Picture Perfect
Piccadilla-What-Now?
TAYLOR'S POV
After the concert, we rode back to the hotel. I was exhausted from the energy of the boys, and the excitement that the interview and concert had. It completely wiped me out. I slowly fell asleep as the boys talked about something that happened as we were leaving.
LIAM'S POV
"She was hot!"
"Harry, she was mental. Did you not see her during the concert?"
"Yeah! She was screaming our names along with the million other girls at the stadium, Liam!"
"She looked like she was having a seizure or something."
"Exactly, Zayn! You see Harry, Zayn thinks she was mental too. And, even if someone is hot, you can't look past when someone tries to kidnap you to take you home with her. She. Was. Mental."
Harry prepared him self to yell at me for doubting a fan that had tried to abduct him when I saw Taylor. Actually, I felt her. She was falling asleep, and her head was lolling onto my shoulder.
I made a "shut up" motion to the boys, and shifted, so her head was more comfortably angled and my arm wouldn't fall asleep. I looked up to see Louis and Harry making "kissy faces" at me. I found the time right to give them a dirty look.
We arrived at the hotel, and Taylor was still asleep. I looked at the other boys for help, and everyone shrugged.
"Someone should carry her," Zayn whispered.
"I vote Liam," Harry said, and Louis agreed.
So I gently picked her up. As I was getting out of the car, I stood up too quickly, and the top of her head hit the door of the car. I froze, hoping she wouldn't wake up, but all she did was curl up, and snuggle into my chest. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief, then brought her inside the hotel, trying to avoid the stares of the people in the lobby.
I walked into her room, still holding her. I gently set her down on the bed, and took her shoes off. Then I covered her, and was about to walk out, when Harry walked in carrying a glass of water and a pill.
"What's that?" I whispered.
"Tylenol. She's gonna need it after that hit she took to the head. Might I suggest you practice carrying someone out of a car? I predict this might happen quite a lot, seeing as we weren't even as crazy as we usually are."
"Thanks Harry. And I can practice with you! Just kidding. But thanks. Here, I'll take those. I'll give them to her when she wakes up."
He handed them to me, and slipped out. I set the Tylenol and water on the night table, and sat on the floor by the wall.
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TAYLOR'S POV
I woke up in my bed. That's funny. I don't remember getting in bed. Oh well.
I slipped out of bed, and promptly tripped on something big. I looked behind me, and saw Liam on the ground. What was he doing there? Why did I have such a headache?
Liam's eyes snapped open, and he sat up, looking at me with wide eyes.
"There's some Tylenol and water on the night table." He mumbled, and then he got up, and walked out of the room.
I stood up, and sat on the bed, taking the Tylenol. All of a sudden, my phone started buzzing. I looked at the screen. Crap.
"Hey."
"ARE YOU OKAY? I'VE BEEN TRYING TO CALL YOU FOR, LIKE, TWO DAYS, AND YOU NEVER CALLED BACK, WHAT IS GOING ON?"
"I love you too, Carson. I'm sorry! I've been busy, the boys are high energy, and they've already had a concert and an interview."
"*sigh* Okay, Taylor. I'm sorry for shouting. I just really miss you. A lot."
"Aww, baby, I miss you too."
"But you forgot about me. You didn't even call when you landed. I can't do it. I can't be clueless as to where you are, what you're doing, and how you are. I can't be-"
"So what are you saying? That you're breaking up with me?"
"No, no, that's not what I'm say-"
"Because is sure sounds like it! Carson, you have to trust me. You have to know that I would call, or someone would call you if something happened. You know I would... Don't you?"
"Yes. I know. Listen babe, I have to go. Just... Be careful with those boys of yours. I don't like the ratio."
And with that, my "loving, caring" boyfriend hung up on me for the first time.
I threw my phone on my bed, and stormed to the bathroom.
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I stomped out of the bathroom, and screeched to a halt when I saw Zayn sitting on my bed.
