[ caught in a blizzard ] [ drifty and ottery ]

[prismatic]

we already know the plot so i'll just fill it in soon. c:
shame on me i'm lazy
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woo now onto the characters
ottery - louis & cecilia
drifty - harry & -insentnamehere-
both - liam, niall, and zayn. plus whoever else is needed.

[prismatic]

so basically i don't have a complete form for the girl i want to use- so- here we are with a gif and a name. cx

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ｈａｒｒｙ ｓｔｙｌｅｓ
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male ▪ eighteen years ▪ single ▪ the "flirty" one

..... Harry had his feet propped up on Louis' lap, his head leaned back against the cusioned backboard of the tour bus. "No, I'm serious, it was the best tea I'd ever had," He mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. "It was from Yorkshire, Louis, I still don't see how you didn't like it," he added, shaking his head in mockingly lovable disgust. He glanced out the window, having no idea where they were, and not really caring, either. They were supposed to have reached the plaza a few hours ago, but had already had a flat tire, and an overly eccentric Niall nagging Zayn - their driver - the entire way. "It was buzzin'," He finished, as if those three words proved his statement entirely.

..... Harry sat up as the bus lurched a bit to the right, the lights overhead flicker a bit, before going out. He swung his legs down from his best mate's lap, standing up, and beginning to make his way towards the front of the bus. "God, Niall, what the hell'd you do now?" He asked as he stepped into the front cab, met by an empty seat. His brown immediately furrowed, and he headed through the sliding doors, tugging his blazer around him. The hood was now popped, and Zayn coughed against a bit of smoke that was floating up from it. "What happened?" Harry asked the two boys standing in front of it, his brows furrowed as he was met with blank stares and shrugs. "I'll call Paul," He mumbled, sliding out his phone, and staring at the screen. Of course. No bars. Snow was now beginning to drift lightly down from the clouds, dusting the top of his curls, and he shivered. "Anyone have signal?" He asked, as the other lads checked, and then each in turn shook their heads. "No? Perfect."

..... Letting a long breath turn to smoke as it left his lips, the emerald-eyed boy turned to Louis, raising his eyebrows. "What should we do?" He asked the older boy, not scared in the slightest, just cold and tired, and ready to curl up and sleep for years. He glanced around at their surroundings, seeing a few lights off somewhere down the road, but nothing else in sight besides a house looming in front of them. It was quite large, with only one car parked out front, and it looked rather dark - no, wait. There was on light on, upstairs. He couldn't see a clear face, but someone's fingertip was tracing small swirls into the fog on the glass, so at least he knew the band was completely alone out here in the snow.

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female ▪ nineteen yearѕ ▪ ѕingle ▪ the "dreamer"

.....Letting out a huff of annoyance, Shiloh flopped over onto the other girl's bed, her head buried in the fluff of the feather-stuffed pillows that the two of them had neglected to start a fight wth just yet - as was typical of sleepovers, yes? "God, what is this - the tenth time?" She grumbled under her breath as another one of the boyband's singles blasted through Cecelia's stereo, causing Shiloh to physically cringe. They weren't bad singers - or that bad to look at, either - they just weren't in Shiloh's taste; or wasn't it obvious by her fake gag? She rolled over to stare at the ceiling, mouthing the words to What Makes You Beautiful without even realizing it. Yes, it had been played that many times. Once she caught herself, the brunette mentally slapped herself, snapping her jaws shut. It was catchy, sure, but sure as hell was annoying too.

..... Sitting up again, attempting to block the noise from her ears, she tilted her head to the left a bit, looking at her friend, who had decided to plop herself on the floor at the moment. "You think you'll ever meet them?" She asked, cocking a brow. Of course, being as hopeful as she was, she would love for her friend to get a chance at meeting the lads she so adored. Of course, she would make an effort to not be dragged along herself, but she wouldn't mind seeing a smile light cece's face when she actually came face to face with the band. "I mean, they have signings and things, right?" She mumbled absently, wondering why the other gal hadn't been to one. She knew that Cecelia had been to one of their first concerts, but didn't think she had ever been up close and personal with them with back-stage passes, or attending their signings, or anything. Then again, she thought, who would want to?

