Chapter 2: Dinner with Friends

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I brought her to a room where she could sleep.  I could tell she needed it, you could see it in her face; she was just exhausted.  She was asleep in a few minutes, god she was gorgeous, even like this, with no effort put into what she looked like.  I liked that she had the confidence to not care what she looked like, especially when she knew she would be meeting the boys, either that or she just didn’t care who we were, either way it was attractive. I ran down the hall to the recording booth, knowing I was late and probably wouldn’t hear the end of it.

“Oi! Where have you been?” Niall scolded.

“Sorry I got…distracted.” I responded.

“And did this distraction have long blonde hair and nice boobs?” Harry asked.

“NO!...she has short brown hair.” I replied meekly.

“And what’s so special about this one?” Louis chimed in.

I scowled.  I knew they didn’t think much of her; lately I had been falling for practically every girl I saw.

 “It’s her first day in London and she wasn’t given a very good tour so I told her we’d give her one.”

“Oh? And where is this mysterious girl?” Louis mocked.  “Could she actually resist the Zayn Malik charm?”

“She’s in the lounge sleeping.  Her flight got in at seven and her family woke her back up at nine. So I told her she could sleep until we’re finished.”

“So she just decided to spend the day with 5 complete strangers?” Liam mused.

“Well we aren’t exactly complete strangers she knows who we are.”

“Ahh I see! She’s a mega-fan who couldn’t resist the idea of spending the day with us.” Louis rolled his eyes.

“Hey it’s not like that!  If she was really a crazy fan do you think she would be sleeping in the other room instead of in here asking us a million questions?”

“I mean she could just need some sleep, she could wake up fully rested and her crazy could come out.” Harry offered.

“I really don’t think that’ll happen. When I invited her here she jokingly accused me of being an axe murderer luring her to her death.”

“Yeah because that doesn’t sound crazy.” Louis scoffed.

“Ok guys! Let’s not make assumptions about this poor girl! We haven’t even met her.” Liam scolded.

We got back to work and after an hour or so, stopped for a short break.

*****

I woke up after about an hour to the sound of clinking.  But I didn’t mind, it was one of those deep sleeps where you feel like you just woke up from a 9 month hibernation.  I felt ten times better than this morning.  I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, groaning in the process.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.” Louis smiled.

“No worries.” I smiled back.

“Tea?” he offered.

I shook my head.  “No thanks. Are you done recording?”

“No not yet. Sorry.”

“Then you probably shouldn’t be drinking tea. It dries out the throat.”

“Oh? And you know this because you’re a doctor?”

“No! I was just friends with all the theatre geeks in high school. They had a ‘no caffeine 24 hours before a performance’ rule.”

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