"I'm guessing either you have twenty people hiding in your bathroom, or you're angry. What's up? Was it Harry?"
"It was Carson."
"Who's Carson?"
"My boyfriend. He was upset because I hadn't called him in two days, and then he just hung the hell up on me! What kind of boyfriend hangs up on you?"
"Yours apparently. But I'm totally with you on the whole hanging up was a bad thing to do. You didn't call him, but you have a job, and not an easy one at that. You have to put up with us all day."
"Thanks, Zayn," I said, laughing.
"Anytime. I'm serious, though. You can come rant to me whenever you need to."
I smiled and hugged him. He was sweet, and I felt comfortable around him. He laughed, and then stood up. "We have the day off today, so get ready to have some crazy fun!"
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"Piccadilly Circus?"
"Yep! It's awesome! There's a bunch of shops, and they have this huge food area!"
The boys decided to take me to Piccadilly Circus.
They dragged me from store to store, making me try on clothes, and then Louis exclaiming, "You need to have that! Ooh, ooh, lemme pay!" I managed to talk him out of most of the things he wanted to buy, but when all of the boys agreed that I needed to have something, they got it for me, no matter how hard I tried to persuade them not to get it.
They ended up buying me quite a lot of dresses, and some shirts. They also added some bathing suits, seeing as I didn't pack any with me when I took the job.
By the time I managed to make them stop, the day was almost done, and Niall had been complaining of hunger for the past hour.
"Can we go to the food now?" He whined.
"If we go and get some food, will you shut up?" Harry muttered.
"Harry! Be nice to Niall. I can see how he's hungry, and I'm hungry too. But, if you're not nice, you won't get desert." I chastised.
Harry hung his head. "Sorry, Niall. I'm just a bit tired, and I don't feel well. Can we hurry?"
We rushed to get Niall food, and went on our way back to the hotel.
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We were in the car when I felt Harry's forehead. He was fidgeting in a restless sleep.
"Guys, Harry's sick, he's burning up."
Liam looked up at Harry. "His face is all flushed. We need to take off that jacket of his. Probably the scarf too."
As soon as we took it off, Harry started shivering, and he cuddled up to my side. I pulled him closer by instinct. I brushed my hand over his damp curls, and wished that we could get to the hotel faster.
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When we finally got into the hotel room, we quickly carried Harry over to the bed he shared with Louis. He was semi conscious when we set him down. "Taylor... Can you... Stay?"
Zayn, Louis, and Liam stiffened.
"No. She can't stay," they all said.
Why were they being so weird?
I can understand Zayn. He's like a counselor I guess, or a big brother. He's just looking out for me, he knows how Harry is. But Harry's sick. He won't possibly try anything. Would he?
I can also understand Louis. He's my best friend. He probably is just trying to protect me.
But I don't understand Liam. Why would he care if I was with Harry or not?
"Come one, guys. He's sick, and I don't mind staying, helping him."
Louis grudgingly nodded, and said, "Plus, he's not all there right now, he probably won't try anything."
Zayn looked at me carefully. "Are you staying because you want to help him? Or because of Carson?"
"Who's Carson?" Louis and Liam wanted to know.
"I'll tell you later," I said. "I want to help Harry. I can't blog on anything interesting if you guys can't go anywhere. I need to get him back to maximum health."
"It's just a fever, Taylor. He'll be fine." Liam persisted.
"Liam, I think Taylor can handle this," Zayn quietly reassured.
Liam sighed and after thinking it over he slowly nodded. "Taylor, Harry is still Harry. If he tries anything, hit him. Then come tell me."
"Or me!" Louis interjected.
"You know you can come to me," Zayn said as he walked out.
The rest of the boys filed out, Liam leaving last. He locked his eyes with mine, then quietly closed the door behind him
After the concert, we rode back to the hotel. I was exhausted from the energy of the boys, and the excitement that the interview and concert had. It completely wiped me out. I slowly fell asleep as the boys talked about something that happened as we were leaving.
