Lessons Learned

Want

I couldn't help but notice how annoying and pathetic it was that Harry flirted the way he did with the female radio host.  Constantly winking at her and making jokes that would instantly lead someone's mind to travel into the gutter.  

I could definitely see why everyone said that Liam was the sweetest of the boys, he was so  quiet and clean minded.  Whenever one of the boys tried to put a dirty spin on a question, he would quickly redirect.  He even asked the woman if her parents knew she was dressed so provocatively, it was funny because she was obviously in her thirties.

The interviews finally ended around 6pm and everyone went back upstairs to relax.  I went into my room and took a quick shower.  I laid on my bed and took out my laptop to check my email.  Somewhere along the line I must have fallen asleep, because when I looked at the clock it was already past 10pm. 

Truth is, I probably could of slept straight through if it wasn't for the sudden racket that was coming from the room next door.  Now, I was groggy and pissed.  I stood up and pulled a baggy pink sweatshirt over my black tank top and pink booty shorts.  I pulled my hair into a messy ponytail.

I grabbed my room key and made my way out into the hallway, when I looked around I found the red headed bimbo from the radio interviews coming out of Harry's room, straightening her clothes.   I couldn't help but look at her and roll my eyes in disgust, she hung her head in shame and hurried towards the elevator. 

I shook my head and went about my business, knocking on the door of the room next to mine.  I had to knock more than once, which made me even more frustrated.  Finally, the racket going on inside finally quieted down and the door opened. 

A tall blonde headed man opened the door, a red hat atop his head.  He wore a grey sweater with a red and white diamond pattern, with black slacks.  "Hello," he smiled.

"Hi, I'm from the room next door-"

"HEY BABE!!!" Louis waved from behind him.  "Come in!"

"Oh! You must be Sierra," the man smiled, reaching out and gently taking my hand.  "Come on in, love,"

"Umm...I-"

  "You must be Sierra, I've heard a lot about you," he smiled.

"Oh really?" I raised an eyebrow, shooting a glance at Louis and Liam.   Niall sat in the corner of the room with his guitar.

"All good things," Liam nodded. "Very good things,"

"I hope so,"

"Olly Murs," Louis replied.  "He's one of our opening acts,"

"Pleased to meet you," Olly took my hand in his and planted a kiss on it.

"Wow, this isn't how I planned this to work out,"

"How's that?" Liam asked. "What do you mean?"

"I was sleeping-"

"Oh dear!" Olly cupped a hand to his mouth.  "I'm so sorry! Did we wake you? Oh gee! I'm so very sorry! Please, how can I make it up to you?"

I couldn't help but giggle a little bit.  What a sweetheart! 

 "It's okay," I replied.  "I had plans of coming over here to yell at you, but you're obviously too adorable for that,"

He blushed, with a grin.  "I really am sorry, love.  Had I known you were sleeping, I wouldn't have let the boys be so loud,"

"No worries," I smiled.  "What are you boys all up to?"

"Baking cookies," Louis replied, taking a sip of the corona in his hand.  Liam laughed. "We have an oven hidden under the bed,"

"Funny," I rolled my eyes.