Bands Before Friends || c.t.h.

Chap 7 - If looks could kill

            "Damn," Calum breathed. I stood there, wishing there was another lock of hair I could tuck behind my ear.
            "Who's this lovely one," Ashton smiled, while pointing to Natasha. I could actually feel heat waves coming from Natasha who stood still next to me.
            "I can't move," she whispered to me. I laughed, also knowing what she meant. "She wants a picture with you guys. Do you mind?"
            All the boys shook their heads and I opened my palm towards Natasha. She gave me her phone and I miserably failed at trying to fit us all in the picture.
            I finally gave up. "I can't get us all in the picture. I might as well leav-" Calum stood up and swiftly snatched Natasha's phone from me. Before I could even protest, it was my cue to smile.
            He outstretched his long hands and we all gradually fit in the picture.
            He passed back the phone to Natasha right after the picture was saved into her camera roll. I was proud of Natasha as she didn't faint or do any of the absurd things she described ever so horrifically if she met 5SOS.
            Right when the phone was back in her grasp, her phone vibrated because she had an incoming call coming in her way.
            She looked at her phone and quickly swiped to answer. "Hello?" She asked, more than greet. As she answered her face showed the look of disapproval. When she's done, she gave me a pitiful look.
             "Sorry, Hailey. Mom says I gotta blast," she apologized. "Oh shoot, do you need the car?" I said because I remembered we came here in the same vehicle.
              "Nah, it's okay. I'll go catch a cab somewhere," Natasha said. "Okay, you'll be okay?" I said, hugging her lightly. "I'll be fine," she smiled and she shifted her gaze to the boys. "It's nice meeting y'all," she smiled bigger and brighter.
            She walked away and I realized, I was on my own. I turned around to the table where the boys were lounging, and all eyes were on me and my body.
            "What you pervs?" I smirked. "N..n..nothing!" Luke stressed. "It's just that you look different," Calum added. "Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught," Michael sang.
            "Is that bad?" I asked with a voice of innocence that does not exist in my blood. "No!" He exclaimed.
            "Just because I dress like a school headmistress, doesn't mean I'm going to scare the living crap out of you because you've been very," I paused, bending down, resting my hands on the table, showing off any visible cleavage, "naughty," I slurred slyly.
            All of them had eyes of my face, slowing traveling down to my breasts. I stood back up and was satisfied by the reaction.
           After awhile, after they started to realize nothing was going on, Luke smacked Calum's arm. "Aren't you going to let her sit?"
            "Right!" Calum and Luke were sitting on those connected cushion seats that were attached to the wall while Ashton and Michael were sitting across them on regular chairs.
             Calum stood from his seat and for the first time tonight, I noticed his outfit. Simple black tux-like blazer, one of his many band shirts, black skinny jeans and a black beanie that sat on his head like a little, sad blobby monster, a cute, little, sad blobby monster.
            If looks could kill, I'd be dead. He gestured for me to sit beside Luke and I obediently went in.
            I was sandwiched in between Luke Hemmings and Calum Hood (not that I mind) and we're all drowning in the distractions of our phones until Ashton spoke up. "I don't know about all of you but in a restaurant, there's such thing as ordering you know?"
              "Such a freaking smartass," Ashton earned a sarcastic pat on the back from Michael.