Bass

Chapter 13

I woke up in a hot sweat. It was cloudy outside and I could feel the humidity settled in my room.

I had experienced the weirdest dream: I was running down a hill, being chased by giant rubber blue-balls. I had tripped and thought I was going to be squashed until a rough arm pulled me from the ground and away to safety. Sitting in bed now, I couldn't remember who it was.

Hmmm. Maybe I'll remember later.

I grabbed a fresh towel I found in my closet and my wig from the drawer in which I had placed it last night.

I peaked out the door before running into the bathroom to the right of my room. It was large and white and modern, with a huge tiled shower off to the right (which seriously reminded me of a mini pool) and a bench with a sink and mirror to the right. At the very end was a toilet. I hung my towel on a hook on the back of the door and put my wig on the bench.

I quickly remembered to lock the door and then removed all my clothes, chucking them down a convenient laundry shoot next to the toilet.

I started the shower and went straight for the shampoo, rinsing my body and hair until it was squeaky clean.

It gave me a little time to think.

Harry took the stress-ball. He was obviously getting me back for the plane incident. I mean, I did publicly embarrass him and ruin his hair. Honestly, I didn't blame him for taking the stress-ball. But that particular item was special to me, and judging by my angry attitude, you would have though Harry would have realized and gave it back to me.

But, Nooooooooo! He had to play dumb and let me search for hours in the cold night! Gosh, he was a jerk.

But I needed to rise above him.

I shouldn't even tell him I know that he took it! Instead, why don't I just take it back? I now know where his room is. I can easily sneak in and out with the stress-ball before Niall finds out that I lost it.

If he found out that I lost something that was special to him then he wouldn't like me boy or girl aside! And I definitely didn't want that.

Niall was just so sweet! He really cared about me.

And then there was Louis. He was a strange one. He obviously didn't trust me. And on top of that he thinks I'm trying to steal his girlfriend. Eleanor is pretty and kind of mesmerising but....ummm....no. I'm a girl.

Liam was cute and heroic. Zayn was mysterious and nice.

These boys were so different but funnily enough, were perfect for each other.

I couldn't help thinking where did I fit in all of this? Did people even care about the band?

My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp tapping at the door that made me jump.

"Charlie! Is that you?! I need to pee! Get out!" I heard Zayn's voice through the door.

I quickly turned off the tap and ran to my towel, wrapping it around myself quickly. I grabbed my wig, panicking.

"Uhh...sure, coming!" I said, awkwardly.

Oh crap! What was I gonna do? Zayn was probably expecting me to open the door and some man walk out with the towel around his waist. First thing, my boobs would be exposed and that's just a dead give away. And second, my hair was still wet and would never stay under the wig.

I looked around the bathroom desperately, my hand clutching my towel and wig. I looked out the small window next to the shower.

There was a small ledge running from a large window further along the building all the way under this window and straight to my balcony which led into my room.

I must have been full of adrenaline at the time as I jumped straight out onto the ledge and swiftly ran across the small gap to my balcony. I held my breath the whole way across and finally breathed when I reached the balcony. How did I do that?! I'm usually such a klutz!

I climbed over the balcony railings awkwardly, returning to my normal self, and started to shake as I came to terms of what I had just done.

In a flash I had towel dried my hair, put on my wig and some boy-ish clothes and ran straight back across the ledge to the bathroom. I had tucked my materiel-cloth thingy in my pocket, thinking I would wrap my chest later when I had more time.

I quickly unlocked the door and let Zayn in. He breathed a sigh of relief and ran straight to the toilet, not waiting for me to close the door. Embarrassed, I quickly shut the door and left Zayn to do his business in private.

That was a very close call! I mentally awarded myself for getting past a difficult situation and smiled. I was getting better at this pretending stuff.

I galloped down the stairs and ran straight into Harry. I scowled and pushed past him aggressively while he raised his eyebrows in mock shock.

"Where are you going?" He said.

"To eat breakfast." I stopped and turned to look at him.

"No time. We're going to the studio like," he looked at his Silver Rolex watch. "Oh, now." He smiled and walked out into the front foyer area, leaving me standing there.

Niall was suddenly behind me.

"Charlie! Get your drum sticks! We're leaving." He smiled and I felt my whole body fill with bubbly happiness.

"Sure. I'll go get them now." I said before heading in the direction of the practice/recording room.