Don't Ask // l.payne

Diverse City

Ten o'clock.

"I'm so ready to leave!" I yelled.

Cameron  whooped as she got changed.

The boys watched us in awe, excited faces bounced off the hotel walls.

I spun around, the boys couldn't see me, I slid Liam's sunglasses over my eyes and turned around again.

Cameron knew just what I was doing and turned her iPod up.

"If I could write you a song

And make you fall in love

I would already have you up under my arm.

I used up all of my tricks,

I hope that you like this.

But you probably won't.

You think you're cooler than me."

I danced around the boys, their captive glances all on me.

"You got designer shades,

Just to hide your face

And you wear them around like you're cooler than me.

And you never say "Hey"

Or remember my name.

And it's probably cause you think you're cooler than me"

My arms slid around Louis' shoulders as he stood up.

I smirked and walked away, leaving a pout on his lips.

"You got your high brow,

Shoes on your feet,

And you wear them around

Like they ain't

But you don't know the way that you look,

When your steps make that much noise.

Shh I got you all figured out,

You need everyone's eyes just to feel seen.

Behind your make-up nobody knows who you even are

Who do you think that you are?"

I froze, snickering over the fours looks, Zayn succeeded in ignoring me -For Cam's sake.

They looked hopeful, in a sense.

"If I could write you a song

And make you fall in love

I would already have you up under my arm.

I used up all of my tricks,

I hope that you like this.

But you probably won't.

You think you're cooler than me.

You got designer shades

Just to hide your face

And you wear them around like you're cooler than me.

And you never say "Hey"

Or remember my name.

It's probably cause you think you're cooler than me.

You got your high brow,