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Ch 2 - Being Accepted

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Ch 2 - Being Accepted

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The only good thing about the boys being so close to each other, in my opinion, was that they always squeezed together on the couch no matter how much seating space was left anywhere else. Even they had caught on to it, and I wasn’t changed for very long until Joey snapped his fingers and said, “That chair! It’s in the sleeping room.” 

The boys eyed his with wonder and admiration, apparently for having remembered, but I stood with my hands on my hips in front of the TV and gave him a look of complete stupidity. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I told him, but Joey didn’t seem perturbed. 

“Hold up, babe, and you’ll be thanking me,” he winked, and I stuck my tongue out at him before he stalked off down Nick’s hallway. I hadn’t seen the blonde since our horrible introduction. 

I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Admittedly, I had taken a few moments in the bathroom to mentally prepare myself for all of this. I had taken a deep breath, and I had also sniffed Shawn’s supposedly clean boxers to make sure they were as sparkling as he announced they were. They smelled like lilac and freshness, so I slipped them on. To be entirely honest they were a lot more comfortable than my skinny jeans had been, and when I finally got the courage to face the boys again I felt a lot more capable and ready. 

My daydream ended as soon as I noticed three pairs of eyes on me. “What?” I asked, and they all just cracked a smile. 

“Nothing,” Liam said, “I’m just glad you’re here.”

“Ditto, it’s cool having a chick grace our hallways,” Shawn added. Harley remained silent, and I had to fight to keep myself from looking over at him. Because I knew if I did, his eyes would be saying exactly what I would be thinking, and I hated that. 

“A little help!” I heard Joey holler, and Shawn and Liam jumped up off the couch and ran back to where I could only assume Joey was trying to relocate some sort of chair. Now I was being faced with two unpleasant options. Chase after them and perhaps get stuck talking (or not talking, actually) to Nick, or sit here and wait for them with alone with Harley. I turned to the brunette and for whatever reason was calmed by his huge smile. 

I don’t know what possessed me to open my mouth. “So… What brought you to the band?” I asked him, and his shrug and half smirk gave off a lot more information than I had expected. He didn’t answer at first, but instead took a few seconds to clear the coffee table in front of him of all its empty chip bags, and then scooted as much of the rest of the trash as he could to the side still sticky from spilled soda. When he was finished, there was a reasonably large half of a table that he patted in an attempt to get me to sit on it. Despite the fact the cleared part was directly in front of him and less than two feet away from him at all, my feet started to walk over to it and before long I was looking directly into Harley’s deep green eyes. 

“I think,” he started, and I was paying a lot more attention to him than I would’ve liked to admit, “it all began when Liam met me in the subway.” 

“Liam doesn’t take the subway,” I told him, questioning the truth of his little story already. 

He shrugged again. “Liam took the subway this day. I think it had to do with some friend of his having a recital across down or something.” Harley eyed me like he knew exactly what I was thinking, which in fact was that I remembered having that exact recital and how Liam had been all flustered and excited when I finally saw him. Later, when I had asked him about it, he told me he had met someone on the subway, which he had taken because he had been running late and didn’t want to miss a single minute of my performance. I had blown him off and not believed him, because he always talked about how much he despised the subway, but apparently I had been too quick to disbelieve him.