Dance on Main Street

Day 7

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I woke up with someone running their hands through my hair. Mmm it's definitely Belle. I love when she does that. I peel my eyes open to meet her big blue eyes. I sit up and realize we are on the floor.

"Why the hell are we on the floor?" I ask letting go of Belle's waist. She shrugs and grabs her phone.

"Hey this is the first time nobody was watching each other sleep!" Belle notices. I smile and agree. She sits on her phone while I stretch out my sore back. The floor really isn't the most comfortable place to sleep.

"Michael!" Belle screams. I jump and look over at her. Her face is covered in a look of pure annoyance. He comes running in at first concerned but then stops and smirks.

"What the hell! One, this is a horrible picture. And two, stop being such a fucking stalker!" She yells laughing at the end. I grab her phone and look at the picture. It's me and her, her head is resting on my chest and my head is resting on her head. Her hair is pulled into a messy bun and she is wearing Ashton's sweatpants and a Nirvana T-shirt. I think it's kinda cute but I'm not gonna say that.

"Michael, your such a weirdo." I mumble handing back Bee her phone. He chuckles and walks to the kitchen. I stand up and grab Bees hand to pull her up. We walk to the kitchen where Calum is eating almonds and Michael is eating BBQ chips.

"What are you guys doing?" Belle asks. Calum looks up and waves. "Morning Belle! We're eating breakfast. Can you invite Teresa over, this isn't really cutting it." He says pouting. I laugh at him and steal an almond.

"My god. I've got this." she says walking to the fridge. She pulls out eggs, milk, cheese, peppers, strawberries, and blueberries. "Alright Mikey get me a pan, Calum go get the pancake mix out of the cupboard, Luke crack these eggs into a bowl, and Ashton get your ass in here!" She orders us.

"Wait, babe I thought you were doing this!" I complain. "I said 'I got this' not 'I will make this'!" She says sassily. I groan and do the eggs.

Halfway through our cooking process there's a knock on the door. "Bee could you get that?" I ask her scrambling the eggs. She nods and runs off.

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I slide to a stop in front of the door. I fix my shirt before opening the door. A tall, muscular, tattooed man is standing in the doorway.

"Uh, hi?" I say more as a question than a statement.

"Who the hell are you?" He asks. Oh heyll nah! This isn't happening! Manners good god!

"I should be asking the same thing." I say putting my hands on my hips and lifting an eyebrow.

"I'm the boys manager, Paul. Now answer my question, who are you?" He says. Wow awkward. I'm meeting their manager in sweatpants and a T-shirt.

"Oh, I'm Bellerose but you can call me Belle. The boys are my best friends." I say stepping to the side so he can come in. He looks around the room before throwing down his coat on the couch.

"Where are my boys?" He asks turning to look at me. "Oh, they're cooking breakfast!" I say walking towards the kitchen.

"Bee, who is it?!" Luke yells. "Paul!" I yell back.

"Wait, my boys, are cooking?" Paul asks walking behind me. "Yah, they were eating almonds and chips for breakfast so I'm helping them cook." I say stepping into the kitchen. Luke is still cooking the eggs. I walk behind him and go on my toes to whisper in his ear.

"I'm never answering the door again." I whisper. He shivers before turning around and bending down. "Sorry, forgot he was stopping by." I glare at him before pushing him over so I can finish the eggs.