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"Oh no!" I said, dropping the danish I had selected off the platter of pastries. 

"What's wrong?" Niall asked, devouring the eggs on his plate. 

"I have nothing to wear, and there's no time for me to go back to the hotel!" I said, starting to panic.

"Oh don't worry. I'm sure we can find something around for you to borrow," Harry said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"You can have one of my shirts," Zayn offered. 

"Thanks!" I sighed with relief. "But what will I do for pants?"

"I'll run to the drug store down the street and get you some tights," Liam offered. "I'm finished with breakfast anyway. I'll be right back." He rose from the table and jogged out of the flat.

Zayn led me down the hall to the only flat I hadn't been in yet. "Oh," I said, as we walked into the apartment. 

"What?" He asked, noticing my awed expression.

"It's so clean!" I said. "I thought teenage boys were supposed to be messy."

Zayn laughed. "I can't take credit for it. I've got a cleaning person who comes once a week." He took my hand and led me into his bedroom. He opened a drawer in his dresser. "Take your pic."

I pulled out a black and white checkered dress shirt. "You going to hang out while I change?" I giggled.

"Right! Sorry! I'll just, er," he turned around."

I shook my head and let out a little puff of air. I pulled my tank top off and yanked the shirt over my head. It fell to about halfway down my thigh. "I'm dressed. You can turn around now."

Zayn pulled me close, and leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Want to hear a secret?"


"I like the sight of you in my clothes," he said.

I pulled back a few inches. "I can think of something you'd like more."

"What's that?" He challenged.

"The sight of me out of your clothes," I replied, running a finger across his chest. I had the satisfaction of watching his jaw drop as I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and exited the room. I walked back into Harry and Louis's flat and a moment later Liam strode in carrying some black tights. I went into the bathroom and changed. I grabbed some toilet paper and gently wiped off my smudged makeup. I had to admit, I looked pretty good. The heels that I had been wearing yesterday would looks perfect with this outfit, and it did not look like I'd been out all night returning in my boyfriend's clothes.

"You look beautiful, darling," Niall said, taking my hand and twirling me around. 

"Why thank you, good sir," I said, putting on a fake British accent.

"Your accent is terrible," Zayn groaned.

"We'll have to work on it," Harry agreed.

"We can do that in the car," Liam said. "We've got to go. Andrew is here with the van."

We piled in the van and I pulled out my sketchbook. As we rode to stadium for rehearsal, I sketched out designs for Harry, Niall, and Zayn. I sketched an extra for Zayn since he opened the show with his DJ Malik thing. "You are a genius!" Harry said, watching over my shoulder. 

"Thanks, Harry," I said. "But I've got a long way to go. All I have are outfits for the opening number. I have to see the rest of the show to design for the whole thing."

Some kind of dance song came on the radio and Zayn and Louis started doing ridiculous dance moves. They made funny faces to go along with it, and I noticed Harry filming them on his phone. 

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