Consolation Prize- A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chap 6: The Pajama's

When we get back to the hotel room they’re staying at there’s a problem, though.

There are only three rooms.  The boys were doubling up before I came, with Zayn apparently wining the draw for getting his own room.  Now it would be two to a room, except that leaves me sleeping in the same room as one of the guys.  The rooms are small ones too.  They only had one (extremely comfortable I might add) bed and the couch doesn’t come out into a bed, so that means that either I would be sleeping in the same bed as one of the guys or someone would be sleeping on the floor.  Being the gentlemen that they are they all offered to sleep on the floor, but I refused.  Eventually it came down to the one decision I hoped I wouldn’t have to make.  Which boy I would room with.  

Now before you go thinking that whoever I choose I’m falling in love with realize this.  I may be in Hollywood, but that doesn’t mean that I’m in a movie.  I may have a bit of a soft spot for Harry, but I’m not falling for him.  I’m FRIENDS and barely that, with all five, if I can even count them as friends after only meeting them today.  That, however, doesn’t help with the decision I have to make.  

I’m pretty sure Elle wouldn’t appreciate the rooming situation if I chose Louis, so he’s out. 

Harry’s also gone, not because I don’t want to room with him, but because he sleeps naked.  Not happening.  Niall would gas me out; he had Mexican food for dinner, so no.  That Leaves Liam and Zayn.  Which do I trust more not to try anything?  On one hand they’re both teenage boys, who knows what they’ll do.  On the other hand they’re also gentleman; I have a hard time believing either of them would try to take advantage of a girl four years younger than them.  

I decide to do it randomly.  I’ll ask each of the boys for a number between 1 and 20.  It’ll seem like they’re all in the running, but in reality I’ll be only listening for Harry’s number.  Even it’s Zayn, Odd its Liam.  Simple, yet effective.

“Give me a number between one and twenty!” I yell.

“1!” Louis yells as I point to him.

”17” Liam says.

“12” from Niall

“10,” from Zayn.

Now for the one that matters. After considering for a minute Harry yells “5!”

Liam it is then.  “And the winner/loser is… Liam!”

No response.  “Geez, don’t all go crying at once.” I say.

I then run to the middle of the three rooms with my suitcase and guitar and use the key I was given to open the door.  I tell the boys I’m going to take a shower, but leave my suitcase outside of the bathroom.  When I finish my shower I realize I forgot to bring my pajamas in with me.

“LIAM!” I scream, “WHERE DID YOU HIDE MY PJ’S!”

“They’re just outside the door!” he yells.

“Thanks!” I scream.

I hear Liam burst out laughing. What on earth?  I’m not even going to ask.  

I quickly open the door and grab the PJ’s.  

Oh, no he didn’t.  

These are actually one of my favorite pairs of PJ’s.  The only problem with them?  It’s a set of royal purple sweats with I <3 LIAM PAYNE down the leg and a lavender purple shirt that reads YOU CAN CALL ME MRS. PAYNE  across the stomach and have a huge picture of Liam smiling at you on the back.  I’m going to kill that boy.  I don’t have anything else to put on since I set my shirt and skirt where the pajamas were and I heard one of them come and pick them up, so I slip into my underwear and put on the pajamas.  

I tie my towel dried mess of curly hair up in a high ponytail and open the door.  No one’s there.  I was right, though; one of the guys picked up my clothes and put them in my suitcase.  I grab a hotel robe and put it on over my pajamas then walk next door to where I hear the boys.  I knock on the door and in a moment Louis comes and opens the door.  He gives me a strange look because of the bathrobe, but I pull it up at the bottom just enough for him to see I’m wearing clothes, not quite enough to see the text written down the side.  He nods and moves aside to let me in.

The look on my face was all it took to make Liam burst into laughter.  The other guys looked at him like he was crazy.  Good, he still hasn’t told them.

I stand in front of a very tall Liam, his 5 feet 11 inches towering over my diminutive 5 foot 5.  I’m sure I look like a young Mrs. Wesley from Harry Potter, about to chew out a much taller Fred or George.

“Liam?” I said sweetly, dropping the robe around my ankles, “Would you like to explain this?”

Liam’s gone, on the floor laughing.  The other boys stare in shock for a second before realizing what Liam had done and bursting out laughing as well.  I stand for a few minutes with my cheeks turning a darker shade of red than I knew was possible.  Eventually I’ve had enough and I walk over to Liam and flick him solidly on the forehead.  “Ow!” he wines, which sends the other’s into a new burst of hysterics while Liam rubs his forehead.  

Once the boys finally calm down I shove Louis’s legs off the couch and flip through the free movies.  I see one I really like called Dan in Real Life and hit play.  Pretty soon I’ve got all five boys cuddled up on the couch with me.  We all enjoy the movie but I start to feel tired about half way through. 

As I slowly drift off to sleep I think about how my life has taken a complete 180 in less than 24 hours.  I give a silent thanks to Simon who, no doubt, was the one who got me into this. 

Then I let my tiredness overwhelm me and allow sleep to come.

Liam’s POV

The movie Olivia chose was hilarious.  It was this romantic-comedy/family movie with some…less than innocent jokes that would fly right over little kid’s heads but that we most certainly understood.  I looked up and saw that Olivia had fallen asleep.  I know I’m going to have to move her eventually, but for the time being I just leave her as she is.  

We enjoy the rest of the movie and by the end Harry and Lou are singing the theme of the movie like they’re drunk, and trust me; I’d know what that sounds like.

I pry Olivia from between the boys and carry her back to our room.  I hear doors slam on either side of me and I know the others are going to sleep.  Before I go to sleep as well I snap a picture of Olivia and post it on twitter.  Almost immediately I get responses, but I decide to look at them in the morning and go to sleep.