"No seriously! The sound was amazing!" Emily have been talking up their sound check for the past four hours now. Of course it's been breaks, but she's always picked up the subject again.
"Oh common Emily! We know it was a good one. Would you just shut up about it already?" I blew my top again. At least it's not a paparazzi here. I look around to be sure, only to find out I was wrong. I sigh.
"You're just pissy because Louis got you back." Emily said, head held high. I sighed again
"Don't make me regret bringing you, alright?" I picked up my speed and went in the first door I got to. Turned out to be a bad idea. I looked around and found myself in a store selling sex toys. I felt my cheeks heat up immediately after I realised where I ended up.
"Oh my god." I whisper as I turn around to run out.
"Hey, can I help you with anything?" A young guy in a hideous costume ask me.
"N-no, I'm just le-leaving." I give him an embarrassed smile before I try to walk around him.
"But you just came in. Besides, I recognise you." I freeze in my step and swirl around.
"You what?" I scratch my neck while looking at my feet. I wonder why no one has come after me. How rude.
"I recognise you, from the interview yesterday. I bet you're here for a little toy to spice it up between you and Mr. Styles. Am I right?" He winked at me. My cheeks were burning, he must see it. Can't he see how uncomfortable I am.
"No I just, I just walked. I don't-"
"Rubbish. Come with me I'll find something you both will enjoy." He grabbed my hand and pulled me further into the store.
"You really don't have to. I was about to leave." He didn't seem to hear me as he stopped in front of a rack with costumes on them. He turned around and eyed me up and down.
"You're a size 4 aren't you."
"How did you-"
"I'm a size 4 too." He winked at me making me even more uncomfortable. He went through the costumes before pulling out something tiny and black. It looked like it was a hair bow with cat ears on. I made a grimace at it. If that's a size 4 I must be a size 16, at least.
"This'll look great on you, especially with that tan." He winked again.
"Try it on." He pushed me into a changing room with the costume.
"I'm not gonna try this on." I stomped out of the changing room.
"How will you know if it fits you?" He asked as he was busy picking out a Superman suit? Are you serious? A blue bra and panties with a red out line and a superman mark at the left boob. And to top it off a short red cape was stitched to the bra straps.
"I'm not gonna buy it." I exclaim looking at the black leather bra along with the black leather thong with a skirt like touch to it and a tail attached to it. I shake my head.
"Of course not." He says grabbing it from my hand bringing both costumes up to the cash register. I follow him, trying to protest, but he basically tells me to shut up. He walks behind the register and to a back room coming back out with a plain paper bag. He stuffs the costumes into it. He also put in a little booklet and hand me the bag.
"Here you go. Have fun with Mr. Styles for all of us." He winks practically pushing me out the door of the shop where I meet the boys and Emily.
"What kind of store was that?" Louis asked, but I can see it on his face that he knows. That makes my cheeks heat up again.
"Shut up Tommo." I keep the bag close to me to try and hide its contents as best as I can.
"Can we just go?" I look up at Harry beggingly as the other lads where laughing at me along with Emily.
"Of course. Shut up guys and move it." Harry almost order them to. The laughing dies down a bit.
"Promise me you'll show me what you bought later." He whispered in my ear as we walked into a Hard Rock Cafe nearby. I slapped Harry's chest.