..... Swinging her legs off the edge of the bed, Shiloh headed across the room, flopping down in the windowseat underneath her friend's broad-paned window, gazing out at the darkening sky. "And while you go off and fantasize about your mister styles, I am going to be traveling the world." She murmured longingly, tracing small patterns into the fog-stained glass. "Italy, France, Portugal, Brazil, Jamaica, you name it." She continued, doubting Cece was even listening anymore. She would start to daydream like this pretty much any time her mind wasn't focused on something else, imagining far off places, adventures lying in wait. That was what she dreamed of - getting out of this little town and going anywhere - and everywhere - she wanted. People had told her all her life to lower her expectations, and that she would most likely end up working at her family's cafe down the street. That was the most disgusting thing she had ever been told in her life. Oh, sure, the food was delicious, but staying cooped up in one small building for the remainder of her life made her stomach twist into knots. That wouldn't - couldn't - happen.

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ooc: sorry i took so long. :x
edit: just wanted to add in those dots to the name section. xD

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male ▪ twenty-one years ▪ single ▪ the "flamboyant and sassy" one

..... Louis crinkled his nose in absolute disgust as he tapped gently on Harry's legs which had been placed in his lap. How could he say such a thing? Didn't he know anything about good tea? Apparently not if he was saying that tea was good. With a huff he blew outward so the gust caused his fringe to fly upwards for a few seconds. Displeased with how it laid back down he took one hand and fixed it by ruffling it a little then brushing it into a more comfortable spot. "I don't care if it was from Yorkshire, Harry, it was horrid." The Doncaster lad mumbled before sticking his tongue out in mock distaste. It was most definitely not that great of a flavor compared to Yorkshire's other teas. He would know as he was quite the fan of it but for some reason this one just didn't sit with him well. Maybe it was the fact it was a bit bitter and sharp rather then sweet and and a bit tangy. Then again it could also have been how it was prepared rather then the tea itself. "So no- It was not buzzin' as you like to say." He spoke with such certainty and confidence. There were lingering hints of sassiness and a bit of attitude mixed into it as well. To think Harry would even say that the terrible tea was good was beyond his mind. It was gross! It wasn't even hot! It was barely warm! Still it didn't really matter too much. He could like what he wanted to like while his curly headed best friend could like whatever he wanted to. They didn't necessarily have to like the same things- It just made shopping a whole hell of a lot easier when they were back in their flat in London. Money wasn't really the issue because- Well- They had that. It was just the matter of space. They only had so much room for food and some of the space was filled with things that either Zayn, Liam, or Niall specifically ate when they came over frequently. Not that they really had much free time lately anyways with the touring but still- Their flat was a little cramped most times. Their hangout when everyone was in London practically.

..... With a little sigh falling from his thin pink lips Louis looked the window and into the quick moving darkness outside. He had no idea where they were because in all honesty he was terrible at remembering directions. Perhaps that was why he wasn't the one driving the bus. Another reason is because he wasn't really the best at driving either. It was either too fast or too slow which ended in a lot of complains and an angered driver. Never a good combination while driving. He'd be likely to yell at the other drivers before actually paying attention to the road. So no- He wasn't allowed to drive the bus. Heck- A bus was at least twice as big and heavy as a car. Yeah- no way he'd ever be allowed to drive it. The brunette sighed again and wondered when it is they would be arriving at the plaza. They had to be close right? No way Zayn had taken a wrong turn.. Right? He probably hadn't- Louis was just busy worrying and being paranoid. The last placed they had stopped at was a small service station about ten miles past where they had gotten a flat tire. They all had filed into the small store while Zayn was getting gas. Niall had went to grab food and Liam was in search of some form of entertainment for the long ride but only found a deck of playing cards and a set of checkers in the little shop. He got those as well as some magazines- Not that reading on a vehicle was good but he did it anyways. Louis had taken the chance to go to the bathroom because in all honesty- Sharing one cramped tour bus bathroom was quite disgusting and a little depressing. Suddenly the lurching of the bus brought him out of his thoughts as the lights flickered then went out. "Oh this is just perfect." The lad spoke before following Harry's actions and getting up from his seat. Unlike the curly headed boy though he knew Zayn was outside because obviously someone had to open the hood and the Bradford boy fit the bill. After all he was the driver. Quickly he pulled an ugly Christmas jumper over his head before pulling on a fuzzy snow hat and walking outside and around to the front of the vehicle where the other two boys stood. Soon enough Niall and Liam had also joined the group as they all stood out in the snow eyeing the engine.

