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Take 22 - Live While We're Young - Part 2

A/N: Please comment as you read. It keeps me writing. 

After my third shower that day, I was starting to get tired of it. Why wasn’t there a way where you could dry the water off, without actually having to move? A body dryer! I’d take patent on it, but for all I knew it already existed in Japan—everything existed in Japan.

I hadn’t actually packed any clothes to bring with me as the crew provided most of my wardrobes. But in retrospect, I probably should have brought something to wear.

This wasn’t a date, was it? As he said, no strangers. So we’d probably sit downstairs, with Zayn or maybe even Diana. Casual, right?

I stared at my few belongings and sighed. The room was pleasant, though. The beach house was a two-story palace—at least it felt like that. Even in this room, everything was modern and beautiful. I loved it.

A knock on the door shook me out of my thoughts. “Who is it?” I called and threw my clothes on the bed.

“It’s me, Diana,” she answered. “Can I come in?”

I looked down at myself. I wasn’t exactly dressed for a social call, but then again, neither had I been all day. “Sure…”

Diana opened the door and walked inside. “What’s up?” She stopped as she saw me. “Why aren’t you dressed?”

“I haven’t exactly brought any clothes either. It’s all back at the hotel.”

Diana tapped her chin. “I have some clothes, but it really depends on what you’re looking for.”

I shook my head. “There’s no need. I can just wear my clothes from today, I barely wore it anyway.”

“Nonsense, just tell me what you need. I have casual, sexy and formal.” Diana sat down on the bed in my room.

“Well…” I bit my lip. “I don’t know exactly what I’m looking for, you know?” I ran a hand through my wet hair. “I’m just going downstairs for a drink.”

Diana smiled. “I know exactly what you need then. Wait right here.” She rose from the bed, striding out the room.

I sighed and looked around. What had I gotten myself into?”

When Diana came back, she had a pile of clothes in her hands. I widened my eyes at the sight. “I only need one set of clothes, Diana,” I said.

“I couldn’t choose. So I brought a small selection.” She dumped the clothes and grabbed three pieces of clothes. “There’s a classic, sort of a formal look.” She held up a pair of black short, a white and black striped tee, along with a black vest.

I liked that outfit, to be honest. However, I wasn’t sure if that’s the look I was going for. Shrugging, I looked up at Diana.

“Okay then,” she said. “That’s out. How about…” She threw the clothes on the bed and grabbed a mini-skirt and a low-cut top.

I began to shake my head furiously before she had a chance to speak.

“That leaves this cute little thing,” she said and turned around again.

The next item she held up with a white dress. It wasn’t overly fancy, sexy or casual. It was just… perfect. “Can I try it on?” I asked.

Diana threw the dress at me, and I hurried to step into it. The dress wasn’t exactly low-cut, but it had a tight waist that complemented my chest area. It wasn’t too short or too long either. “I love it,” I said, twirling slightly. “Are you sure I can borrow it, though?”

She nodded. “Of course.”

After that, it was just a matter of time before I’d finished fixing  my hair and applied a minimum amount of make-up. I looked classy.

“Are you ready?” Diana asked, offering me her arm.

I nodded and took it with a broad smile. “Is it silly that I’m kind of nervous?”

“Darling,” she said as we walked down the stairs. “We’re still young, why not enjoy it. I know that you’ve been through quite a lot, but downstairs there’s an excellent representation of the male specimen waiting for you. Let loose and live a little.”

I didn’t know if I completely agreed with her, but I nodded anyway.

“Besides,” she said. “It’s a drink… Not a marriage arrangement. You’re in control the entire time, and Harry is the kind of guy who’ll respect it.”

“How come you’re helping me?” I blurted.

She looked away. “I’m embarrassed by my earlier behavior, and if I hadn’t realized it earlier today, I would have known that Harry literally only have eyes for you after that shoot.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, honey.” She laughed. “I’ve seen the two of you act. If there weren't real chemistry, you’d never been able to pull that scene off. No offense.”

“None taken… I guess.” I frowned slightly, but quickly recovered when we reached the bottom of the stairs.

I could see the back of Harry’s head through the glass doors, and I smiled at Zayn, who looked up when we walked outside. He smiled in return, causing Harry to turn around. They were sitting a table on the patio with Steven and Julia.

When I saw the director and his assistant holding hands, I couldn’t stop the small giggle from erupting.

Zayn noticed and laughed. “Took you long enough,” he said to me. “We were wondering if you’d fallen asleep.”

Steven leaned forward. “You should know, Zayn, that women need a bit of time to get ready. It’s the prize we pay for having them look so adorable.” He looked at Julia and winked, which made her blush.

I rolled my eyes at them, not wanting to admit that I’d done exactly that. Harry pulled out a chair for me, beside him, and I sat down gratefully.

Diana walked over to an empty chair next to Zayn. She smiled at me when she sat down.

Everyone at the table already had a glass in front of them, and I couldn’t help but wonder if they’d been sitting here for a while.

“So,” I said. “What’s happening here? Party under the stars?”

Harry pointed to the view. “We were discussing how big the moon was today, we’re fairly sure it’s close to a full moon.”

I looked up to see the horizon where heaven meets earth. The moon’s reflection in the ocean sparkled, and I could see why they’d chosen that as a conversational topic.

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