Around four minutes passed before you begun to formulate a plan. There was two possible options at this point. One, you could still attempt to ninja your way towards your room with a towel. Or, you could poke your head out into the hallway and request that one of them could grab your clothes for you.
After another two minutes of thinking, you finally managed to psych yourself up enough to escape the bathroom. You decided the best course of action would be wrap yourself in the towel and make a b line for your room. It was your house too, right? Also, your room wasn't even that far. All you had to do was exit the bathroom and your room was the first one on the left. You attempted to remind yourself of these two factors before wrapping the towel around your body. After a deep breath, you rested your hand upon the handle and ventured out into the hallway, making a mental note to return for your soaps after getting changed.
The experience seemed to be less mentally scaring than you had assumed. But, yet again, that's how most of the events in your life seemed to occur. You spent minutes, or hours, preparing for anything your anxious mind whipped up, only for things to be not even close to the lengths your brain portrayed them to be. My effort and energy was wasted for the day, you thought to yourself as you entered your room and shut the door behind you, it's a good thing I got that list the guys wanted done. You began to find articles of clothing to wear and was about half way into putting on your shirt when you heard a yell from across the apartment.
"Bitch, put the whiskey bottle down and pay attention to me!"
"Ask me an actual question and I will."
After changing and collecting your soaps from the bathroom, you decided to go into the living room and check out what was going on, since the commotion still had not died down. When you entered the room, you saw all six members of the band sitting around the room and Jordon holding his phone. It took you a second to figure out that he was recording their antics and another minute or so to remember that on your list last night, one of your tasks was to notify the fan base of a q&a Instagram live stream that was happening today. A small smile came upon your lips as you watched Danny and George playful arguing over which whiskey brand was the best. Jorel was the first to notice your presence.
"We started to think you ran away from us." He commented. Your smile turned into something of nervousness from his comment.
"Sorry, I was in the shower." He nodded.
"It's alright, I was just messing around. You want a seat?" He got up from his position at the very end of the couch, indicating you to sit down. You immediately shook your head.
"No, no. I'm fine. I was just wondering what was going on, I don't want to interrupt your live stream." As much as you wanted to flee the scene before you were caught on camera and put into the public's eye, the good employee in you decided to turn to Jordon and offer your assistance. "Actually, do you want me to hold the camera for you so all six of you can be in the shot?"
"If you don't mind, yeah. Thanks, y/n." Jordon stood up and handed you the phone. You looked at the empty spot on the couch before looking towards Jorel. His light brown eyes connected with your (eye color) ones, showcasing he was serious about his offer. As you moved to get the phone, you noticed Jordon pointing the camera towards you. "By the way, this is y/n, everyone. She's our new assistant." You blinked a few times out of shock before sending a small wave. After this, you obtained the camera and sat down, making sure they were all in frame.
You attempted to adjust yourself to the layout of the live stream, watching as comments whizzed by. Surprisingly, a few of them were about you. Some were wondering why they needed an assistant and others were general questions about you and your position. Matty, who was watching the live stream from his own phone and had access to the chat, noticed these comments too.
"It seems like some people are interested in hearing more about you, y/n." Matty laughed. Without thinking, you responded.
"Yeah, I just...don't know why."
"What do you mean?" Danny's eyebrows furrowed at your statement. You felt your heart speed up at the question, all of the attention now on you. Your thoughts began to go a mile a minute, trying to figure out a way to explain it to them without sounding dumb. Your mouth opened and closed, the words not finding a way out of your mouth. George and Jorel exchanged concerning glances before you finally managed to push out a sentence.
"I'll explain later." You attempted to fix your expression and calm down your heart rate. Getting the signals you were putting off, Matty quickly jumped in and started responding to a fan's question about upcoming tour dates.
xXx
After the live stream ended, the seven of you managed to all stay in the living room. At some point, the television was turned on but it had just become background noise as the boys begun an ongoing conversation. As per usual, you found yourself silently listening. When there was a break in the conversation, Danny cleared his throat and turned to you.
"Hey, sorry if I put you on blast earlier during the live stream." You were taken back from his apology, but appreciated it none the less. You bit your bottom lip and adjusted your sitting position before responding.
"It's alright," You accepted his apology and decided to advance the conversation. "it's just a new concept for me."
"Care to explain?" Dylan asked, eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
"I'm just not used to people paying attention to me, I guess. I come a town where it's fairly easy to blend in and I've kind of learned the ins and outs of how not to get noticed." There was a moment of silence after your said this, causing you to add more to your explanation. "I mean, I'm not that interesting. So, I don't understand why your fans would want to know anything about me."
"From our conversations you seem interesting." Matty answered and the others nodded their heads in agreement. A small smile tugged at the end of your lips at this.
"Thanks guys."
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A/N: I apologize for this chapter's shittiness.
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