All's Fair in Love and One Direction

17: All's Fair in Victoria's Secret & Elevators

Chapter 17

The boys are nice and let me use their hotel room shower. However, I realize while I'm still in the shower that I don't have any clothes to change into. Oops.

I wrap my towel securely around myself and edge into the living room. The boys look at me in my obvious mortification and burst out laughing. My face heats up and I shoot them evil looks, but end up laughing despite my embarrassment.

"Guys ... uh ... can I, um, borrow some clothes?"

"Of course. Hang on," Liam says, and disappears. I'm suddenly aware of exactly how awkward this whole situation is. I shift uncomfortably from one foot to another until Liam arrives with a pair of basketball shorts, a white T-shirt and red jacket, and a pair of Victoria's Secret underwear and a bra.

Um ....

"Harry's suitcase," Liam explains. Harry turns the color of a ripe tomato. I'm torn between the urge to laugh or run away screaming. I decide on half of the latter. Harry begins something that sounds like, "It's not what it looks like," but before he can finish I've already fled to the bathroom.

The clothes actually fit me okay - and since the tag is still attached to the bra and panties (??) and I really don't want to wear my set from yesterday for the second day in a row, I decide they're safe to wear and put them on too. They smell like Liam (the actual clothes, not the underwear!!) and they're so comfy. Then I brace myself for the awkwardness that is sure to follow and step outside.

Except ... it doesn't. Liam and Zayn are trying to fry bacon (and failing, might I add) while Niall is standing at the toaster feeding in slices of bread. Harry has disappeared (probably to clean out his suitcase). Louis is pouring orange juice into six glasses. It's pretty obvious which glass is his - unless, of course, he has a really, REALLY bad eye for measurements and just ACCIDENTALLY filled five glasses exactly halfway and only one completely full to the top. Oh, that boy. I walk over, steal the full glass of orange juice, and take a sip.

"HEY!" he shouts. "That was mine!"

"Really now," I say, smirking. "Hard to tell."

He gives me a death glare. I laugh.

"Ow!!" Niall drops a scalding piece of toast and shakes out his hand. Liam turns around to see what's the matter, and bam, like its been rehearsed, the bacon grease in the pan he just neglected bursts into flame. Zayn panics and dumps two glasses of orange juice on the fire. Of course, that causes it to flare higher.

Facepalm.

I drop a cover onto the flaming pan and turn off the heat, mentally facepalming again. "You guys!! You do NOT fry bacon on high heat!"

Zayn and Liam look sheepish. Niall looks like he's in pain. Of course. He probably burned himself using the toaster. I pull out a bowl and start to fill it with cool water. "None of you know how to cook, do you?"

"Not really," Liam admits.

I inspect Niall's burn - it's blistering a little, but he should be fine - and plunge it into the bowl of water. "Is there a first-aid kit in the hotel room?"

Zayn and Liam exchange looks. "No?"

"Any of you have aloe? Analgesic?"

They give me looks, like, "ana-what??"

Good grief. How do these boys survive on their own?

I pick up my car keys off the table. "I'm driving to CVS to get Niall something for that burn. And I'm going to pick up breakfast on the way. Do not even think about touching anything with a heat setting while I'm gone, understand? As a matter of fact, just sit here and drink your orange juice and do not get up until I get back. Louis, want to come with me?"