― UNKNOWN NUMBER! (IRWIN)

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A/N: what she wears for the party

The boys had a day off in between concerts in Montreal and New York.

For some stupid reason they decided to spend it celebrating the fact that I'm now 21.

Well, not yet.

I turn 21 in approximately 12 hours and 52 minutes.

I never really got the concept of birthdays when I was younger. If everyone was so obsessed with looking young, then why did they celebrate the day they got a year older.

Despite my confusion for the celebration, I absolutely loved the cake and presents.

It was one of the aspects of birthdays I was willing to leave alone in my endless search for why we celebrated getting older.

So far I'd overheard three phone calls concerning my party.

Since the boys decided to throw me a surprise party, I could only hope to hear little snippets of conversation about it.

I had written down the only things I knew. None of it made sense.

I stared at the list for a long time, trying to make sense of it.

Strawberry

I assumed this meant the cake, obviously, but you never know with the boys.

The Montreal Biodome

The boys were famous and probably pretty rich, but would they seriously rent out and entire zoo for me?

That was my logical theory on the Montreal Biodome, otherwise I had no idea.

Krystal/Crystal

Now, I wasn't sure which Krystal they meant or how it/she would be helpful in party planning, but I was sure that if Krystal was anyway involved the night was going to be a disaster.

As you can probably tell, I hate surprises. So fucking much.

I feel left out because I don't know what's going to happen, and I don't like not knowing.

A/N: and at this moment I thought why the hell not let's throw in a Sherlock and Doctor Who reference!

This is exactly how I felt sitting in my hotel room doing nothing except flipping channels every once in awhile.

By the time it was 6:30 I was still in my pajamas, lying half-on-half-off the hotel bed.

A small ping echoed through the room, causing me to fall completely off the bed. I somersaulted, trying not to land on my head, and slammed my foot into the dresser.

And let me tell you, it felt like I tried to kick Colossus in the chest.

Walking wasn't an option as I hopped over to my phone.

Text from: Blakey-Boo 💕

Get ready we're picking you up in 10

I grabbed an outfit I had already planned out for the party and tugged it on my body, attempting not to fall over in the process.

Then I tried to do something with my hair.

I ended up giving up after a couple of minutes and just left it messy and down.

Right on time there was a knock on the door.

I hopped over to the door, ignoring the throbbing pain in my foot.

I opened the door wide and smiled brightly.

"Hey, Blake, I'm ready to go,"

"Guess again, baby doll,"

I squirmed at the nickname, already regretting agreeing to a party.

"Let's just get this over with,"

I sighed loudly and hopped down the hall beside Ashton.

He opened his mouth to ask why I was hoping, but I quickly shut him up saying not to ask. He rolled his eyes and I rolled mine back.

And that's how I walked into my 21st birthday—rolling my eyes, hopping, and with my ex boyfriend.