cliché [l.h]

2. princess

sienna

everyone was there, and by everyone i meant everyone. every time i turned a corner i couldn't help but let out a highly embarrassing yelp at the celebrity in front of me.

anyway, it turned out that this wasn't my kind of party. it was full of old producers drinking responsibly and having conversations about the days when 'actors could really act' and shit like that, at least that's what that section of the event was like anyway.

i was only 2 glasses of champagne deep and had lost iris some time before. she often did this, she'd be with me one moment and on the other side of the room the next. normally she'd found some hot guy or girl and was working her way into their bed, honestly i swear she has some kind of sixth sense for where the hot people are at things like this, whereas i have the exact opposite, always finding myself in the most boring situations ever.

i thought i should probably find her though, i wanted to leave asap and i'd included her in my plans of escape.

it only took me a couple of minutes to find her on the other side of the room, straddling some guy in the corner of one of the booths- and she says that she's sophisticated and classy? i was embarrassed for  them but i didn't want to be the girl who got caught in the middle of it all. iris doesn't get embarrassed about anything easily, so she would have got more annoyed at me if i separated them than if i just left them to it (i've learnt this from experience) so now i just don't intervene. i didn't know how discreet they thought they were being but they stuck out like a sore thumb in the 'sophisticated environment and ambience'. i couldn't fully make out the face of the guy but i could see he had curly hair and huge fucking biceps. i commended iris.

to be fair, they got away with it more discreetly in the area i was now in, it looked way more fun than all the old producers on the other side of the room, it was like they were completely separated. the average age had dropped by about 50 years for one and it was way more crowded than before. the lights were darker and the music was louder, people were talking and drinking more and i overheard a conversation about snapchat which i highly doubted any of the people i was previously talking to would even recognise. don't get me wrong, everyone there was interesting and it was fascinating hearing all of their stories from years and years ago but if i had to talk about the weather one more time i would have been out the door quicker than a camera flash.

i decided to take a seat in the same booth that iris was in which looked abut half full, with 3 other guys and a couple of girls sat awkwardly around the pair. good one iris, making it a spectator sport.

i awkwardly sat down next to one of the guys and almost had a heart attack when i saw their faces.

 oh. my. god. 

i was sitting in the same booth as 5 seconds of summer. i won't lie to you, i wasn't their biggest fan but i'd heard some of their music and it was pretty decent. also who hasn't heard of 5sos? they're basically up for world domination with their tours and fans- it's crazy! my brother, nate, is basically their number one fan, he has been to all of their tours and has all of their albums (as well as 2 t-shirts stashed under his bed), although he will deny all of this until the day he dies. basically what i'm saying is everyone loves 5sos.

i'd realised whilst i was thinking all of this i'd just been staring at them. i'd definitely been looking too long but i felt like i'd come too far to look away so i continued to embarrassingly gape at the three (ridiculously good looking) boys. let's just say i thought they were hot from the posters and billboards i'd seen but that had done them no justice in comparison to real life. the one sitting next to me, the michael clifford, was staring right back, mouth also agape ; calum hood (!), who was opposite me was smiling politely which was slightly comforting but the one furthest away, the infamous luke hemmings, was just smirking right at me.