Camp Direction

Chapter 3

A/N: As promised, I updated when the previous chapter reached ten votes! This chapter's more of a filler chapter... When it gets to at least six votes, I'll update again. The reason I said six is because this chapter wasn't as good as the other ones and I don't want to dissapoint all you lovely people ;D Next chaper will be more... Eventful. That's the word. Eventful. 

Oh, and I put a picture of Tori in the chapter before... I would've uploaded it when I uploaded the chapter itself, but I couldn't do it on my iPad (the device I used while I was on vacation) The sidebar here is Jenny :D

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Liam felt someone tapping his foot, and nearly jumped when they grabbed his ankle. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, pulling the sleeping bag over his bare chest from the cold. He had chosen the wrong night to sleep shirtless, apparently. As he focused his eyes, he realized that Celine's smiling face came into view. He returned it with a weak smile and put his head back on the pillow, slowly drifting off to sleep again.

"Oh come on, sleepy head! Wake up!" he heard Celine exclaim. He simply groaned and turned over in his bed, overcome with sleep.

"What time is it?" he said in his morning voice. It couldn't be ten in the morning, even if he had jet lag. See, the boys were used to jet lag. They'd sleep all the time if they could, if it were not for concerts and meet 'n' greets and such.

"Seven! Hurry up and get ready, breakfast's going to run out!" Celine said, walking over to where his head was. The British boy turned over to face her, a smile spreading across his face. He looked quite adorable, Celine thought, but quickly drowned out that thought with the idea of waking him up.

"Is Niall there already?" Liam asked, his teeth chattering from the cold. Celine nodded, and he threw the sleeping bag off his body before climbing down the ladder of the bunk. He grabbed the necessities required in the mornings out of his duffle bag and threw a jumper on before walking out of the cabin with Celine.

"Bathroom's this way. I'd suggest wearing jeans or sweats. It gets quite cold in the mornings and evenings," Celine said. Liam then noticed how she was wearing jeans, Ugg boots, and an old college sweater with the letters and emblem faded out from constant washing. "I'll meet you at the mess hall."

With that, she left, leaving Liam outside the bathroom all alone. He walked inside, seeing Zayn leaning on the sink, his head bent down as he slept. Liam walked over to him and flicked the back of his neck, startling the darker skinned boy.

"Wake up," Liam announced, pulling his light up toothbrush out of his little bag. Zayn looked startled, and rubbed his eyes to figure out where he was. When he realized he was in the bathroom, he became grossed out, wondering how he had fallen asleep in such a place. He then remembered Penny waking him up that morning, and continued getting ready.

Liam changed into a pair of sweats and a Burberry top, quickly covering his cold arms with his BRIT jumper. Zayn pulled on grey sweats and a black, plain tee, along with a green hoodie. Feeling not in the mood to do his hair, he pulled a black snap back over his messy hair and finished off brushing his teeth and washing his face.

"Off we go, then?" Liam asked, walking out. Zayn nodded, following his fellow band mate to his cabin before going to his own to set down his pajamas and other necessities. The walked side by side down the hill and up the trail to the mess hall, where they found the rest of the boys eating breakfast burritos, cereal, and a variety of things. The girls were sitting at the table with them, talking about the weather or discussing the camp theme.

Liam sat next to Celine, who was quite quiet, and looked at what she was eating. It looked like a broken up granola bar on yogurt.

"What's that?" Liam asked, motioning to the bowl of food that Celine had in front of her.

"Oh, this?" she asked, motioning to a fork full she put in her mouth. When Liam nodded, she explained, "it's called granola and yogurt. Would you like some? It's very good."

"Sure," Liam said, grabbing a fork and tasting the granola. "Wow, this is good! Where can I get some?"

"Over there," Celine said, motioning to a table that had cereals and such on it. While Liam got up to try the new, delectable food, Celine ate her own while listening in to the other conversations.

“So what is there to do today?” Niall asked, biting into a piece of bacon. He was dressed in grey sweats and a t-shirt, his grey hoodie zipped up.

“Most likely canoeing. Honestly, we don’t do anything when it’s just counselors here. It’s when the campers arrive that there is a schedule of things to do,” Tori replied, eating a spoonful of cereal.  Her blonde hair was tied into a messy bun at the top of her head, and she was wearing a blue hoodie and black leggings.

“B-B-But it’s freezing!” Harry exclaimed, his teeth chattering as he drank tea out of a mug. Obviously, his Jack Wills hoodie had done much to keep him warm; neither had his black sweats.

“Oh, believe me, it gets deathly hot in the afternoon,” Kate said, grasping her mug with shivering hands. She had a scarf wrapped around her neck, and a pair of sweats with leggings underneath. She was the one that got easily cold out of the group.

“Only evenings and mornings are cold like this!?” Louis asked, yawning. He fixed his grey beanie over his messy, brown hair and adjusted his navy blue hoodie, fiddling with the strings until he had tied it into a little bow tie.

“Yup,” Jenny said, popping the ‘p.’ She looked over to Penny, who had her head in her hands, asleep. “Gosh, wake up.”

Zayn took the opportunity to wake up the sleeping girl the same way she had woken him up: tapping her lightly on the temple. Penny sat up and rubbed her eyes, staring at everyone at the table. She had finished her breakfast a while ago, and had become bored of the others’ conversations, so she fell asleep. When she looked at Zayn, he was smiling at her. She smiled back at him, the happiness contagious.

“This,” Liam said, sitting down with the bowl of granola in hand, “Is delicious.”

“You’re supposed to eat it with a spoon, silly!” Celine said, watching him attempt to stab each piece of granola with a fork. Each boy turned to Celine, a very amused look on each one of their faces.

“You don’t know about his fear of spoons…?” Niall questioned, gulping down the last of his orange juice. Celine shook her head, blush creeping onto her face as she did so. “Liam’s got an abnormal fear of spoons.”

“Oh, cool,” Celine said. But she knew deep in her heart that he did have a fear of spoons.

Why wouldn’t she? He was Liam Payne of One Direction!