i was tangled up in my sheets, my hand folded over my head and my right leg sticking out from under the thick comforter. my alarm blasted into my ears, ruining the moment of peace. i groggily pulled my eyes open, blinking the blurriness away. i grabbed my phone from the bedside table, silencing the alarm briskly before sitting up. my lips parted and i yawned, stretching my arms into the air. i pulled the comforter off of my body, being met by the slight cold. i carefully made my way down the spiral steps and i scooped my suitcase up into my arms as i stepped into the bathroom. the tile was cold against my foot, and i squinted my eyes at the bright light. i pulled open my suitcase, grasping onto my makeup bag and raking the clothes i had packed for something semi-formal. i finally settled for a small dress and doc martens *picture here*
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i slipped on the dress, setting my docs my the door for when i leave. i started at myself in the mirror for a moment, running my hairbrush through my hair. i decided to pin my bangs back with bobby pins, and pulled the rest of my air in front to hide the bobby pins. i washed my face, just doing quick and super natural makeup. i dab concealer over my under eyes, blending it in and applying a bit of glossier blush along my cheeks and nose. i quickly put on highlight, and left my eyelashes the way they were because i had just gotten new extensions. i checked the time on my phone, seeing that it was only 9. i left the bathroom, pulling on my doc martens and pulling my small black backpack over my shoulder. i left my hotel room, phone in hand, and was met by the rest of the guys in ian's room. they were deep in a discussion about whether or not bill nye was a pedophile. i jumped into the room. "LETS GO EAT PLEAsEEeEeEee!!!" i cried all three heads snapped over in unison. "BILLION!" "BILLZ" "DOLLA BILL" "HEY HOES!!!" i grinned "holy moly, i'm not sure if i want our daughter going out in public like this." ian said, looking at my outfit. "oh god not this agai-" "i think you're right eeeean" garrett said. he grabbed a ruler out of literally nowhere. "come right here young lady let's measure that skirt." he said in a horrible british accent. "no i want foooood." i groaned dancing away and waiting at the door. "FOOD!" the guys cried in unison, racing over to me. grayson threw me over his shoulder, as they all ran as fast as they could to the elevator. i giggled, my hair getting in my eyes as they all came to a stop in front of the elevator. "grayson i demand you set me down!" i screeched. "nope." he said "please" "no" "pretty please" "no." "ugh you suck!" i crossed my arms and stuck out my lower lip, pouting. the elevator doors slid open and the boys rushed inside, i tapped on the key that was labeled "lobby" and the doors slid shut again. the elevator music rung through our ears, and all of the sudden it smelt like pure shit. "OH MY FUCKING GOD IAN" "GARRETT THAT WAS SO YOU AND YOU KNOW IT." "IT WAS BILLIE WHO RIPPED ASS!" garrett shrieked, putting me down and flailing his arms dramatically. "SHUT UP IT WAS OBVIOUSLY YOU-" in the midst of our argument, the elevator doors had opened once more, and in front of them stood a hotel worker, his eyes wide. "sorry dude- uh" garrett mumbled, putting his hand on my shoulders. "she can't control her temper." he whispered, cupping his mouth. "oh shut up garrett." i snorted approaching the aroma of pancakes that practically called my name. the boys followed closely behind, rambling on about who ripped ass in the elevator. i stared in awe at the massive table of breakfast dishes, including sunny side up eggs, waffles, and fluffy, warm, buttermilk pancakes. my mouth watered, and i picked up a plate, stacking on two of the most cloud-like pancakes i had ever seen. i grabbed a handful of strawberries and ice water, sitting down at a table, ian joining me, and apple in his hand. he grinned, sinking his teeth into the red fruit, the apple juice dripping down his chin. garret and grayson eventually joined us at the small white table. "i still think billz was the one who ripped ass." grayson attempted to whisper to garret. "bruh you can't even whisper!!" i giggled, "and plus, girls don't fart." i pouted, sinking my teeth into a fresh, plump strawberry. "oh shut uppp, what happened back there totally proves you wrong." ian stated. "mhm" "yeaH" grayson and garret both spoke, their mouths stuffed full of food. "EW! don't talk with your mouths open! you guys are sooo nasty." i laughed i felt my phone vibrating in my bag, and i pulled it from the front pocket. it was our manager, derek calling. the boys bickered about something dumb, and i told them to shut the fuck up. "hey derek" "billie-anne! your driver is waiting out front of the hotel." he said. make sure you get the boys under control." he added in, chuckling. "shit, we lost track of time." i mumbled, "ill try my best." "see ya soon" "mhm." i switched off my phone, dropping it into my bag. "LETS GO!" i said, leaving my trash because, i mean, i could care less. oopsies. "huh?" "our rides here dumbass." "how was i 'post to know that?" "why else would she-" "shshHhhHH! derek said i had to keep you idiots in check! and that's what i plan to do." i said. the boys gazed back at me in awe. i couldn't hold in my giggles.
we walked to the front, entering the cab, the driver instantly taking us to our location. "shit, is this really happening?"
