Sierra's POV:
When the three of us headed back upstairs after breakfast, we bumped into Kaylyn and Katelyn. They had asked if I was ready to get to work. I almost forgot that Simon also sent me here to help out, not have a holiday.
The girls whisked me off to a little conference room on the 3rd floor of the hotel, where three different radio stations were setting up to interview the boys this afternoon. I think the girls noticed how shocked I was at how much work was involved. Lots of phone calls and lots of deligation.
Katelyn warned me that tomorrow would be worse, the boys would have 2 interviews in the morning, sound check, a meet and greet, then 3 more interviews before they went on stage. Within seconds I gained more respect for these boys, I was already tired from just listening to their schedule.
By the time we were done setting everything up and laying down ground rules with the interviewers, such as explaining what topics were off limits, it was already time to break for lunch with the boys.
The girls were pretty great. They definitely weren't from any crowd that I would ever hang out with, but I liked them. But, the three of us became friends pretty quickly. Katelyn was absolutely adorable and Kaylyn reminded me so much of myself, not taking shit off anyone. I almost died when she had told a radio host that if he insisted on asking any of the boys if they were gay, she would gladly rip out his intestines and feed them to him.
"Can you believe that guy?" she asked, as the three of us stepped into the elevator. The doors closed infront of us and the elevator shook as it started to move up.
"I know," Katelyn pinched the bridge of her nose. "Why do they always insist on asking that?"
"Asking what," I raised an eyebrow. "If they're gay?"
"Yeah, it's retarded," Kaylyn rolled her eyes.
"I don't know...boyband?" I said with a giggle. Both girls stopped to look at me, I could see in their eyes that no matter how much of a joke I had just made, they didn't find it funny. I raised my palms and made an 'eek' face. "Sorry,"
"Anyway," Katelyn sighed, as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. "I'm hungry,"
"Hungry for more of what Niall gave you lastnight," Kaylyn giggled.
"Oh my god! I told you to shutup about that!"
There was another conference room on the 5th floor, just down the hall from my room. Lunch had been catered by a local Italian restaurant.
When we entered the room we found a buffet table set up consisting salad, lasagna, breadsticks, spaghetti, and so much more, including the amazingly beautiful cheesecake that immediatly caught my eye.
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Harry's POV:
I looked up from my phone when the door swung open and the girls walked in, me and the boys were waiting for them before we even bothered to build our plates of food. Well, except for Niall, he was already almost done with his first plate.
"Hey gorgeous!" Zayn stood to his feet and wrapped his arms around Kaylyn, pecking a kiss on her lips. "How'd it go?"
"Pretty good," Katelyn answered, taking a seat next to Niall. "Everything's all set up, first interview is in an hour,"
"Great," Louis stood up and stretched. "Plenty of time to eat and catch a cat nap,"
"Cat nap?" Niall raised an eyebrow. "I'll just eat for an hour,"
"We know," I piped in.
Liam stood to his feet and moved towards Sierra. "Come on, Love," he pointed toward the buffet table. "Ladies and guests first,"
"That means you better get up there too, Lou," Zayn chuckled.
Louis playfully wiggled his head and snapped his fingers, "Oh no you didn't!"
"Is your girlfriend okay with this?" Sierra asked with a giggle, as she made her plate.
"My girlfriend loves how gay I am," Louis nodded. "She says one of the perks of dating me is that I make an excellent shopping buddy." He must have noticed the look of confusion that swept over her face. "Sierra, love, I'm kidding. I'm completely straight,"
"On the weekdays," I said with a grin.
Louis' turned around to shoot my a death glare. "Keep it up, Hazza,"
I was surprised when Sierra had finished making her plate she had actually moved over to sit across from me. Okay, maybe she just did it to sit with Kaylyn and Katelyn, but in my version of the story, she wanted to sit across from me. I'm completely fine with it, I could stare at those gorgeous blue eyes all day.
"How's the waitress?" she asked, as I sat back down with my own plate.
I looked up and smiled at her. "Eh, it's not gonna work out,"
"Oh really?" she raised an eyebrow. "Why's that?"
"She's married,"
Sierra nodded, taking a bite of her breadstick. "That sucks,"
"That never stopped you before-" Niall started, but I kicked him under the table. "Ow! Ya cunt!"
"Yup," I took a bite of lasagna, chewed, and swallowed. "Always the single guy,"
"I told you my cousin Miranda would kill to date you," Katelyn piped in.
"Oh dear god," I shook my head. "Not this argument again,"
Louis, Zayn, and Niall immediatly started laughing.
"Beaver face!" Louis chuckled. I couldn't help but laugh along with him. Katelyn's cousin was 23, with a face that only a mother could love. She had facial hair and buck teeth. Not to mention that her hair was always greasy and she smelled like she hadn't showered in weeks.
"I'd rather eat a pile of crap," I replied.
Zayn raised an eyebrow. "From the way she smells, I think a pile of crap wouldn't be far behind her,"
Niall began laughing so hard that soda came out his nose, Katelyn made a disgusted face and grabbed a napkin to wipe the overspray off her arm.
"Now boys," Liam shook his head in disapproval. "That's not very nice,"
"It's true, though," Louis replied, taking another bite of his spaghetti.
"No matter how true you may think it is," he said in a fatherly tone. "It's never nice to make fun of someone,"
"Either way," I explained. "It's not that I can't find a girl who wants to date me, it's that I can't find one who's somewhat normal. I don't want another girl like the last one,"
"Last one?" Sierra raised an eyebrow.
