Unpredictable

Chapter 7

"Here we are." Harry pulled the car  over outside a block of flats. I grabbed my bag and followed him out onto the pavement, and he linked his hand with mine.

"So, do you practice here?"

"Yeah, in the basement flat. We got it cheap 'cos Liam's dad owns this block of flats, and he soundproofed it and everything." He grinned.

"So who else is in your band?" I asked, as he opened the doors.

"Well, there's Liam, obviously," he began, "You met him the other night, at the fair. Then there's Zayn, and Louis, and Niall."

"Cool." I smoothed down my hair and dress nervously. I was kind of scared of meeting them, to be honest: if they were all as attractive as Harry and Liam, I wasn't sure I'd be able to speak without stammering and blushing.

When we walked inside, a wall of sound hit me. Laughing, chatting and various musical instruments being played, the clinking of bottles and catcalls.

"Harry! Hey!" I heard a loud, Irish voice boom from behind a keyboard in the corner of basement. I looked up to see a tall, blonde guy with sparkling eyes sat at the piano, a bottle of beer in his hand and square, black framed glasses on. He was extremely good-looking. "Who's the new girl?"

"Hey, Ni, drinking so early?" Harry called back. He squeezed my hand and smiled reassuringly at me.

"Of course he's drinking, he's Niall, that's all he does!" Liam called from behind the drum kit, and once again I was struck by how attractive he was.

"Oh shut up, Liam, it's not like you don't drink!" Niall yelled back, getting out of his seat to pretend-fight with Liam.

"Guys! Shut up a minute!" Harry's voice stopped everyone in their tracks. It was almost weird how much... Power he had over them. "Now where's Zayn?"

"Not here yet," a new voice replied from the corner, quieter and softer than the rest. The voice belonged to a skinny, tattoed man, smaller than the rest, wearing an oversized denim shirt over a top, paint-splattered blue jeans and red Toms, his hair messy and brown, dipdyed white in random areas. His ear, eyebrow and bottom lip were all pierced, but somehow he didn't look as scary as Liam and Niall. He was hot, no doubt about it, but there was something about him that seemed kind and gentle.

"Alright, okay, well this is Ella, she's my girlfriend."

Girlfriend? Already? It wasn't that I didn't want to be his girlfriend, it was just kind of soon. But I didn't mind the idea of being his, to be honest. I smiled. "Hi."

The Irish guy, Niall I think his name was, made a surprised face. "Girlfriend? Seriously? How much did he pay you to go out with him? You're fucking hot!"

I blushed and looked up at Harry, although to be honest I didn't know where to look.

"This is Niall, most of the time he talks shit so just ignore him." Harry sighed.

"Hey." Niall wiggled his eyebrows at me and I giggled.

"This is Liam, you've met him already." Continued Harry, gesturing at Liam, who was wearing a tight, black t-shirt.

"Hi!" He grinned, and I smiled back.

"And this is-"

"Hi, sorry we're late!" The door burst open and two people, a guy and a girl, walked in, laughing. The guy was tall and fit, with black, quiffed hair, a beard and an eyebrow piercing. The girl was petite and pretty, with candy-floss pink hair, thick black eyeliner and a nose stud.

"Zayn, Perrie, hi! This is Ella, my girlfriend." Harry introduced us, and Perrie gave me a hug, catching me slightly off gaurd.

As they went off onto the small stage to discuss a gig they had the next week, the quiet man jumped off the stage. "Hey, since Harry forgot to introduce us, I thought I might do it myself. I'm Louis."