cliché [l.h]

7. pamper

sienna

"but i don't want burgers, we had that yesterday" 

"what about sushi?"

"sushi's gross"

"chinese?"

"nope"

"burritos?"

"nah not in the mood for it"

"then what?"

"pizza?"

"pizza" calum unwillingly confirmed.

"finally" i uttered under my breath. we had been discussing what food to get for the last hour and i was getting hungrier by the second, you have no idea how fussy these boys are.

it was becoming increasingly obvious that ashton and iris wouldn't be joining us for food and as ashton 'always chooses' the boys were lost without him. don't get me wrong, it was cute but by the time michael suggested pizza for the 14th time, i was getting impatient.

we all knew we would be getting pizza from the off but according to calum and luke they 'ate it way too often' and had to 'challenge their stereotype', i didn't really understand either of their excuses but whatever, at least we'd finally decided.

"i'll go order, where's the number?" luke asked while opening all of their drawers in their kitchen which, as i thought, had never been properly used.

'quack quack quack'

i looked down to my vibrating phone on the table as it signalled that i had a text from julia.

julia 🙏 : i forgot to say earlier that some company has sent loads of face masks to you and i've had them delivered to your room. i did some research and they're meant to be amazing so maybe do one now in preparation for tomorrow!?   j xx

oops. i'd completely forgotten about the shoot. i don't know how as it was all i'd been thinking about for days- weeks even- but it had completely left my mind since i stepped foot in their room.

the clock on my phone said 19:04 which meant that i still had time to get everything done if i left immediately.

i quickly texted tony (my driver) to tell him that i was ready to go and he replied instantly saying that he was on his way.

but what about my pizza? i guess it's probably best that i didn't eat something like that right before my shoot but i had been craving it all day...

"uh guys?" they all turned to look at me "i have to go"

"go where?" luke asked with puppy dog eyes which made my heart stop.

"back to my hotel"

"what?" the three said simultaneously.

"back to my hotel?" i repeated like an idiot.

"no, we mean why?" mike said.

"i have this thing tomorrow and it starts really early and i probably should have left ages ago but yeah" 

"nooooo" calum whined and wrapped his arms around me like a child.

"believe me, i'm more sad than you. an hour i've been waiting for you three to make an decision on what to eat and here i am leaving just as you decide what to actually have. all i wanted was a slice of margarita and now i have to go back and eat a room service salad or i'll look gross tomorrow" i said this but the hotel is so fancy that it probably has at least 1 michelin star, maybe even 2 at a push.