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2. The meeting

Ashton's point of view

The second we walked into the meeting room, all four of us were met with five faces of angry business men and women, along with Frank himself. We all shuffled anxiously towards the seats that were free around the rectangular meeting table.  Calum sat to my right whilst Michael and Luke sat opposite us, Luke in front of me and Michael in front of Calum.

The room was eerily silent, each of us looking at one another in confusion. If this meeting was so damn important, why the hell was no one talking?

I pushed the leather chair away from the table, cringing when the sound of the metal stands on the bottom of the chair scraped against the wooden flooring that covered the room.

"If you aren't going to talk then-"

"Ashton sit the hell down!" Frank roared, causing me and the rest of the people around the room to jump at the sudden noise.

I sat down obediently, my eyes now making contact with the shiny surface of the desk, my hands linking together in anticipation. It was safe to say, I'd never heard Frank yell so loud, and the fact that his anger was directed towards me, I couldn't help but feel a little bit bummed.

I saw Michael from the corner of my eye pulling at his hood in hopes of covering the now stupid and frankly embarrassing doodles on his cheeks. I didn't blame him, I'd be shitting myself too.

Frank sighed once before shuffling some papers that were lain out in front of him. "Now, as you have all gathered, this meeting is about each of your..behaviours recently." He looked over at Michael, and rolled his eyes before looking to his left to where Lillian, his assistant, was sat and whispered something to her. Lillian nodded her head quickly and dashed out of the room, the sound of her annoying-ass heels filling the momentarily silence.

Michael looked away from Franks stern stare, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I woke up with them." He mumbled, looking down at the table like I had done seconds before.

Calum looked over at Michael, bringing the bottom of his lip in between his teeth. He was feeling guilty.

I nudged his arm gently, leaning closer so that only he would be able to hear what I was about to say.

"Last week, Michael rinsed your toothbrush in the toilet after he peed. He didn't tell me until after he had done it, and threatened to post the pictures from halloween last year on twitter. Sorry man."

Calum's jaw dropped, and he let out an audible gasp of horror, his eyes snapping over to where Michael sat, peering up at Calum in confusion as the rest of us around the table were.

He opened his mouth, ready to cuss out the blonde-haired, penis covered boy across from him, but stopped himself when Frank cleared his throat, interrupting whatever frenzy Calum had wound himself into.

The door to the office opened, and Lillian came rushing in, a bottle of some liquid clutched in hand along with a face cloth. She made her way over to Michael, spinning his chair around so that it faced her, and instructing him to pull down his hood.

I snickered when I heard the poor woman gasp in shock from the mess on his face, but I praised her for continuing on with the job.

Frank decided to continue, choosing to talk over the frequent complaints coming from Michaels mouth whenever Lillian was rubbing 'too hard' or she was 'too rough' on his sensitive skin.

"Now, back to what I brought you all here for. The whole 'Charlie Sheen' thing you have going on will no longer be tolerated by me or by the record label."

Luke frowned, seeming to now be tuned into what was happening.

"So you're saying you're going to drop us if we don't become goody-goody boyband members?" He scoffed, leaning forwards, his elbows now leant against the table. "Well I hate to break it to you, but we are't a prissy 'boyband'."