LIAM'S POV
"She was hot!"
"Harry, she was mental. Did you not see her during the concert?"
"Yeah! She was screaming our names along with the million other girls at the stadium, Liam!"
"She looked like she was having a seizure or something."
"Exactly, Zayn! You see Harry, Zayn thinks she was mental too. And, even if someone is hot, you can't look past when someone tries to kidnap you to take you home with her. She. Was. Mental."
Harry prepared him self to yell at me for doubting a fan that had tried to abduct him when I saw Taylor. Actually, I felt her. She was falling asleep, and her head was lolling onto my shoulder.
I made a "shut up" motion to the boys, and shifted, so her head was more comfortably angled and my arm wouldn't fall asleep. I looked up to see Louis and Harry making "kissy faces" at me. I found the time right to give them a dirty look.
We arrived at the hotel, and Taylor was still asleep. I looked at the other boys for help, and everyone shrugged.
"Someone should carry her," Zayn whispered.
"I vote Liam," Harry said, and Louis agreed.
So I gently picked her up. As I was getting out of the car, I stood up too quickly, and the top of her head hit the door of the car. I froze, hoping she wouldn't wake up, but all she did was curl up, and snuggle into my chest. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief, then brought her inside the hotel, trying to avoid the stares of the people in the lobby.
I walked into her room, still holding her. I gently set her down on the bed, and took her shoes off. Then I covered her, and was about to walk out, when Harry walked in carrying a glass of water and a pill.
"What's that?" I whispered.
"Tylenol. She's gonna need it after that hit she took to the head. Might I suggest you practice carrying someone out of a car? I predict this might happen quite a lot, seeing as we weren't even as crazy as we usually are."
"Thanks Harry. And I can practice with you! Just kidding. But thanks. Here, I'll take those. I'll give them to her when she wakes up."
He handed them to me, and slipped out. I set the Tylenol and water on the night table, and sat on the floor by the wall.
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TAYLOR'S POV
I woke up in my bed. That's funny. I don't remember getting in bed. Oh well.
I slipped out of bed, and promptly tripped on something big. I looked behind me, and saw Liam on the ground. What was he doing there? Why did I have such a headache?
Liam's eyes snapped open, and he sat up, looking at me with wide eyes.
"There's some Tylenol and water on the night table." He mumbled, and then he got up, and walked out of the room.
I stood up, and sat on the bed, taking the Tylenol. All of a sudden, my phone started buzzing. I looked at the screen. Crap.
"Hey."
"ARE YOU OKAY? I'VE BEEN TRYING TO CALL YOU FOR, LIKE, TWO DAYS, AND YOU NEVER CALLED BACK, WHAT IS GOING ON?"
"I love you too, Carson. I'm sorry! I've been busy, the boys are high energy, and they've already had a concert and an interview."
"*sigh* Okay, Taylor. I'm sorry for shouting. I just really miss you. A lot."
"Aww, baby, I miss you too."
"But you forgot about me. You didn't even call when you landed. I can't do it. I can't be clueless as to where you are, what you're doing, and how you are. I can't be-"
"So what are you saying? That you're breaking up with me?"
"No, no, that's not what I'm say-"
"Because is sure sounds like it! Carson, you have to trust me. You have to know that I would call, or someone would call you if something happened. You know I would... Don't you?"
"Yes. I know. Listen babe, I have to go. Just... Be careful with those boys of yours. I don't like the ratio."
And with that, my "loving, caring" boyfriend hung up on me for the first time.
I threw my phone on my bed, and stormed to the bathroom.
I put this on: http://www.polyvore.com/picture_perfect_chapter_four/set?id=93125235
I stomped out of the bathroom, and screeched to a halt when I saw Zayn sitting on my bed.
"I'm guessing either you have twenty people hiding in your bathroom, or you're angry. What's up? Was it Harry?"
"It was Carson."
