To stay awake and unseen or sleep in oceans of blue

Chapter 6

A/N: CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH THAT THIS TAKES PLACE IN 2011 BUT ALL THE GUYS ARE 18 AND SO IS HARLEY.
Also, sorry this took so long, my grandfather actually passed away and I was out of my province for a week.

Xo.

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I sigh happily as I wake up on Saturday morning, surrounded by Harley's warmth radiating from where she lays on me on the couch. The guys are all spread out around us on the floor, a couch, or half on both.

I kiss Harley's head softly and she mumbles something in her sleep when I gently move her off of me to stand up.

Quietly, I start to make coffee for everyone for when they get up. It's not long before George joins me in the kitchen, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

"This smells... heavenly," he smiles and picks up a mug from the counter. "Thanks, J."

"No problem. You guys were so great yesterday, all I did was press a few buttons," I shrug and take a sip from my own cup.

"We love you guys, but they might love us more if we did a breakfast run," George gives a small, tired, raspy laugh and picks his keys out of his pants pocket. "What do you say?"

"Sure," I take a long drink and finish the rest of my coffee, setting it in the sink, and walk to the door to put on my shoes with George.

We close the door quietly and walk out to his car, him taking the driver's seat.

A loud yawn escapes my lips and I lean my head against the window, staring at the bright L.A morning.

The boys learned everything yesterday and they still want us around, they still want me around.

"Jorel?" George asks and snaps me from my thoughts.

"Sorry, man. What's up?"

"I was thinking about a new singer."

"Oh, well yeah. We kind of need one."

"Have you met Danny yet?"

"Danny?"

"Murillo. He goes to our school."

"No, I guess I haven't. He sings?"

"Perfectly," George says simply and pulls into McDonald's. "I think he'd be a good match since we've all known him forever, and we're going to be starting the new album soon."

"For sure. You guys are obviously gonna be picking the new singer, I've only been in the band about a week. Tell me whoever you think works," I agree and smile before George orders for everyone in the drivethru.

"You're just as much a part of this as we are now," he says and looks at me once we've gotten all our food, "you make decisions too. Here," he plugs his phone into the aux cord and presses play, "tell me what you think of him."

"You put so much effort into it, does it make you feel good? A kiss won't make this better. This is my last goodbye. A kiss won't make this better. A kiss won't make this right. I know you got my letter. Just unlock the door. Are you sitting down? I think you might want to. It seems you have everything under control. This is my life, one thing to hold on to."