"Cherry flavored conversations with you
Got me hanging on"
-🍒
Lorelei Cupid is an aspiring cosmetologist who has a slight cherry obsession. She is dealing with a terrible ex-best friend and possible financial problems. She encounters Harry, a new s...
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Despite popular opinion, Niall wasn't dumb, he was actually quite observant. He knew when a situation was going south, and he knew that acting a bit dense really helped with lifting the mood and tension in a room. That being said, Niall could tell that the argument between Lorelei and Harry was not an ordinary one. He realized that when his jokes only served in making the tension between them thicker and when the two would glare at each other from across the room before longingly staring at the other.
Niall entered the dressing room later than everyone else because he had to take a shower to get whipped cream out of his hair (courtesy of Liam). He took a set on his favorite chair as he waited for Marlow or Lorelei to prep him for the show.
"Hey," He said in the general direction of Harry, who sat across from him, "Where's Lorelei?"
Harry glanced up at him from his phone and shrugged. "Don't know. I haven't seen her all day," he replied, and Niall frowned. That was unlike her she was usually the first one here because of how passionate she was about her craft.
"That's weird. I haven't seen her all day either," Louis commented, and Niall's frown went deeper.
"Has anyone seen Lorelei today?" Niall asked loudly as he surveyed the room. Everyone either shook their heads or gave a verbal decline. That had him worried, and apparently, so was Harry because he stood up and announced he was going to check on her. Niall had to hide a smirk, he knew that no matter how much the couple tried to ignore each other, their love for each other still showed beneath the cracks.
He sat still as Marlow did his hair, he could feel that everyone was on edge because they all knew how important this job was to Lorelei. There was no way she would just not come. Harry appeared at the doorway, panting and flushed and without his girlfriend. Before Niall could ask where the girl was, Harry spoke, his words rushed out. "She wasn't in her room, and she's not picking up her phone it's just going to voicemail. So can someone call her? Maybe she's just ignoring me, or maybe she blocked me, we all know how annoyed she's been at me lately. I..." Harry rambled on, but Niall chose to tune him out as he dug through his pocket for his phone.
He hastily clicked on her contact. The phone rang once before going to voicemail. He frowned as he clicked it again, and the same thing happened again. Now, he was really worried. "She's not picking up either," Niall said, eyebrows furrowed in trepidation. "Someone else call her." The members of the band all called her, ending up with the same result.
"Mari said she hasn't talked to her today, and she isn't picking up," Zayn added. His phone dinged, and he snatched it up immediately. "She also says we could try tracking Lorelei's phone," He read.
They all immediately agreed, and Harry, tasked with the job, led them. The impending show was the last thing on Niall's mind as he followed his friend. They arrived at the corner of a sidewalk, not far from the hotel they were currently residing in, and found Lorelei's phone smashed on the floor.