"Who's Carson?"
"My boyfriend. He was upset because I hadn't called him in two days, and then he just hung the hell up on me! What kind of boyfriend hangs up on you?"
"Yours apparently. But I'm totally with you on the whole hanging up was a bad thing to do. You didn't call him, but you have a job, and not an easy one at that. You have to put up with us all day."
"Thanks, Zayn," I said, laughing.
"Anytime. I'm serious, though. You can come rant to me whenever you need to."
I smiled and hugged him. He was sweet, and I felt comfortable around him. He laughed, and then stood up. "We have the day off today, so get ready to have some crazy fun!"
---
"Piccadilly Circus?"
"Yep! It's awesome! There's a bunch of shops, and they have this huge food area!"
The boys decided to take me to Piccadilly Circus.
They dragged me from store to store, making me try on clothes, and then Louis exclaiming, "You need to have that! Ooh, ooh, lemme pay!" I managed to talk him out of most of the things he wanted to buy, but when all of the boys agreed that I needed to have something, they got it for me, no matter how hard I tried to persuade them not to get it.
They ended up buying me quite a lot of dresses, and some shirts. They also added some bathing suits, seeing as I didn't pack any with me when I took the job.
By the time I managed to make them stop, the day was almost done, and Niall had been complaining of hunger for the past hour.
"Can we go to the food now?" He whined.
"If we go and get some food, will you shut up?" Harry muttered.
"Harry! Be nice to Niall. I can see how he's hungry, and I'm hungry too. But, if you're not nice, you won't get desert." I chastised.
Harry hung his head. "Sorry, Niall. I'm just a bit tired, and I don't feel well. Can we hurry?"
We rushed to get Niall food, and went on our way back to the hotel.
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We were in the car when I felt Harry's forehead. He was fidgeting in a restless sleep.
"Guys, Harry's sick, he's burning up."
Liam looked up at Harry. "His face is all flushed. We need to take off that jacket of his. Probably the scarf too."
As soon as we took it off, Harry started shivering, and he cuddled up to my side. I pulled him closer by instinct. I brushed my hand over his damp curls, and wished that we could get to the hotel faster.
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When we finally got into the hotel room, we quickly carried Harry over to the bed he shared with Louis. He was semi conscious when we set him down. "Taylor... Can you... Stay?"
Zayn, Louis, and Liam stiffened.
"No. She can't stay," they all said.
Why were they being so weird?
I can understand Zayn. He's like a counselor I guess, or a big brother. He's just looking out for me, he knows how Harry is. But Harry's sick. He won't possibly try anything. Would he?
I can also understand Louis. He's my best friend. He probably is just trying to protect me.
But I don't understand Liam. Why would he care if I was with Harry or not?
"Come one, guys. He's sick, and I don't mind staying, helping him."
Louis grudgingly nodded, and said, "Plus, he's not all there right now, he probably won't try anything."
Zayn looked at me carefully. "Are you staying because you want to help him? Or because of Carson?"
"Who's Carson?" Louis and Liam wanted to know.
"I'll tell you later," I said. "I want to help Harry. I can't blog on anything interesting if you guys can't go anywhere. I need to get him back to maximum health."
"It's just a fever, Taylor. He'll be fine." Liam persisted.
"Liam, I think Taylor can handle this," Zayn quietly reassured.
Liam sighed and after thinking it over he slowly nodded. "Taylor, Harry is still Harry. If he tries anything, hit him. Then come tell me."
"Or me!" Louis interjected.
"You know you can come to me," Zayn said as he walked out.
The rest of the boys filed out, Liam leaving last. He locked his eyes with mine, then quietly closed the door behind him
Notes
Sooooo, Liam huh?Anyway, comment/feedback is mucho appreciado...
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Actually... Sorry to disappoint. It's the chapter she started before she left. It was actually quite hard for me to write this, cuz I don't feel right writing without her. But I'm going to for her anyway.
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