Kaylyn leaned over to her with a giggle. "The last girl he started dating was caught sniffing his underwear,"
"EWW!" Sierra cringed.
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Sierra's POV:
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.
"We like to unwind by having jam sessions with Olly," Niall spoke up, strumming a couple chords on his guitar.
"Oh sounds fun," I replied. "Where's Katelyn?"
"She left a few minutes ago, she was all tuckered out from getting up so early,"
"Oh," I nodded.
"Do you sing?" Olly asked.
I blushed with a giggle. "Oh no. No. No. No..."
"Oh come on!" Niall replied. "Why not?"
"Because my singing sounds like a cat in heat!"
"Don't say that!" Liam piped in. "Don't ever think that about yourself!"
"It's true!" I giggled. "But, I'll gladly listen to you guys. I have nothing better to do,"
"Okay," Niall smiled and started strumming again. "Ready guys? 'Wonderwall'!"
He started playing the opening chords to 'Wonderwall' by Oasis. I was immediatly swept away by how amazing their voices all sounded together. I still hadn't heard anything from One Direction, but from the sounds of it they probably weren't so bad. Infact they were probably amazing. Not to mention the voice this Olly guy had on him...Oh my god!
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Kaylyn's POV:
Zayn laid next to me, trying to catch his breath. I turned my head to look at him, noticing the sweat glistening on his forehead.
"You okay?" I asked with a giggle.
"Yeah," he nodded, taking in a jagged breath. He rolled towards me and planted a kiss on my lips once more. "I love you, Kaylyn Walsh,"
"And I love you, Zayn Malik," I smiled and pecked a kiss onto his nose.
"I need a smoke," he stood to his feet and pulled his boxers back on. I couldn't help but watch as he grabbed his jeans off the floor, digging for his pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He left the sliding glass door open as he moved out onto the balcony.
I hated his smoking habit, but it was something that he had to quit on his own. I had already wasted too much time trying to convince him to quit, usually leading to an argument. I decided to pick my battles, leaving cigarettes out.
He hadn't gone out on the balcony too far, there was a certain amount of steps you could take out onto the balcony without being noticed by fans. Being on such a high floor helped though, the boys would be harder to spot.
I reached for the pile of clothes at the end of the bed and found the grey tshirt he had been wearing. I inhaled the scent of his cologne and pulled it on. I moved to join him outside and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind.
"The view's pretty nice, eh?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied, looking out over the cityscape that surrounded it. Ontop of that, we were surrounded by a beautiful night sky, adorned in stars. The weather had been warm all day, but now there was a cool breeze that blew against our skin.
Zayn finished his cigarette and put it down in the ashtray near by. He turned around to wrap his arms around me once more. "I love you," he whispered against my neck.
"Get a room," I heard a familiar husky voice say.
Zayn chuckled and turned to the balcony next to ours. Harry was laying across the reclining patio chair with a blanket pulled up to his neck, a beanie pulled snuggly over his curls.
"We already did," Zayn chuckled.
"What are you doing, Harold," I said, after slapping Zayn in the arm giving him a warning glare.
"I was out here enjoying the night sky until I had to endure cigarette smoke and mushy love stuff," he sat up with a smirk.
"Where's Louis?" Zayn asked.
"Olly's room,"
"Olly's here now?"
"Yeah, he got in a couple hours ago," Harry stood to his feet, the blanket wrapped securely around him.
"How come you aren't over there?" Zayn asked. "You and Niall are usually glued to his hip,"
"Because Harry brought up the radio lady, remember?" I piped in.
"Oooohhh," Zayn chuckled. "That's right,"
"It's not like that at all," Harry shook his head.
"Sure, it's not," I laughed.
"Believe what you wish," Harry shrugged. "I just wasn't into it,"
"That's a first," Zayn said.
"Atleast that's what everyone thinks, right?" Harry shrugged once more. "Goodnight, guys,"
"That was odd," I looked at Zayn with a look of pure concern on my face. "He seemed a little off all day,"
"I know," Zayn replied, pulling me back into the room and closing the door and curtains behind us. "I'll talk to him in the morning, something is obviously bothering him,"
"Okay," I nodded as he sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed my hands and pulled me towards him. "I hate seeing any of you boys sad,"
"Mmmhmm," he said, lifting his tshirt off my skin and planting a kiss just above my belly button.
"What are you doing?" I asked with a giggle, when his fingers danced up the sides of my stomach, tickling my skin.
"Getting you ready for round two," he looked up at me with a devious grin.
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Harry's POV:
No. I didn't have sex with the radio lady. I snogged her, but that was it. Don't ask me what's wrong with me, because I don't know. I've always been known as a "lady's man" and I usually was. But lately, I've longed for something more.
I want someone to cuddle up with at the end of the night. I want to be able to wake up next to the woman I love and watch her sleep. I want to be able to finally snog a girl and have some feeling behind it. Honestly, it's been so long since I've felt anything like that, that I've forgotten what it feels like.
You can have all the sex in the world, but if it means nothing, what good does it do you? If you wake up the next morning more willing to chew your own arm off then wake the ugly chick up, then you're obviously not getting anything more out of it then a cheap orgasm.
Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to be surrounded by my best friends, who are so deeply in love with their girlfriends? Seriously, all four of them are so cute it almost makes me want to vomit.
I was shaken from my thoughts when the door opened and Louis walked in, closing it behind himself. "Okay babe. I love you too. I'll call you as soon as I wake up. I love you. Bye El,"
Damnit. I want a relationship! I want to be in love!