Chapter 11 - The Day Before

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I had a nice and long ten hour sleep before I woke up to someone knocking on the door of our suite. The One Direction boys were all sitting in the suite hall, chilling as I heard Liam down the hall opening the door. He came into the room followed by my favorite blond Taylor (that's right, Swift).


"Taylor!" I laughed, launching myself at her. 


"Hey babe." she smiled, linking her arm through mine. 


"I didn't know you were coming here!" I said.


"I didn't either, till yesterday." she smiled. I laughed and opened the cabinet around the table in the hall. The kitchen was like in the hall, they were the same thing basically. So i boiled some water while i fished around for the nescafe double choco mocha coffee sachet and opened it. As I was putting the water into the mug, some of it splashed onto my finger and Harry, who was getting a glass for himself immediately grabbed some ice from the fridge and pressed it to my hand. I looked up in shock and he did too, as if he wasn't expecting himself to do something like that. His hand lingered on mine for a few seconds and everyone else in the room was in pin drop silence, as if the tiniest noise would break the moment. I snapped back to reality, and looked down. 


"Thank you." I said. 


"No problem." Harry replied, letting go of my hand and scratching the back of his head. Liam had the tiniest smile on his face, Louis was grinning widely, Zayn was smiling and Niall just looked relieved I hadn't slapped Harry. Glad to have something else to do, I picked up a spoon and began stirring my coffee in, till it was frothy on top and had loads of sugar to keep me awake. 


"Does anyone else want coffee?" I asked.


"Me." Harry raised his hand.


"Okay." I said after a second's pause. I made him his coffee and took it over to him. He gripped it with both hands, fingers overlapping mine, sending butterflies through my tummy.


"Thanks," he smiled at me, and I looked away.


"Taylor, do you want anything?" I asked her. 


"I'm gonna go downstairs to get a bagel or something." she said. 


"Right behind you." I said. "Just gimme a few minutes to change."


"Sure," she said. I went inside my room and washed my face once, before putting on a royal blue scoop-neck cap sleeved crop shirt and a white skater skirt. I pulled on my socks, converse, put on mascara, and a dash of maroon lipstick, my charm bracelet, grabbed my bag and headed out. Taylor was waiting by the doorway. We were in the elevator, as soon as the door shut she started talking. 


"So, what's going on between you and Harry?" she asked 


"Nothing." i said a little too fast. She raised a perfect eyebrow. 


"Okay fine. Rough breakup. He was sleeping with someone else in my bed. In my house." I said.


"You guys seemed civil ish though." she said. 


"It was long ago. He keeps making attempts to talk, I keep dodging them." I said. "Besides, we started dating the last time we were in Hawaii. So it's kinda awkward."


"Oooh." she said, as the elevator dinged and we stepped out. We walked into the area of the lobby where there were restaurants and stuff. 


"Hi, could I please have a blueberry muffin and an Atlanta coffee." Taylor said. 


"I'll take a fudge brownie." I said, pulling my hair over one shoulder. 


"Coming right up," the cashier said.


"He's cute," Taylor whispered as we paid.


"Yeah," I whispered back. "Slip him your number." 


"No!" Taylor said.


He placed the coffee and blueberry muffin on the counter and Taylor grabbed them. There was a number scribbled beneath her name. 


"Not bad." I whispered. Taylor grabbed a marker out of her bag, scribbled her number on  a napkin and threw it at him as he gave me my brownie. She winked and we turned around and walked away. I cold barely hold it in as we turned a corner and we started giggling.


"Race you to the top," Taylor said. 


"Elevator till the 50th, run till the 55th." I said. 


"Let's go!" she cheered and we took off. We got in the same elevator and as soon as it stopped we dashed out. I ran like anything taking two steps at a time to match her long legs, my legs were on fire by the end of it as I shoved my key into the slot and we ran in together, ran to the hall, where I tripped over my own feet and fell flat into someone, knocking them to the ground.


"Ohymgosh I'm so sorry," I said, pushing my hair out of my eyes. I lifted myself onto my hands but someone stepped on my back, which i wasn't expecting and crashed down again with a loud ouch.


"Ow." I groaned, as Harry's hands shifted to my waist. I rolled off him and stood up, glaring at Louis, who was standing there with an innocent look on his face. I straightened, and double in pain. Oh my holy back. I took a step, tried to bend down but pain shot up my back again and I groaned.


"I hate you, Louis." I said.


"I didnt-"he began.


 Then the door opened and people began pouring in, all in black. Costume designers, planners, makeup artists the lot. They set up a makeup table for tomorrow, with the lights and all in a blue room downstairs, one for the guys and one for the girls. They dropped off a bunch of fluffy white bathrobes for tomorrow, and our separate managers and stuff ran us through our parts, our clothes were picked out, and then at around 2-ish, we were all sat down in my suite's hall, ALL of us, with dozens of pizzas everywhere and cushions as Christie and Simon and all ran us through the entire tomorrow. Everyone needed to be showered and in the fluffy bathrobes and slippers at 12, downstairs in the rooms. Once she was done, she smiled at us.


"And for now, we have an entire spa booked out for you guys, massages whatever so go have it!"she said and everyone cheered, piling into the cars.


***


I sighed contentedly as my feet were massaged like gosh that felt good. On one hand was Niall, getting  hand massage and pedicure, and on the other, Harry, getting a foot massage and facial thing. Once my massage was done I got a back massage to fix my aching back, pedicure and manicure, with my nails all french manicured. We all left as the spa closed, piling in once more to go home and sleep for the hectic day tomorrow. 

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