The familiar ring of her friend’s pierced Tori's eardrums as her friend wrapped her arms around Tori's body in a death grip. Followed by the choking hug and deafening scream, she heard her friend mention how pretty Tori was. Normally, she would groan and scold her friend since the sensitive brunette despised yelling, especially directly into her ear, but today, she felt generous and easygoing. Therefore, Tori played along with this romance and replied in an oh so sweet manner, "Aw, thanks, hun! You look sooo cute yourself." After her remark, she followed the other girls' leads and sang in unison with Daniella after Lanie and Daniella's solos, "Your hair gets me overwhelmed; the way that you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell. You don't know, oh oh! You don't know you're beautiful!" From an outside perspective, the three girls seemed like insane men signing a lyrics mostly favored by a girl in a high pitched voice while letting out girly laughs. Confusing did not even begin to describe the moment. Though, Tori did not care about strangers' opinions because each of her best friends was doing the same thing. Each of their clothes looked funky in a different way like how Mickey had suspenders, and Lanie was wearing a men's blazer. Tori personally had a dark coal black hat that made her think of detectives whenever she saw it, a black, red, and white plaid shirt, somewhat loosely fit men's jeans that were nothing alike to her stylish skinny ones, a sweater she wore on lazy days when she never left the house, huge combat boots two sizes bigger than her petite feet, and to top it off, the finale of a perfectly curled French mustache. Flicking her gaze away from her unusual yet hilarious outfit, she glanced at Daniella and laughed for the hundredth time at her friend's comment. "Apparently... Do you like your signing horse, Mickey?" Tori asked with a beaming smile.

ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: laid-back, goofy
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: inside
ᴡɪᴛʜ: the boys
ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ: single
ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ: this - a leather jacket and
a white with a T-shirt, jeans, and
converse
When Harry heard his best friend's question, his eyes widened and mouth opened but no words managed to come out. With this response, it would have been simpler to write "guilty" in red permanent marker on his forehead. If it was anyone else, the curly haired brunette would have defended himself by all means, but he was among friends, including Josh but not the security guards. Therefore, he lifted his hands up in a gesture signifying in surrender. "Okay, you caught me. All of the humorous girls stole my heart," he stated dramatically, placing his hand to his chest when she said the word heart, with an award winning smile. It almost felt too much like a cliché; it was a coincidental night where Harry potentially met his soul mate, and it was only more exaggerated by his response. At the moment, though, he did not really care. Harry was too occupied with remembering each and every detail of the girl/men from the previous night and the amusing shows the "wannabes" were putting on. Thinking about one of the earlier performances, he caught of glimpse of Louis carrying out his everyday behavior by jumping up and down like a jelly bean. With this final action, Harry began laughing and laughing... and laughing. There was no end to the laughter or the memories of children and elderly auditioning to miraculously pass off as the girls they were looking for. Of course, the unsuccessfulness should have discouraged Harry, but he was as happy as could be. Through gasps in between his laughter he eventually managed to say, "Do you remember when little me winked at Lou--" For a moment, his laughs concealed what he was trying to say, but he finally cleared his throat and finished, stifling a chuckle, "I think that kid had good taste, but Boo Bear is still mine." Repeating what the child did earlier, Harry winked at Louis and blew him a playful kiss before laughter took over his body once again.