Teenage Dream - One Direction & Honest Hour Fan Fiction

Chapter Two - If you want pasta, you gotta say please

A/N: I laughed so much writing this. There's a few cute Sarry scenes. So, please comment, vote and fan? Thats if you like it! Hahah. Continue! - Sacha.

At the moment, the motel room was overly crowded. Overly crowded with security and managers, all talking in loud voices, about security and fans, and security.

I sat by the arm of the couch, a bowl of pasta, sitting on the arm of it - steaming. The steam was warm to my face. I twirled the fork inbetween my fingers, like a drum stick.

I wasnt alone. Honest Hour, One Direction, along with Josh, Dan, Sandy and Jon all sat around two couches, a large arm chair, and a few bean bags.

Food was spralled out in bowls on a thick rug, lollies mixed with chips, chips mixed with dip.

Sure, I didnt need their food, I had my bowl of pasta.

"Do you have any more pasta, Sach?" Amber asks, looking up from her blue phone, which sat in her hand. She tossed it up into the air a little and smiled, awaiting an answer.

I shrug. "No. I don't. And don't bother asking if I can make some" I hiss, shoveling in a mouthful.

Amber rolls her eyes and looks back at her phone, annoyed.

"Can you make some for me, Sach? Please?" Harry, who sat against the arm of the couch, looks up at me, and slowly fluttering his eyelids, his beautiful green iris practically glowing in the light. I take in another mouthful, swallowing. "Sure thing, Hazza" I chirp, gently nudging his shoulder blade. He shifts, and I stand, taking the empty bowl with me.

Amber scoffs. "So you'll make Harry, here, some pasta - yet you wont make your beloved band mate some?" She asks, standing up, following me around to the sink.

"Harry said please, didn't you, Harry?" I say, attemping to look over the couch.

Harry stands up and stretches, his biceps flex and I watch in amazement. Wait..

"Yes. I said 'please' Amber - if you want pasta, you've gotta say please" He flashes both of us a cheeky smile before he wanders over to the same side as me.

I observed the microwave, making sure the pasta didn't boil over. It was easier to hear my thoughts now. All the authorities had left into another room , so it was just me, the girls and all the guys. The microwave let off  a 'bing', and I rush to it's aid, carefully opening it and trying not to spill it.

"Alright. I'll be generous. Who wants pasta?" I ask, grabbing a ladel out of the drawer.

A stampeed of young adults come rushing over to the breakfast bar, grabbing bowls that I had set out. I step back, not wanting to be crushed. Making my way back over to the couch -

Harry catches me, throwing one arm around my shoulder.

"Thanks for the pasta, Sach" He whispers into my ear. I flash a smile and wander back to the couch, taking a seat. Harry sits next to me, crossing his long legs on the couch.

Everyone else joined the circle once more, all crowded around. Within a few minutes, everyone was eating pasta from eachothers bowls, everyone was crying with laughter.

As for me, I was nearly asleep, as were a few people around me.

I found myself asleep in Hazza's lap, litterally.

I slowly open my eyes, and take in what appeared to be a warzone.

Everyone had found blankets, and cushions, and pillows.

Niall and Zayn had taken to the other couch, Jamie and Amber had fallen asleep in the middle of the floor, Jessi slept at the foot of mine and Harry's couch, Lara close by, as for the band, Josh and Dan slept close to Niall and Zayn. Jon and Sandy slept in a sort of muddled heap with Liam and Louis. I slowly sit up, my back stiff frown my sleeping position.