"C'mon, Harry. Time to get up," I whispered as I quietly tip-toed into his bedroom. Soft snores continued to fill the quiet space, as I'm almost certain the curly-haired boy didn't stir.
"Harry, we've got to get going. Lots to do," I tried to coax. I carefully placed his tea on the bedside table before carefully slipping the fluffy white pillow out from beneath his arms and head. At this point, stealing Styles' pillows was just routine. I received a grunt from the action, but Harry immediately just grabbed the next pillow and sighed in comfort.
"Alright, that's it. No more Mrs. Nice Blake!" I exclaimed as I scrambled to pull all of Harry's pillows off his bed and onto the floor, saving the new one beneath his head for last. What I didn't account for, was how close I now was to his sleeping body. After climbing onto the other side of his Queen bed and reaching to grab the pillow, Harry reached for the next softest thing, only this time, it ended up being me.
"OOF!" I grunted as strong arms wrapped around my middle, sending my body flying backwards and onto the comfort of Harry's bed. I heard him sign happily. Turning my head to face his, Harry's eyes were closed, head tilted forward into mine with his arms still wrapped around me.
"He HAS to still be sleeping," I thought to myself as I contemplated all of my escape routes to get out of Harry's hold.
Just then, a very scratchy voice broke me out of my thoughts. "Blake, stop thinking."
Rolling my eyes, I pried Harry's arms off of me and rolled off of his bed. Straightening my shirt and grabbing the rest of the boys' breakfast, I headed towards his door.
"Tea is on the table. You've now overslept and don't have time to take a shower. Get dressed, and meet us downstairs in 10."
Running out of Harry's room, I paused in the hallway, closing my eyes. I took a deep breath. "Today should be interesting," I mumbled to myself as I made my way to Liam's room, tea and blueberry scone in hand.
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Shockingly, I had all four boys gathered in the main hallway at 9:15am sharp. Niall was wearing a pair of light-wash jeans and a white henley; Liam was in black jeans, a white t-shirt and denim jacket; Louis had on black joggers, a black long sleeve tee and baseball cap; and Harry rushed down the stairs wearing black jeans, a white t-shirt, a yellow short-sleeved button up with his signature rings adorning his fingers.
I couldn't help but smile a bit.
Damn, they really did look good together.
I piled Liam, Niall and myself into one car while Louis and Harry gathered in the one behind us. As soon as the car was off, I called Louis' phone so I could speak to all four boys at once.
"So here's today's agenda," I began as Liam and Niall attentively sipped their tea.
"Your 10am meeting, the one we're headed to now, is to finalize your tour setlist. Once we're done there, we have another session with your vocal coaches as noon. I figured I'd order in lunch, any ideas?"
"Can you grab those salads again from the cute cafe downtown?" Liam asked.
"Perfect," I stated as the remaining trio agreed.
"Now, as soon as we're done there, I'm hoping we can head to choreography by 3. No promises, but I'm hoping today is only a talk-through day not a walk-through day. We'll make sure we gather what worked well on stage in the past and what didn't. New traffic patterns, new stage set-up, etc. Should take 2 hours tops."
Leaving the conversation without questions, it was a quiet car ride until we reached the record label's studio site.
Making our way into the meeting, I was greeted with the same looks I normally get from those who don't understand why I am a part of these kinds of meetings. See, at first, I also thought it was weird that with my position, and age, I needed to be everywhere the boys were. But that's just it. Not only had I become their "stage sister" (Louis' new terms for me), but their go-to person for everything about this tour. Thus, I went everywhere they went.
"Gentlemen, thank you for joining us," Peter began. Peter was the band's main music-manager. The boys loved him and looked up to him. I saw it in their smiles as they all took their seats at the table, and I took mine in the back corner of the room, about to scroll through my Instragram feed for the next hour.
"We've arranged a tentative setlist for you all to look at. Let us know what you think."
Glancing up, I quickly examined it.
1. Stockholm Syndrome
2. Never Enough
3. Temporary Fix
4. Drag Me Down
5. Story of My Life
6. 18
7. No Control
8. History
9. End of the Day
10. If I Could Fly
11. Where Do Broken Hearts Go
12. Home
13. Little Things
14. What a Feeling
15. Perfect
16. Fool's Gold
17. Strong
18. Happily
19. Girl Almighty
20. Midnight Memories
21. Made in the A.M.
22. Infinity
Encore:
1. Steal My Girl
2. What Makes You Beautiful
"Umm..." I heard Harry mutter under Louis' "Well here's the thing" heard above Liam's "I'm not sure" under Niall's "What about...?"
And then... chaos.
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While on the Run
Teen Fiction"Until this moment, no one knew that the band had a 22-year-old female manager to look after them. Until this moment, no one knew who Blake, "B", was. Until this moment, I didn't realize what I had truly gotten myself into." Blake was just as surp...
