Drugs&Money

8-our house

Isabelle's POV

I had been working with the boys for the 2 past weeks. We had already gotten so much done and I was now sitting on the edge of the empty stage speaking to jordan.

She told me she would be with us until the boys tour had finished which I was absolutely elated about.

Me and the boys had grown very fond of each other and I had started hanging out with them even after work.

I had noticed that Christian and I had a lot in common and half of our conversations were light flirting or just messing around. Either way, there was always some sort of sexual tension between us.

Clinton had stopped being so quiet now and was finally opening up to me which I was more than happy about.

Mitchel was still being his normal silly self but I loved it. He was such a partier and every time we'd go out, he'd be the one to dance with me.

I stopped zoning out once Jordan lifted her camera up and a flash quickly snapped before she lowered it again.

"Hey! What did you do that for?" I said as I glared at her.

She laughed at me and turned her camera to show me the picture.

"Sorry. You look pretty." She responded.

It made me feel much better knowing that she wasn't a bitch and was actually easy to get along with because I'd now be working with her along with the guys too.

"And yourself, darling." I said in my posh accent which made her laugh.

Just as she was about to speak again, Mitchel and Christian walked in playfully hitting each other on the arm.

"Hello ladies. Fancy seeing you here aye?" Mitchel interrupted. He smirked at us both before kissing Jordans cheek and wrapping his arms around her waist.

Christian fake gagged before coming towards me. "They're gross, right?"

Jordan rolled her eyes and turned towards Mitchel to show him the picture.

"I think they're cute." I replied, smiling at him.

"I think you're cute." He mumbled under his breath but I heard and nudged his arm.

He let out a small laugh and so did i.

"Smooth. Is that you inviting me out for a coffee?" I played.

"Nope. That's you asking me to take you for coffee. Isn't it?" He chuckled and I nodded.

He rolled his eyes playfully before grabbing my hand and pulling me towards my office to grab my coat.

Once I got my coat and my purse, we went to let everyone know where we were going and then we went out of the back exit.

"My car or yours?" He asked as his lifted his hand to his chin in thought.

"Neither. Let's walk." I suggested with a smile still plastered on my face.

For some reason, I couldn't seem to get rid of that smile. Not that I wanted to but every time I was around him I seemed to be smiling.

"Walking it is then."

And with that, we walked towards my local Starbucks, ordered ourselves coffee, and sat down at a table outside.

"So you're 19 right?" He questioned which confused me because he already knew that he was correct.

I nodded in response before plastering a confused look on my face.

"And you've already got a huge job like this? I mean, no wonder. You're amazing at it by the way. Much better than I would be." He complemented as he took a sip of his coffee.

"I appreciate that Christian. I'm pretty sure you'd be great. You're just a bit dopey." I joked.

He rolled his eyes and looked away from me, pretending to be annoyed.

"What are you? Seven? Turn around." I laughed and he did as I said.

"Plus thirteen and you've got your answer." He played back with a wink.

"Wow. Clever bastard." I said sarcastically.

Suddenly, he was laughing louder than I had expected. I crossed my arms and frowned at him for a minute until he stopped.

"I'm sorry. Your British accent just makes things sound so much better." He stated.

And your gorgeous face makes up for your irritable comments.

"Hmm. Whatever."

I wasn't annoyed at all. I mean, his Aussie accent made everything sound much better too.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Just messing with ya." He said.

Sweetheart.

Sweet

Heart

From just one comment, my whole face had turned red as I felt myself blushing like never before.

When I had stopped day dreaming about the boy sat in front of me, he was on the phone to somebody.

"Sounds good to me. Yup. See you soon." And then he ended the call.

He placed his phone down on the table and switched his focus back onto me.

I just sent him a smile deciding not to be nosey and ask who it was on the phone. Although, If i asked he probably would've told me anyway.

"That was clinton."

Didn't even need to ask.

"He's Going to pick us up and then cook dinner for us all back at our place if you're up for that." He spoke with a grin on his face.

I nodded and continued drinking my coffee.

~

Clinton had come to pick us up and then he drove us back to their house for dinner. When we arrived, I was shocked at how gorgeous their house was. It was so clean and smelt as fresh as a daisy.

Christian had spent some time showing me around before Clinton had finished cooking.

The last place he showed me was his room. He decided to leave it to the others to show me their rooms.

When we walked into his room, it was exactly as I expected.

Clean.

He had a huge bed in the center with a lot of music sheets hanging on the wall behind it.

A huge walk in wardrobe was placed at one side of the room and at the other was his own bathroom.

An electric, acoustic, and bass guitar were hung up on his wall with a bunch of vinyls spread around them.

It was amazing and it suited his personality well.

"Wow christian." I said, amused.

I hadn't quite expected them all to be so organised and set out but boy was I wrong.

"You like?" He asked, hopeful for the right answer.

"I love" i corrected.

And I honestly did. It was so homely and comfortable.

"Why thankyou." He said with a slight bow. I laughed at his goofyness and right on cue, Clinton called our names.

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