"Stuck In The Friend-Zone Again and Again"

"You're Keeping Perfect Time"

We ordered room service for brunch on Sunday, and Michael taught me how to play Call of Duty. I wasn't actually that bad.

Around 12:30 we started to get ready for the gig, because we had to be there sometime before two because it started at 3 and we had to do sound check.
I wore my bright yellow stretch skinny jeans and a white flowy cotton tank with the Nirvana smiley face in a floral print adorning the front. My hair was up in my signature messy bun, and I wore a daisy ring to match; I had on my high tops again. Luke had on his yellow and black Nivana shirt, Calum his NASA shirt, Michael his IDIOT baseball tee, and Ashton his New Order shirt.
Ashton was wearing his glasses today, looking more adorable when usual, especially when he smiled and showed off his dimples.
"Twins!" I called to Ashton, referring to our glasses.
He grinned  and pulled on his shoes.

Eventually, after half an hour, everyone was ready except for Luke, who was still doing his hair. None of us were really shocked.
"C'mon, Luke! We're gonna be late!" I shouted, hammering the bathroom door with my fist.
At last, the door opened.
"Okay, okay, okay. I'm ready, don't get your panties in a bunch," Luke smiled, rolling his eyes.
"I prefer 'knickers in a knot'," I replied nonchalantly.
Everyone laughed, including me, as we headed out the door.

In the bus, Ashton informed me that we had an interview tomorrow, because even though it was Monday, it was a holiday from school and instead of dropping me off that night I was coming to the interview too. Greeeeeaaaat. Now I could make a fool of myself on national television.
I didn't even know why they were bringing me on tv with them, I had only known them for 7 months, but they were, and I wasn't going to argue.

15 minutes later we were at the venue.
According to the guys it was a small concert type thing. You could win tickets online, and 250 were given away.
I was singing along quietly as the guys did sound check. Between running through Shes Kinda Hot and Try Hard, I absentmindedly picked up one of Michael's acoustic guitars and started plucking away. The truth was I was a musical quadruple-thret; I sang, played guitar, piano, and drums. I started playing Beside You and singing the words quietly, sort of forgetting that I was in the same room as the original band using one of their guitars. Right as I strummed the last chords, I looked up to find them all gaping at me, except for Luke who wore a smug smile. I hurriedly set down the guitar and cleared my throat in embarrassment. "S-sorry," I stammered. "I- I don't know why I did that."
Calum opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water.
Ashton just stared.
Luke grinned.
Michael yelled: "oh HELL yes!"
I raised my eyebrows and smiled shyly, looking at them standing over me through my eyelashes.
"You- you... You can... You can SING?" Calum sputtered. "AND PLAY GUITAR? HOW HAS THIS NOT COME UP?"
I blushed. "I don't know," I said shyly. "I guess it just never did."
"I KNEW!" Luke exclaimed childishly.
They all turned to stare.
"Well, about the singing. Not the guitar," he confessed.
"Is there anything else we should know?" Ashton demanded.
"I didn't know that that was a need to know type of thing," I raised my eyebrows. "But if that's the kind of information you want, I guess there's more. I can also play piano and drums. As much as I love music though, I don't really want to pursue it all that widely. I want to be a teen fiction author. Preferable publisher is Bloomsbury."
"Sooooo... You're totally blessed in musical talent, but you don't want to be a musician?" Michael said, eyebrows furrowed.
I blushed. "I think I'm a good writer too."
Calum pulled out his phone and started typing. "Hold on guys. I'm searching her WattPad."
I jumped up and tried to snatch the phone away. "No no no no no no no no no no no don't do that no no no no no no Calum please please please please don't no no no no no no no no no no!" I squealed.
Michael smirked and grabbed the phone from Calum's hand.
He looked at the screen, and his face lit up in a childish grin.
"Oh oh oh. What do we have here?" He clicked on something and scrolled, his smirk growing bigger and bigger with each passing second.
"Our little Paris-" he grinned. "-is even more of a fangirl than we thought."
"Please Michael!" I begged. "If you have any decency you will NOT read that!"
"Paris Eve Hadley, works, let's see... Ooooh..." He began.
I blushed fiercely and buried my face in my hands.
"5SOS Imagines, 5SOS Preferences, Luke Hemmings Imagines, Luke Hemmings Preferences, So Perfect; A Luke Hemmings Story, All Your Little Things; A Luke Hemmings Story, Missing Him Was Dark Grey All Alone; A Luke Hemmings Story, a fan of Taylor I see, aaaaaand, oh yes, Dancing 'Round All Alone; A Luke Hemmings Story," Michael recited. "Someone-" he said slowly. "-is a veeeeeeery big fan of Mr. Hemmings."
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to cry; this was by far the most embarrassing moment of my life, and I had a LOT of experience with embarrassing.
My face was hidden from view, my hands shielding my face from view.
I heard Luke giggle and groaned.
"It's okay, Paris. If I was a girl I'd like Luke too," Ashton giggled. "He's all tall, and has nice hair, and he's got that lip ring..." His fit of giggles caused him to stop talking.
I didn't respond, just kept my face hidden, and even Ashton's cute little giggle couldn't distract me from my embarrassment.
"Paris?" Luke said quietly. Ashton tried to stifle his giggles so he could hear.
"I don't want to be made fun of anymore so if you're gonna tease me I'd suggest not," I said in an upset tone, my voice muffled by my hands.
"I'm not going to," he replied. "Look at me?" He asked.
I lifted my head and peeked out through my fingers, still holding back tears.
"I think it's cute," he half smiled.
"Huh?" I said, confused.
"It's... Kind of adorable," he admitted.
"Well I'm not in love with you anymore, if it makes you feel better," I smiled sadly.
"Now why ever not? Now that you actually know me you don't love me anymore?" He asked, fake offended.
"No," I smiled a bit. "It's just: a) I'm 15, b) you're famous and then here I am, and c) we're friends and I find it difficult to imagine dating friends because if we had a messy breakup then poof no more friendship so.." I was half-lying, I still did sort of love Luke, okay I still did even more sort of than I used to before I actually met him, but he wasn't about to know that.
"Well at least you're not all awkward and can't string together a sentence in front me," Luke smiled.
"I used to be," I smiled sheepishly. "It took me an hour to figure out how to reply to your texts. You just couldn't tell."
"You're such a dork," Luke grinned.
I smiled a goofy smile and turned to the other 3, letting my grin drop and gave them a death glare. "No more teasing about luke."
They all gave me terrified looks, but Luke just wrapped his arm around my shoulders and laughed next to my ear. "That's my girl. Feisty as ever." I tried not to squeal; HE CALLED ME HIS GIRL!!!!!!
I grinned happily. "Oh don't look at me like that," I told Calum, Ashton, and Michael, who were still looking scared. "I'm adorable and the sweetest person ever. You said so yourselves," I grinned.
They all laughed.
"We did, didn't we?" Ashton chuckled.
"Yeah you diiiiid," I smiled goofily.
They all laughed harder.
"What you don't like my smile?" I did the weird smile again. "I've seen you guys do that smile!"
They all smiled guiltily.
"I'm a fangirl guys, I know my stuff," I giggled.