My Heart's a Stereo

Four

Shit! I didn't bring a black shirt without writing on it. I pick myself up off the floor to go to a shop to find one. How hard is it to find a fucking plain black shirt in LA?! As I'm scolding myself my phone rings. Do I want to answer this call? I don't know the number.

"Hello?"

"Lauren?"

"Yeah. who's this?"

"It's Zayn. Do we have to wear anything specific tonight? I think I remember you saying something about all black but none of us can remember."

"Yeah, all black. plain black. no writing or designs on your pants, shirts, or shoes." I tell him trying to find a plain black shirt in a crowded boutique.

"Shit, that's what we were afraid of. do you know anywhere we could get plain shirts from?" I can somewhat hear harry mumble in the background.

Laughing I told him "I'm having the same problem. I don't know where to begin to even look for a plain shirt out here. I can meet y'all at the hotel and we can all try to find some."

"That'll be great! call me when you get here." and he hangs up

I wasn't expecting him to actually say yes to that. I put the shirt down I have in my hand and walk to my truck. Could this day get any worse? I just had to ask myself that didn't I? There on the corner, trying to cross the road is the person I've been avoiding like the plague, my brother and he's buying drugs in the middle of the day. I hope he didn't see me. He starts to come towards my truck. Shit! I'm guessing he did. He walks right by without so much as a glance in my direction.

I don't know if I should tell the boys I heard them talking to Dianne earlier. I don't want them to think I'm a stalker God knows they have enough of those hiding on the streets out here. I choose not to say anything unless they say something to me about it. Lauren you know they won't. They didn't know you were there. I pull into the parking lot and call Zayn back.

"Hey, I'm in the parking lot. Do you want me to come up or wait down here?

"You can come on up. It's the top floor."

Of course it's the top floor, did you think they'd be anywhere else? "Ok, I'll be right up."

This hotel is gigantic! I've never in my life seen so many people in a lobby before. I step inside an all glass elevator and travel up to the top floor. Damn even this hallway is nicer than my house. I find the door to the only room up here and knock.

"Who is it?"I hear Niall call from the other side.

"It's Lauren." I lean on the door frame. Niall opens the door in nothing but his boxers.

"Do you always answer the door like that or just when you know who it is?"

He laughs, "just when I know it's a pretty girl"

"What?" I look around "it's just me."

"I stand by what I said." he smirks and walks to the kitchen.

"I'm pretty sure this hotel room is bigger than my whole house." I say as I sit on a barstool

"Fuck Lauren, you scared the hell out of me" Zayn yelled trying to cover his tattoos. I tried not to look but damn they were nice.

"Sorry, I figured Niall told y'all I was here." I try to stifle a laugh but I couldn't keep it in. "Besides, I called you not even two minutes ago"

"Guys are you almost ready?" he yells as he walks back to their rooms.

When they come out they're dressed in skinny jeans, high top shoes and different band tees

"You know, for a boy band that doesn't want dress the same, y'all sure do dress alike." I walk towards the door, "let's go find some black shirts."