Rebecca’s POV:
When it came time for the 1D boys to go on, I gave Niall a big hug and he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before running over to the other boys, leaving my cheeks to redden. As I covered my hands over my cheeks, I walked over to Liam and gave him a big hug. “Go smash it” I said shoving him playfully.
“Yeah, yeah” He smiled and joined the others. I was so lucky to have these boys as friends because in all honesty I would be a lonely nerd who has nothing better than to study and read books.
I turned to see Michael hovering over Sophie on the couch with his lip between his teeth and the biggest smirk on her face. “Get a room” I laughed jumping onto the opposite sofa. The middle finger I got from Michael told me that that was not happening and that they are most likely just going to do it right before my eyes. I cringed at the thought and went to go find the others.
I walked around the corner and saw Luke talking on the phone smiling like an idiot. I carried on until I bumped into someone. “Oh, hi Rebecca!” Ashton chimed.
“Call me anything other than Rebecca pleaseee” I groaned and decided to walk with him.
“Will bob do? Jelly bob or Rebob, I KNOW WHAT ABOUT BOO”
“Boo? Seriously?” I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Yes. Boo.” I laughed shaking my head before we came back to the door of the dressing room.
“You don’t want to go in there-“ I stopped him with my hand.
“Why not?” He pouted which was the most adorable thing I’d even encountered. A moan came from the door answering my question for me (Which I was glad of because I would have turned into a tomato trying to explain it). “Oh” he laughed “I’ve seen it before, you get used to it” He said before walking in to find Sophie and Michael conjoined on the sofa. I followed him in and directed my eyes elsewhere.
When Sophie and Michael tidied themselves up it was only 30 minutes to go until the show finished. I was sat by Sophie, which was extremely awkward from seeing her previous episode with Michael. I wanted to bombard her with questions that wouldn’t leave my mind since I saw her suitcase but I thought to take it a step at a time. “So… what’s your favourite colour?” I asked. Really Becca? Really? Wow that must of sounded so lame.
“I like pastel colours, any colour in pastel.” Just like my old friend.
“That’s cool, my old friend used to wear nothing but pastel” I smiled, failing to hint to her.
The conversation ended with Sophie claiming that was cool in the most uninterested voice known but the conversation in my mind didn’t rest. She was so much like her, her hair was a faded pink but the blonde showing through reminded me of my friend, the case just says it all, the book that I see her read most of the time was the same book my friend read all the time and last, her favourite colour. The only thing going against my judgements was her personality. My friend, who I really need to ask Liam of her name because I feel guilty for forgetting, was a quiet and calm person, like me, and kept herself to herself. She was innocent and sweet but Sophie… She was very outgoing, bold personality and far from innocent.
Nothing seemed to make sense.
