My Knight in Shining Armor

Chapter 15: Amie

A knock on the door woke me. Squinting at the clock as I sat up, I groaned. It was 3 AM, who could be at the door? I turned on a light and reluctantly shuffled over to the door and cracked it open. Dylan stood on the other side, still dressed in her outfit from earlier which meant that they must have just gotten back from the bar.

"Sorry if I woke you Ams, but do you mind if I sleep here? Alexander brought company back." She said.

I made a face but opened the door to let her in. "Ugh. No, go ahead." She gave me a sympathetic look as she crossed the threshold. "What?"

"Nothing. Thanks Amie." She disappeared into thebathroom and emerged ten minutes later with a makeup free face, hair thrown ina messy bun, and dressed only in her bra and panties. Once we were both settled in bed, I turned the light back off and turned on the radio. I knew the drill, especially since we were in the room directly next to the one Dylan was supposed to be sharing with Alexander. He had a habit of not caring—or, since he was drink, most likely not noticing—how loud he and his partner were. It was disturbing for the rest of us to say the least.

"Night Dyl."

"Night Ams." Dylan sighed sleepily. She was asleep within minutes. There was a bump against the wall and I sighed. Even the radio couldn't completely drown out the noises coming from next door. I turned over and tried to ignore it, concentrating instead on Dylan's even breathing. Eventually I managed to fall back asleep.

Since we were already near the venue, everyone had a bit of a lie-in the next morning. I woke up around 10 AM and Dylan got up thirty minutes later. She decided to brave going to her shared room with Alexander so she could shower and change. Once she left, I did the same but dressed in my own clothes this time. Breakfast was over but Dylan and I had decided to head over to Christian and Will's room and order room service. They just didn't exactly know it yet. When Dylan knocked to signal her arrival, I opened the door and we walked to next door to the boy's rooms. I knocked but didn't think anyone would answer. To my surprise, a towel-clad Will answered the door. Though he looked like he'd just gotten out of the shower, he didn't look any more awake.    

"Morning Will," I said. He mumbled something unintelligent but stood to the side so that Dylan and I could go in. Christian was rubbing a towel over his hair when we passed the bathroom.

"I'm guessing neither of you have eaten?" I asked lying down on one of the beds.

"Negative." Christian answered me as he walked out with tousled, semi-dry hair.

"Good, because we're ordering room service. So what does everyone want?" Dylan asked, sitting down next to where I was lying and picked up the phone.

"I want French toast." I told him.

"Pancakes and bacon." Christian.

"Waffles and sausage." Will.

Dylan signalled that she'd heard as she began speaking into the phone. "Hello? Yes, we would like to order room service. One order of French toast, one order of waffles and sausage, and two orders of pancakes, one with bacon." She turned to us. "Anything to drink?"

"Orange juice."

"Juice."

"Juice."

"And three orange juices and a tea." She listened for a moment. "Room..."

"462." Christian told her.