Boyband Rebound [Editing]

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“Pezza! Hey! Here, turn around, turn AROUND, ROUND, Jesus,” yells Eleanor, furtively trying to get the attention of a platinum-blonde haired girl, who’s busy talking to someone they can’t see. She turns around and her eyes widen. “Oh, heya, Elly.” She quickly says something to the person she was previously talking to then approaches the other two girls.

“Hi,” she starts, looking at Sara. “I’m Perrie.”

Sara smiles, “and I’m Sara. One Direction’s music producer.”

“Oh, that Sara! Zayn mentioned you a few times.”

Sara chuckles. “Something along the lines of you calling him goober.”

She shakes her head, “that’s Louis’ name. I call Zayn, Liam and Niall gluttons. Harry’s Curly.”

“I like the name.”

“Exactly.” Sara turns to Eleanor, “your boyfriend doesn’t appreciate it, though.”

Eleanor sighs. “He doesn’t appreciate anything, don’t worry. Continue, though, by all means. I like the name goober too. It’s spiffy, for the lack of a better word.”

Perrie grins and brings the other two girls to the bar. Turning to the barman, she orders, “2 lights and an orange juice, please,” before flopping on the seat next to them.

“How’d you know?” asks Sara, astounded.

“Know what?” queries Perrie.

“I don’t drink?”

“Oh! I didn’t know that! Wait –“ she turns back to the barman, “two oranges, one light, sorry.” And turns back to the other girls. “I ordered it for myself, I don’t drink either.”

“I feel special,” mutters Eleanor. “Danielle didn’t drink either.”

“Who’s Danielle?” asks Sara.

Perrie gives a strained smile. “Liam’s ex-girlfriend. She broke up with him a month ago, though. You know, Elly, she might be here.”

“Is she with the X Factor? I’ve heard her name.”

Perrie nods at Sara. “Then she’s here,” says the other girl, nodding discreetly towards a newly entering group of people, all of them wearing grey X Factor hoodies.

“Damn shit,” swears Eleanor. “Come on, let’s find her and find Liam as well. Split up, quick. Pez, come with; Sara – go to Liam. Dani doesn’t know you, remember.”

Ignoring the drinks, they split up and Sara wanders over to where she last saw the boys. “Come on, anyone, goober, Curly,” she mutters to herself, not watching her way and smacking into someone tall. “Oh, hey, May, didn’t know you were going to come.”

She looks up to see Lucas smiling painfully down at her. “Curse you, Holloway.”

He scrunches his nose. “Who brought you here? I could’ve, you know.”

“Goob- Louis. Louis brought me here.”

Lucas scowls. “You didn’t tell me.”

“He just randomly called and came to pick me up. Didn’t get a chance to say no.”

“You should’ve still called me.”

“Oh my god, I’m sorry, okay? I forgot! Now will you please excuse me, I have to find someone.”

He grips her wrist. “Who?”

“Luke, let go.” He doesn’t. “Luke, I swear, let go of me.”