We'd been sat in the studio for hours doing nothing, and to be honest it was boring.
I slipped my hand into the back pocket of my jeans, pulling out my phone and unlocking it.
Tapping on my text messages, and scrolled down to her name, sending her a text.
-meet me at the studio, I'm so bored😏-
"Ugh." I groaned, throwing my head back on the chair, spinning it around.
"What's wrong with you?" Jay chuckled.
"Bored shitless man." I laughed, rolling my eyes.
He nodded in agreement and his head turned to the entrance of the studio, his eyes widening.
I turned on the chair, instantly smiling as she walked through the doors and towards me.
"That was fast." I smiled, snaking my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to my body.
"Oh, so are you babe." She smirked, biting her lip.
"Don't talk about our sex life in front of these, they'll get jealous." I winked, moving my lips down to her neck.
"Who's this, Parker?" Nathan's voice questioned.
I pulled away from her, my arms still around her waist.
"Guys, this is Farrah." I grinned, turning back to her, forcing my lips onto hers.
We walked over to the sofa's, sitting down. Farrah sat on my knee.
"What origin is that?" Siva asked, sitting in the chair opposite us.
"It's Arabic." Farrah replied, smiling.
"You're Arabic?" Jay laughed.
"No, my family just like Arabic names I guess." She shrugged.
We continued the conversation, the lads asking questions about her, as well as our relationship.
"Tell Jayne I've had to go." Max shouted, the door swinging open and his breathing heavy.
I wasn't really paying any attention considering Farrah was here. I wasn't ignoring her. I could hear their conversation it was just quiet.
"What's wrong?" Siva panicked.
"Your girlfriend, what's happened? Is she okay?" Nathan questioned.
"No, please just tell Jayne!" He begged. "Tom."
"Yeah go." I nodded, turning back to Farrah and focusing on her.