Niall.
Just as I walk away from the goal net, my phone buzzes. I pull it out in full hopes that its Avery.
But its not. Its just fucking Zayn. I roll my eyes and answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hey mate! I haven't seen you in a while, why don't you come hang with me and Louis?"
It takes me a moment to understand his string of incoherent words and my brain processes that he's high.
"Hm, nah mate. I think I'll pas- you said Louis?" I ask.
Its silent for a moment so he's probably nodded, not knowing I can't see him.
"I can't see you Zayn,"
He laughs deeply on the other end of the line. "Oh yeah, I mean yes. I was gonna call him and we can go to this cool bar I seen. You know Lou, he's always down for drinking."
I chuckle because its true. "Yeah.. Well hey, if Lou goes, try to get him to make Ave come, yeah? "
I look to Brad who's signalling for me to get off the phone and come finish off practice. I wave him off, telling him I'll be there in a second.
"Listen Zayn, I gotta go. But call me back, alright?"
Its silent again for a moment, then he chuckles. "Oh yeah, you cant see me. I nodded." He start giggling like a little girl. "Stop it, Liam, where's Perrie?"
"Zayn! Did you hear me?" I push. "Huh? Oh, oh, call Louis, get Ave. I got this, mate."
I smile to myself. "Okay, I'll see you then."
We exchange goodbyes and I hang up. I stare at my phone, hoping that it'll light up with Avery's call. But it doesn't. I lock it, throwing it in my bag and slipping my gloves on.
"Alright, let's finish this out!"
**
Avery.
I look clock. Then back to the mirror. I sigh.
I decide that my dress is too much and change into jeans. I put on my dark stone wash jeans, a T-shirt that says '5-Star', and throw my newly died hair (its black, yas) into a high ponytail.
I slip on my shoes and give myself one good look. I glance at the clock and dash out of my room.
Louis glances at me in the midst of frantically searching for his phone or something, while Harry is yelling at him to calm down. They both do a double take at me before they gape at me.
"What?" I say. I feel heat rising to my cheeks and I rub my arm.
Louis places his hands on his hips, pursing his lips.
He hums in disapproval, shaking his head. "Nu uh, this is a bar. With a club. We need to change you."
I frown as he shoves me to my room. "Wha-? Louis, sto-"
"Harry! Get over here and make her club/Niall ready."
Harry jogs over and smirks. "Gladly."
We go into my room and I plop on the bed. Harry sifts through my closet, humming to himself. If we left, we could have been well on our way. You never know if Niall has a time schedule.
"Ah, this!" He pulls out a black outfit, kinda like Miley's at the VMA's. I glare at him.
"Seriously? I've never worn this."
