The Game

Forty-four

We spend the evening sitting downstairs with the boys, they actually leave us alone baring the odd comment and dig but they've kept their word and aren't trying any funny business. I guess working on a new album is hard work, we don't say much as we don't want to draw any attention to ourselves and knowing them if they see us talking they'll question what it's about.

"Tomorrow" I whisper without looking in any other direction than I was before.

"Tomorrow?" she whispers back.

"I don't know when or how but I know its happening" I give Zara a side eye.

"We better get some money together for this Maldives getaway" She quietly laughs.

"Damn right, pornstar martini on the beach sounds like a dream" I giggle.

"What's funny?" Harry looks over to us.

"No, nothing" I shake my head.

"You're laughing so it must be funny" He glares at us.

"It was a joke" Zara quickly says.

I look at Zara and squint my eyes to her biting her lip and shrugging.

"Oh well share it to the group baby" Harry leans forward in his chair and grabs the attention of the boys "Lauren has a joke she would like to share"

I suddenly feel like I've been caught out at school by the teacher.

"It's really not funny" I try and buy some time as I rack my brain for any type of joke I can.

"We'll be the judge of that" Liam looks at me.

"erm.. Knock, knock"

Harry rolls his eyes "Who's there"

"A little old lady"

"A little old lady who?" Harry rests his chin on his hand.

"I didn't know you could yodel"

The silence in the room is disturbing, next to me I can hear Zara snorting with laughter. I turn my head to her which prompts her to hold her snorting laugh in.

I look over to the boys who are just staring at me, "Yeah you were right, it's not funny" Louis rolls his eyes and goes back to talking to Harry.

I give Zara a look like 'that could of been dangerous', "Well played" she laughs again.

"Bitch" I smirk.

She pouts her lips and blows me a kiss, it's the first bit of banter we've had here and maybe it's just to do with we know our time is coming to an end.

The night starts to drag when finally the boys tell us its bedtime, I ask to use the bathroom before going to bed and being locked away. I am granted that wish. Harry can't help himself but be my companion, "You know I can toilet myself" I say as I sit down on the seat.

"Thought you'd like a hand to wipe" he leans up against the wall opposite me.

"Nope" I take some paper and wipe myself before pulling my leggings back up and flushing the toilet. I wash my hands with what has become my favourite hand wash. I like to think its what washes away all the germs and dirt from the boys.

"Alright fucking hell, so that's why we are going through so much hand wash" Harry groans.

"So erm the new album..I'd like you to listen to it" Harry runs his hand through his hair.

"Why?" I frown.

"To see if you like it, your opinion matters to me" he smiles.

This is fucking odd, "Erm with no disrespect and don't kill me. I couldn't think of anything worse than listening to one direction music again" I back away incase he throws a punch or something.