It Doesn't Change A Thing.. ( 1D ) Editing

IDCAT Ch. 5

Why did this have to happen to me? I wasn't that much of a brat!

Also, upon seeing the idols of my best friend, for some reason my brain to mouth filter decided that it didn't have to work at two in the fucking morning, which resulted in a very polite, "Oh, fucking hell no!", an appalled gasp leaving my mothers mouth as Simons eyebrows shot up to his hairline in surprise. Sadly I couldn't see the reaction of Mick Jagger 2.0.

"Emma!" That. was not my Mother. My head spun in the direction of the voice only to get hit on the back of my head.

"Ouch!" Loredana was the one who had yelled at me and also decided that this would not be reprimanding enough, so she hit me over the head. Was this some kind of parallell universe or did she seriously just try to discipline me?

"Jesus fucking Christ! I-" A hand was slapped over my mouth, thus interrupting the flow of colourful words that had been on it's way.

I slightly pawed at Loredanas hand, licking it when she didn't let go.

"Eeew, " she shrieked and furiously wiped her palm on my shoulder, her face scrunched up in disgust. A mischievous smirk formed on my lips, as I watched my sister silently fume, then blush as she realized her boys had seen that.

"Awwww, are you blushing?", I asked her teasingly and squeezed her cheek for emphasis, ignoring her outraged yelling and her flailing arms.

Looking around at each of the boybanders, I schooled my face into a look of realization and "ooohed" lowly, before gasping with a wounded expression taking over my face, a hand pressed to my chest. I blinked innocently and cried mockingly, " You are embarrassed by me, oh young one! Oh shit, how am I ever going to live with this crushing knowledge?", Ending my impromptu play by putting on a blank face, I fell backwards into the sofa, occupying the last seating space in the room.

Noticing, that everybodys attention was now on me, I took an annoyed look around. "What?", I finally spat out.

Loredana was glowering at me, obviously pissed at me, my mother didn't look any friendlier and Simon seemed just stunned. Nobody seemed to want to express their thoughts though and I was getting really tired by then.

Four of the five had huddled together on Simons right, and the blond one was standing slightly behind him. God, I had to learn their names, it was damn annoying to refer to them as "the blond one" and "the Greek god" or something.

Mick Jagger leaned to his right and said, in what I guess was supposed to be a whisper, to the black haired one "She's got quite the mouth on her, even worse than Niall," To which his band mate chuckled.

Niall, was the blond one I guessed by his displeased reaction to that. It was true though, there were no children around, nobody who didn't know the words that left my mouth, so I saw no solid reason to censor myself.

But other than that, no one said a word and an uncomfortable silence was spread throughout the room.

"Well that was a nice chat, I'm gonna hit the hay though," I announced with a sigh and pushed myself off the sofa.