis, Harry, Niall, Liam and I following after Zayn to their bedroom for practicing again.

*

"I can't choose an outfit!" Niall whined. I threw him a navy blue tee to go with his khaki trousers. It was almost show time and we all hurried around the dressing room for our second live performance. Harry and Louis ran around in their boxers, looking for their shirts they threw away angrily when they were arguing about the best football team.

"What about me? What should I wear?" Liam asked, holding up two shirts in each of his hands.

"And me too?" Zayn popped up, holding a whole bunch of t-shirts in his hand. Since I was a girl, they all automatically assumed me to be the best stylist they could ever ask for.

"Honestly? I seriously have no clue, just put anything on, you're both beautiful, anything will suit you." I made up a sentence because saying "I don't care about what you wear" would've sounded rude.

"Aww! You're the best, Emmy!" They said, running off to put their shirts on. I was already ready, waiting for the boys to dress up so we can go into the backstage, because it was our performance after 4 other acts. They both ended up matching, wearing the same blue for a jacket.