Not Warriors- Awsten Knight

Chapter 22

The vote amongst everyone was unanimous that Claire would get to have the single room at the hotel for the next two nights, considering without her they would be sleeping on the bus in the parking lot. 

She was was thankful for that, while she loved getting to work with her best friends being surrounded by four men, eight the last few days they had been with Waterparks was exhausting.

Claire  is laying on the bed in the hotel room staring at the ceiling, when she hears a small knock on the door and groans.

"Can y'all really not survive two hours without me?" she calls out dramatically, and she hears a laugh that she knows is Awsten.

She smiles softly to herself, getting up and making her way to the door. 

"How can I help you darling?" she asks him sweetly, and he holds up a bag in response that Claire can see hair dye through. 

Her eyes widen slightly, "You were serious about dyeing my hair for me?" she asks him and he nods.

"As long as you were serious about going purple." he replies, still standing in the hallway.

Claire steps aside ushering him into her room, closing the door behind the both of them.

"I was absolutely serious, but it's been a long time since you last did my hair are you up for this?" she asks him curiously, and he fakes being offended.

"Claire Elizabeth I was the only person you trusted to dye your hair for six years, have you lost your faith in my abilities?" he asks putting a hand over his heart, and flopping down to the bed. 

"Hey now, I never said anything about that. Just reminding you of the process that is bleaching and dyeing my hair." Claire replies, giggling at how Awsten is sprawled out across the bed. 

"And for the record I haven't dyed my hair in six years due to being so used to you doing it for me." she points out and he sits up slowly.

"Wait really?" he asks, his eyebrows raising, "But you always had some sort of color in your hair"

Claire hums in response as she goes over to her suitcase, digging through it to find a shirt that she wouldn't care if it got stained or not. "Mhm, last color I had was pink in like 2012?" she replies absent mindedly, thinking out loud 

Awsten purses his lips together, nodding his head. "Whatcha digging for? Gold?" he asks her playfully and she rolls her eyes.

"A shirt that I don't care if it gets ruined with bleach and hair dye, smartass." she replies shaking her head, "Unless you know where I can find gold, you did tell me that you're rich and in a platinum selling boy band so you must have some lying around." she adds in sarcastically and he lets out a loud laugh. 

"Oh yes, so rich I actually bathe with solid gold bars by my bathtub in my parents house every night." he answers, still laughing. 

Claire lets out a groan, "I literally did not pack a single shirt that I wouldn't be sad about ruining." she pauses for a minute, thinking to herself.

"Do you care if I just don't wear a shirt? I'll obviously wear my bra, but it's easier to deal with a purple bra than a purple shirt." she asks him and he swallows hard, feeling a pit of nerves in his stomach. 

"If you're comfortable, so am I." he tells her reassuringly, offering a smile. 

Claire nods, thankful he wasn't making a big deal out of it and pulls her shirt over her head, making her way towards the bathroom.  

"You coming in here or are you just going to make eyes at me from the bed?" she asks him, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice her eyes twinkling with mischief.