Bands Before Friends || c.t.h.

Chap 1 - Surprise

            Oh hey, I'm just your regular 18 year old and I surprisingly have a job as a receptionist in a hotel lobby. My dad owns a bunch of Majestic hotel branches so here I am, a common receptionist.
             I'm actually American, currently in Malaysia for some reasons (that I can't think of). Even though I have adapted a little bit facial features and a little bit of their mother tongue, I still get compliments on how I have an accent when I speak English and how I look more radiant than others.
            Today's a bright morning and even though it's not even half-day yet, a messy bun sat loosely on my hair. Oh well, I was trying all morning to achieve a tumblr inspired messy bun, but astoundingly fail at all attempts.
            I'm wearing my usual uniform; dark blazer, knee length tight fitting skirt, white camisole, dark pantyhose and to spice up my utterly boring attire, I top it off with my favourite black chunky heels.
            I'm stuck staring behind the counter when I hear laughter booming through the empty lobby. I yanked my earphones out with 'Disconnected' by 5 Seconds of Summer blasting out of it and paused my MP3.
            I stood up from my seat and peered over the marble counter to see what's causing all the commotion. I saw 4 boys all covered in various different accessories such as dark shades, scarves, hats and things like that. Looks as if they're on the way to attend a costume party.
            One of the guys, a curly-haired dirty blonde, was sitting at the far left with his hands in his pockets, smiling at his goofy mates.
            The other three were the goofiest of goofballs. They were poking each other, pushing, laughing, all things children do to each other. I couldn't help but smile. And that's when I realized I was the weird goofball, staring at them like that.
             A blonde one with a quiff on his head on the far right continuously poked a darker haired boy until he half-tripped over a loose floor tiling. I held in a threatening giggle from escaping my mouth and looked down to my computer's keyboard.
              "Hey!" The dark haired boy with blonde tips coming out his dark red beanie said in an accent. I had a problem differentiating the differences between a British and an Aussie accent.
              The boy on the dark haired boy's left took over and tickled him some more. "Stop it!" The dark haired boy breathed. "No," the blonde one said. Okay, Australian, definitely Australian. Four boys, with Australian accents, in Malaysia, during March... Ooh, I know! Gays on hol. Just kidding, please no hate.
              All the fits and giggles went on until they were close enough to speak to the receptionist, me. The boys pushed the dark haired boy forward, indicating that he should be the mouth for all of them. "Hai, na..ma sa..y...a Calum," I had a little moment of being surprised, Calum Hood is standing right in front of my eye? I'm was dying. I would've helped him out by telling him I could converse in English, but where's the fun in that, right?
            I kept looking at him with a blank face, pretending I don't understand him. He kept looking back to his friends, they all shrugged and raised the shoulders. "Umm," he struggled. "Told you we should've waited for Mr. Manager," The boy I recognized as Michael complained.
           "No it's ok," I said, surprising them. Calum's temple muscles relaxed as relief washed over him. "May I ask what you boys are doing here," I said in a motherly manner. "This dipshit wanted to check the place out himself," Luke poked Calum. "Language," I warned them. They all laughed in return.
            I was surprised at how calm I am around them, they're literally a full on inspiration to me and yet, I still don't have any signs of hyperventilation.
            The girls behind me were squealing in sight of 5 Seconds of Summer. "Back to work," I warned. They groaned and left for their own work stations. "Alright, let's get ya'll a room to rest your asses in, shall we?"