Bass

Chapter 10

The interior of the mansion was more modern than I expected. There was a main lounge area with sleek black couches and beautiful fluffy white rugs. Everything looked extremely expensive, I was kind of scared to touch it. Leading of the main lounge was a patio with little vegetation which lead out to a stunningly large garden with trimmed hedges and neat patches of grass and trees. There was a big pond in the middle of it with rock like structures and a large fountain situated at one side.
There were many rooms in the mansion, the ones I explored were the kitchen (a huge blue themed space with brand new appliances), a practice room (a smaller, tightly fit area with instruments and recording devises), a mixing room (which seemed to look out onto the practice room through a large window) and a dining room (which had a long table in the middle and a white piano in the corner).
Every room got a 'wow' out of me. Unlike everyone else who escaped to their rooms, I spent time downstairs inspecting every detail of the amazing house.
My favourite room by far was the practice room. The drum kit was brand new and I knelt down to touch it's silver adornment. I smiled.
Lately, I had gotten a bit caught up in everything, but it only took that one moment to remind me: that was why I was there. The drumming. The music. It was my outlet and my freedom. I knew that if I ever got carried away I would just have to remember the reason I was even playing for One Direction which was the music. The pure joy I had on stage.
I heard a clatter behind me and stood up and swivelled around, knocking the symbol over. I scrambled to grab it but tripped on the bass drum pedal. I fell on top of the symbol with a crash, taking a few other things down with me.
"Ow." I said, cringing.
I heard a chuckle and looked over to see Eleanor standing at the door.
"Hello." She said chirpily.
I got up with a clatter and started cleaning up the mess I had made.
"Haha, hi." I said awkwardly.
"Here, let me help." She came near me and picked up a few instruments. Gee, she was really nice.
"No, it's ok." But I didn't fight her and let her assist me.
We finished tidying things up and I grabbed my back after feeling a sore pang.
"Are you alight, love?" She asked me. I lifted up my top slightly to reveal a long cut with a bruise forming around it. "Do you want me to get something for that?" She asked, obviously worried.
"I'll just go put a band aid on it or something." I said.
"I don't think a baindaid will cover it," said Eleanor. "You're going to have to wrap your whole waist."
I pulled my shirt down again, laughing inside because little did Eleanor know, I had already wrapped up half my torso.
"You're accent is different from Louis'. Where are you from?" I asked.
"Oh, I'm from Manchester. Louis' from Doncaster." She said with a smile.
I nodded and smiled.
There was something about Eleanor. She was one of those people that if you spent two minutes with them they felt like your best friend.
"I better go unpack." I said, having the sudden urge to end the conversation. Eleanor was really kind and very attractive, which i have to admit, was a little bit intimidating. Under my man-wig and boy clothes, I felt almost...ugly.
I shuffled out of my practice room, my eyes cast down. Eleanor said a soft "laters" as I left.
I grabbed my suitcase and stumbled up the stairs from the lounge, making more noise than I'd anticipated.
I finally got to my room and gasped.
It was amazing.
White light seemed to come from every corner, illuminating the whole room in a heavenly glow. Cutting through the white was yellow from the evening sun which shone bright through the gap in some rain clouds.
The balcony was to the left of the room and looked out over the gardens. Straight down was the pond and fountain. To the right of the room was a wardrobe that filled the whole wall - ceiling to floor. on the far wall was another set of windows and a shelf with several random ornaments. Smack-bang in the middle was a white sheeted bed.
I looked behind me suspiciously, checking if the coast was clear, and then with a cheeky grin, star jumped onto the bed with a 'ommph'. I threw my bag next to the bed and it opened up, spilling a few things out. But I didn't really pay attention to it.
I laughed despite myself and started rolling around like a happy puppy being tummy-rubbed.
Without my knowing, an object rolled out of my bag and onto the floor. It kept rolling until it was out the balcony door and going straight to wards the edge of the wooden deck.
That was when I saw it. I screamed and flailed about till my body was off the bed and running towards the object.
But it was too late.
Niall's blue squishy ball and rolled over the edge and into the pond below with a splash.
'NOOOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed, leaning over the edge like I would be able to grab it three stories up.
But then something happened that really made me reel. A big, strong hand, reached in a grabbed the ball, pulling it out. The owner of the hand then proceeded to toss the ball before throwing it as far as it would go into the garden! So far, in fact, that I couldn't even see where it went.
I gasped loudly and looked back down at the thrower, now glowering.
The thrower looked up at me.
I looked down at him.
Of course.
Why would it be anyone else.
I took in a huge breath, about to burst with anger:
"HAAAAAAARRRRRRYYYYYYYY!"