5. Fancy Seeing You Here
The next few days were brutal. I only let Harry and El in the room. El said she was going to drag me out the room today. "Come on. Your leaving this room." "No. El. Stop." She drags me off the bed and towards the door. I latch onto the door frame and El tugs on my legs. "Come on Kim. A little help here." I feel someone else pulling on my legs. "Wow she really is latched on there. " It was Zayn. His strength was no match for my weak arms. On the 3rd tug I let go. Zayn had his arms wrapped around me and I kick my legs with force in front of him. "Let. Go." Zayn drops me down and I stumble on the floor. I see high topped Adidas and a hand out stretch at me. It was Niall. I was going to reject it but I needed help. I take his hands and he pulls me up. I quickly let go of his hand and fix my clothes and hair . I turn my back on him to face Eleanor and Zayn. "Why am I out of my dark room?" "The boys are going to an interview and there's a banquet tonight and you're going. We need to go shopping. Louis' treat." El waves a shiny credit card In front of me. I laugh a little and agree. "Yay! Now go change." I look down at my sweat pants and baggy tee. "What's wrong with what I have on?" "Are you serious Kim? You have mustard on your shirt." I roll my eyes and reach in my pockets. I feel Niall's sunglasses . The ones I wore when we got off the plane the first day here. I take them out and just stare at them. I had a good notion to throw them at his face. I put them on though, and let my hair out of the bun it's in. "Lets go." Eleanor groans at my appearance and I grab her arm. I loop mine into her and walk past Niall, brushing into him. I can feel him turn around to watch me but I don't turn around. Instead I keep walking and get into the elevator.