meet you there

denver

A knock at my door interrupts my sleep. I sit up, running my hands through my hair before slipping out of bed to see who's at the door. Though the peep hole, I see Thomas standing outside, dressed and ready to go. I open the door, expecting a 'good morning.'
"What the hell Paige? It's noon and you're not even up. I thought you would have been awake by 10 at latest and that, maybe, you were just getting ready now. Did you not set an alarm?" I rub the sleep out of my eyes and yawn, shaking my head. "You always set your alarm. What did you do last night?"
Without thinking, I tell him exactly what I was doing. "Calum called so I was talking to him. I fell asleep on the phone I think." He glares at me, confused. He obviously knows that I just met Calum. The boys probably told him that because I doubt it was clear from how comfortable we acted around each other last night.
"I'm guessing that's the boy you were holding hands with when I first saw you." All I do is nod, too tired to express how I really feel. At first he seems concerned, but suddenly he smiles. "Does my sister finally like someone?" His eyes light up and he tackles me. I groan, laughing a little before responding with the overly-used phrase, "I don't know yet."
He pushes me back inside, telling me to get ready and to let him know when I want to be at the venue. The door slams and I rush back to my phone to see if I have any messages from Calum. My screen comes alive with six messages from him which I read out loud, trying to imagine his voice.
"Good morning Paige."
"Everyone is awake and at breakfast now."
"I hope you slept okay."
"I had a dream about you last night that I'll hopefully be able to tell you about later."
"I think we're going to be there at 1 since soundcheck is at 4 but we really test everything around 2."
"Are you alive?"
I laugh harder than I should at the last message and decide to call rather than text back, just hoping he'll answer. He does, almost immediately.
"There she is," he exclaims through the phone. "Are you going to come see me soon?"
"I just woke up so I might need some time to get up and ready for you." I hear what sounds like a whimper escape his lips.
"Yes ma'am."
"I'll see you later, Cal." I don't think I've ever said something like that so confidently. As a matter of fact, I don't think I've ever said something like that at all, though it seems he didn't mind. I guess it's too late to take it back even if I wanted to.
Now, to get ready. I pull out today's outfit. Given that it's colder outside, I opt out shorts and go for pants. Jeans or other? Other definitely. I grab my high waisted tartan pants in black and red and pair it with a black long sleeve that it oversized everywhere except my neck and my arms from my elbow down to my wrist. Finally, I top it with a black belt, a silver chained necklace that I've owned for years now, and my black platform heels. In the bathroom, my eyebrows and eyelashes receive their fix. A little Anastasia brow dip and some Better Than Sex mascara never hurt anyone. After all, I am going to be hanging out with a rather good looking guy who just so happens to be famous. Go me! My hair takes a quick spin around the curling wand and it becomes bouncy and light like beach waves despite the lack of sea. I don't think I've ever been ready this fast in my life.
Before I know it, I'm knocking on Tom's door so that we can eat lunch before I go to the venue.
"That was fast," he pries, grinning at me. "I wish I could look as stylish as you in 20 minutes. This kid better deserve your fancy outfits and musical genius. Only the best for my sister!" I attempt to hide my face even though there's no one to hide from and nudge him on towards the elevator. God, I wish they had elevator music like in the movies because the ride down was far too quiet for my liking. I try to imagine what it will be like when I get there. Not many people get to see the magic behind a concert and each venue holds something different. It's something I've always dreamed of, of course, but like I said, I declared it impossible years ago.

"What do you want for breakfast?" He unlocks his phone to see that it's one. "Lunch?"
"Food," I respond, toying with him. I really don't care. Anything will work as long as I get something in me.
"There's a salad place down the street I think. You like those, right? It's called Salad-a or something." I burst out laughing, almost snorting unreasonably.
"Salata," I giggle. "That's fine. It's quick and light," I say, remembering they usually have pretty bathrooms so I can brush my teeth again after.