Oblivious

Chapter Five- Dead-End Roads & Conversations

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Brooke's POV (right before meeting the rest of the band)

A small drop of dirty parking garage rain water from the sopping wet hem of my jean shorts plopped onto the floor of the lift, and I suddenly became extremely self-conscience. I was finally nervous that I was meeting the band. Louis was so beautifully awkward downstairs in the lobby just now that he didn't faze me: I didn't feel like I was meeting someone famous, rather just my best friend's boyfriend.

The chime inside of the lift went off at the same time the doors spread apart, and I heard a few barely audible snickers cut off. Louis, El and I stepped out of the lift and into the lavish flat. It really was lovely. 

As you walked in, you entered a large open concept living room-kitchen/eating area room. An oversize dark suede couch laid out into the shape of two horseshoes, with their open ends facing each other, made up the living room. Not to forget a flat screen mounted on a small wall that was placed in the middle of the floor to ceiling windows that made up the perimeter of the flat. It was quite something.

Making sure that he got the attention of the boys lounging on the couch in seemingly frozen poses, Louis said, "La-lads... I'm back. I've brought El... And Brooke."

The only one that seemed to pay the slightest bit of attention to what Louis said, was Liam.

Very gentleman-like, he stood up and gracefully walked over to me, sticking out his hand and saying, "I'm Liam. It's lovely to meet you, Brooke."

How did he already know my name? It hit me... Duh! El had told the boys that she was bringing me. Plus... I was a little bit famous. Not to be cocky, but, who was I joking... Everyone knew me! I had the nickname of "Internet Comedy Queen." It was kind of annoying though. Going out and having a few people recognize you. But then I realized. Gosh... I had it easy. These boys could barely even go outside without being mobbed by crazed fans that stalked their every move. 

I had to respond so I said, a bit hesitantly, "Nice to meet you too. I'm Brooke, as you already seem to know." I could feel a blush creeping onto my cheeks. I didn't care for talking to new people. It made me a tad bit nervous because I wasn't very confident. I always felt like I would blow what I was saying, and that who I was attempting to talk to would make fun of me: like they had in the past. Like I have said before, I'm not much of a people-person. 

I half-smiled down to the dark hardwood floor, not knowing where else to look, as none of the other boys seemed to care about my existence. 

I saw a quick flash of blonde hair out of the corner of my eye, and felt a gaze land upon my face. 

I peered around to see none other than the blonde hair that had previously caught my attention. I recognized him as Niall Horan. 

That thought sent back that weird feeling in my stomach. 

He stared straight into my eyes. Correction. Straight into my very soul. For a moment it felt comfortable, until that threshold was broken. It was like he was searching. Searching for something that he had hoped he would find. It was as if he didn't find what he was looking for, he might snap in two, right before my very eyes.