Stars and Stripes | { H.S}

Episode three: yes well, Celeberities do that

Olivia arrived promptly at five and Niall was the only one up.

And she suspected it was only because he never actually went to bed.

Niall sat on the couch in sweats; eyes wide open, looking like a zombie. Pop cans surrounded him as well as three large boxes that had held pizza. All of it was gone now.

Olivia would have made a comment about their pig-like ways if she wasn't too distressed that no one was up and ready like she told them to be.

"Niall!" Olivia called in a panic. The blonde snapped his head over to her, his mouth slightly ajar.

"Olivia," He mumbled in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

Olivia wanted to laugh hysterically but had too many things to worry about.

"I have to get you five to The Today Show in thirty minutes! Get your ass in your room and get dressed!" She shoved him lightly off the couch and hurried away down the hall that held all the rooms. She burst through each one, rudely turning on the lights and shouting for them to wake up before moving onto the next one.

She heard threatening grumbles in her wake but she didn't care if they hated her right now, she just wanted to at least survive her first full day with them.

"Get up!" Olivia cried as she turned on the last pair of lights. A prolonged groan filled her ears as a curly mop of hair popped up. Harry let the covers fall lightly, revealing his naked chest. Olivia quickly looked away as if it was something indecent.

"Oi," Harry rubbed his tired eyes, "What do you think you're playing at?"

"I guess a dozen times wasn't enough to remind you to be ready by five." Olivia seethed. Harry took a moment to register that before that infamous smirk covered his countenance again.

"Sorry, love," He pulled the rest of the covers off to reveal him in nothing but a short pair of briefs. Olivia felt her face heat up and her eyes widened. "Guess you should have reminded us again."

"We're leaving in five minutes." Olivia told him, making her way out the door so she could change.

"But, I have to shower!" He protested. Olivia grabbed the red beanie he had worn yesterday that was carelessly thrown on the floor, and tossed it to him.

"Guess you should have gotten up in time, love."

It took fifteen minutes for the boys to collect in the living room and they were pretty mutinous by the time they piled in the elevator.

"I wish you a slow, painful death." Niall grumbled. Olivia let out a small snort but didn't feel that was the most appropriate thing he could have said when they were in an elevator. But, considering their short term memory, he had probably forgotten she was terrified of them.

"We're running late already so when we get there, you need to go straight to make up. They'll do something about," Olivia examined their messy, tired forms, "...all of you."

They grimaced before leaning back against the walls of the elevator, closing their eyes for the remainder of the ride.

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