While on the Run

Part III.

"Rise and shine, babe!"

I groaned into my pillow, rolling onto my side to see Mr. Horan smiling at me while I struggled to fully open my sleepy eyes.

"What time is it?" I mumbled into my hand as I tried my best to wipe the sleep away.

"It's 9:30, Blake. C'mon, Liam made breakfast." Niall held out his hand for me and as soon as I returned the gesture, I was being dragged down the stairs with a steaming cup of coffee being shoved into my right hand.

"Morning love, get much sleep?" a cheeky Harry asked while he was bent over the kitchen's refrigerator.

"Um, yes. Some sleep, yeah," I mumbled as last night's events came tumbling back to me. Harry straightened, the syrup, orange juice and butter balanced in his arms as he threw me a knowing smirk. At that, I rolled my eyes and made my way to a seat at the dining table.

Liam turned from the stove, an apron on his chest reading "Kiss the cook" greeted me. I couldn't help but chuckle under my breath as he made his way towards the table, two stacks of pancakes and a plate of bacon in hand.

"Alright fellas and Blake, dig in!"

"This looks delightful Liam, thank you," Louis chimed in.

Liam flashed a huge smile before riding himself of his apron and joining us at the table. "So, Blake, what's on the agenda for today?"

"Me? Why are you asking m—" My eyes went wide. The boys paused eating for a moment to look at me. "Hah, I should know that, shouldn't I?" I tried to joke as I put my fork down and moved to stand from the table. "Let me grab my planner, be back in a jiff."

Rushing upstairs, reality fell into my lap. This was my life now. Catering to the schedule of four of the most popular men in the entire world.

Dashing downstairs, I was met with interested eyes. 

"Alrighty boys, looks like the only item on the agenda today is a wardrobe fitting with Monica and her team at 2. We can head to the studio for some writing time afterwards but other than the fitting, nothing is mandatory."

Louis clapped his hands together, "Now that's what I'm talking about!" He had the biggest smile on his face. "We're gettin' the band back together, boys!" he exclaimed as he clapped his hand over Harry and Niall's shoulders. The boys all had a look of excitement in their eyes, whether they wanted to admit it or not.

"Alright, I know it's exciting. Now get your butts in the shower. I'll clean up down here."

"Thanks, B," Niall stated as he kissed the top of my head and headed upstairs, no doubt to follow my orders.

As the boys made their exit from the kitchen, I took a deep breath. 

I could totally do this.

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I totally could not do this.

As I looked around the spacious room the boys and I had been brought into, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed as all four band members will pulled in different directions.

10 minutes later, I found myself calming Niall down as he refused to wear a green suit, silently disapproving as Liam convinced his personal stylist that performing shirtless was the best option, and wanting to scold Louis as he told his stylists that he would only wear striped tank tops and denim shorts. My only saving grace was seeing the small smile on Harry's face as his hands grazed the bright, colorful Gucci fabrics laid out on his roll bar.

Louis' voice started to grow louder, Niall's look of panic was starting to take permanent residency on his face as he started to become combative, and Liam's stylist was starting to look more and more uncomfortable with their conversation.

"Enough!"

All eyes in the room turned to me. I was suddenly aware of how bright the room was, with windows all open looking out the beautiful LA area.

"Monica, please excuse Niall, Liam and Louis for a moment. We need to have a little chat. But please, in the meanwhile, continue with Harry's fitting."

I turned my attention to three out of the four boys, "Hallway. Now."

Like the lost little puppies they looked like, the three boys trailed after me and met me in the hallway.

"What on Earth has gotten into you? This is a fitting. A FITTING. No one is forcing you to go anywhere in any of these clothes. You need to treat your stylists with more respect than you're giving them. I understand that it's going to be an adjustment going from dressing yourselves to making sure all four of you are happy and not clashing, but you need to stop your demanding. This is not who you are. Go in there, and talk to your stylists like normal, human being. Got it?"

During my little speech, my hands had found their way onto my hips. While all the of bandmates towered over me in height, my shaming of their actions made them look small.

Niall was the first to speak. "You're right." He looked at Louis and Liam and then to me, his eyes staring into mine. "I'm so sorry, B. I don't know what got a hold of me."

I gave them a small smile. "Hey, I get it. Things happen. My literal job is to keep your asses in check, so this is me doing that."

As the three of them made their way back into the room, I took a deep breath and stared after the closed door. Was I ready for this?