Let's Play A Love Game (A 1D Fan Fiction)

Chapter Four (Amber)

Lauren and I exchanged slow glances. Show? What show? "What show?" I asked suspiciously, turning sober instantly. "Show? I have no idea what he's talking about. He's so drunk. Yeah. Boys, I think it's time for bed," Liam hurriedly denied, gathering the boys up like a father. "Great idea," Lauren nodded, wobbling to the hall and holding herself steady with a hand against the wall. "And we can continue this conversation in the morning," I added, not completely sure if I'd even remember this conversation in the morning. I strode off to Lauren and I's room and took out a pen and paper. "What are you doing?" Lauren whispered from the comfort of her bed. "Writing this down. I am not going to forget it," I determinedly answered, scribbling words onto a loose sheet. "Whatever," she yawned, "Can you check my Facebook, too? I'm already logged on." I shook my head, "Why don't you do that tomorrow? We're both too tired." I waited for her response. After about a minute of complete silence, I glanced over. Lauren was asleep. I quietly chuckled to myself and continued writing.

When I finally finished up writing about the show that Zayn spilled about, I heard a noise. Being my curious self, I slowly snuck to the living room to see what was up. Liam was on his cell phone, "Yeah. We're coming to get you tomorrow at noon. Zayn mentioned the show already. No, you're going to like them. By the way, I promised Amber that you'd keep Lauren busy tomorrow. Amber planned a double date for them. Lauren doesn't know. Amber needs you to help her get ready. Thank you so much. I'm sure Amber will really appreciate it. I have to go soon. Everyone's asleep. No, we're staying at Amber and Lauren's apartment tonight. They were so drunk... I couldn't leave them here alone. Yeah, the boys are here too. I love you. Love you, Dani. See you tomorrow, Love. Bye." I could hear the smile on his face when he talked to her, even when he was whispering. I simpered and prepared to crawl away when I heard something else. "Liam," Niall's voice quietly called. "Niall, you should go to sleep," Liam scolded, settling onto the floor. "Liam, do you think Amber likes me?" "Why don't we talk about this some other time?" "No. I'm really not that drunk," Niall insisted impatiently. Another person stirred. "Hello? I'm hearing the voices!" Harry yelled, sounding extremely freaked out. "SHHH!" Liam and Niall shushed. "It's just Niall and I. Go back to sleep," Liam ordered quietly. "No! All I can think about is Lauren," Harry sighed lovingly. "You two are hopeless. Go to bed and we'll talk about it tomorrow," Liam heaved decidedly. "No," Harry argued, turning on the lamp on our end table. I froze up against the corner wall, holding my breath. I was in a somewhat hidden shadowy area, so I was pretty well off. Liam sat up, "Five minutes. Then I'm going to bed and so are you." "Five minutes is all we need," Niall agreed, propping himself up on an elbow. "So first of all, I kinda like Amber a little bit. I have ever since I saw that picture of her," Niall began nervously, twiddling his thumbs. "I feel the same way about Lauren. All the way down to the picture part," Harry interrupted, sitting himself up. "Anyway. She likes that Derek guy. And he asked her on a date. And I don't know how I feel about that," Niall continued, confidently sharing his secrets with a sober Liam. I silently sighed. Awww! "I'm really happy for you guys, but like Zayn said, that doesn't make for a good show. I hate to come in between you and your girls, but I'd advise you to wait until filming is over. And no matter how much you want to, you can't tell either of them," Liam instructed, giving them advice I couldn't comprehend. "But Liam, that is so against who I am as a person and what I believe in," Niall stated, his face taking on a whole new expression. "Like I said, I'm sorry, but our producers aren't going to hear it. It's what we signed up for," Liam justified. "So we have to play them?" Harry inquired. "Yes," Liam replied simply.

And that was when I slunk off to my room. I didn't want to hear anything else. They were going to play us. I knew that much. I shut and locked Lauren and I's bedroom door, got in my bed, and pulled the sheet over my head. "Everything okay?" Lauren sat up and yawned. "No, nothing is okay," I replied, drifting to sleep.