..... Both his eyebrows arched in a mimic towards Harry. Was he actually asking him what to do? Why not Liam? He was better in situations like these anyways. His eyebrows furrowed a little as a pout slipped onto his lips. Why was he i charge all the sudden? Just because he was the oldest did not mean he was the maturest or the leader. Maturity was a chose and was something he obviously had no intentions of picking. "You're kidding, right? You're asking me what to do rather then Liam?" Louis questioned almost sarcastically but seeing how his expression hadn't changed it seemed that the curly headed lad was not joking what-so-ever. This made the twenty-one year old return to thinking. What to do? What to do? With no cell service and no working bus they were pretty much screwed. No heat, no power, no water, no internet, no phones. Yeah. They were screwed. "Damn.. Uhm.. Well- We can't stay in the bus. We'll freeze if we do- Even with blankets." He spoke uncertainly before looking around. Not too far from them was a house though he wasn't sure if anyone was home. It was of decent size- If not on the large side- With only one car parked in the driveway. No lights appeared to be on though and he nearly sighed until he spotted an upstairs light on. Looking closer his diamond blue eyes spotted a figure sitting by the window making swirls in the window condensation. That person was soon joined by another who started drawing various smiley faces, hearts, and names. Huh- So someone was home. That gave him a sudden burst of hope he knew they needed. Turning back to face the boys he started with a slightly cheeky grin. "Okay. I've got something. I don't want to hear any fussing because it practically is our only option whether it be potentially unsafe or not," The brunette spoke as he gave Liam a stern look. Normally he was the first to protest and the most fussy about his ideas. Satisfied that his friend merely nodded and folded his arms he proceeded with the plan of action.

..... "We're going to go to that house right there, someone is home, two people as far as I can tell so far, and we are going to explain the situation and see if we might be able to stay over night. Use a phone if they have one in service. If not I'm sure a restaurant or shop in town will have one come morning time. Perhaps they can take one of us down there. Of course this is just assuming that they'll allow us to stay. If not- Well- Guess we'll be stuck in a cold bus with a limited amount of blankets." Louis spoke to his friends. Silence. What? Was the idea really that bad and far fetched? A scoff came from his lips and he folded his arms in a rather hurt and upset manner. It's not like the others had supplied any ideas. Suddenly a grin broke out across Liam's face and he clapped loudly and in a slow manner. That made him feel a little better to be honest- At least someone agreed. Slowly and sure enough the others joined in and Lou took a little bow with pride overfilling him. Soon enough the group was traveling over to the house. He figured there was no point in grabbing their things yet if the people could possibly say no. Would they though? He wasn't sure. For a moment Louis let his eyes flicker up as he watched the snow start to fall down. A flake landed on his nose and he fought the urge to suddenly sneeze. Within minutes the five were up on the porch of the house. From the inside he could faintly hear barking. Dogs? They had dogs? Not that it was a problem- Dogs were great- As long as they didn't attack world famous band members. Reluctantly he reached out and pressed the doorbell before knocking on it twice. Hopefully this was a good idea, it was risky and he knew it. For all he knew they could be creeps and could hold them at ransom. They could also be drug dealers and threaten them with their lives to carry out things for them. Quickly he pushed away the negative thoughts and replaced them with some more positive ones. Maybe they were nice folks. Elderly or newly married couples were always nice- Most times. Maybe it was a group of girls, fit girls if he could add, that'd be nice too. Unless they had a burning hatred to the band and wanted them dead. Silently he shook his head and decided not to think at all but instead stare at the icicles forming along the side of the houses where the windows stuck out so you could place various plants and things on them. He wasn't sure what they were called but he did know what he meant by it.

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female ▪ eighteen yearѕ ▪ ѕingle ▪ the "singer"

..... Cecilia looked up from the place on the floor where she has planted herself in front of her full body mirror so she could properly see herself when straightening her hair. That was something she did a lot when she had free time- Style her hair. It's not like she could go out and do anything because, well, there was nothing to do in this small town. It was literally in the middle of nowhere and they got no cell service whatever- Not even in the heart of the town. Basically whenever Shiloh wanted to visit she just came over- Knowing they couldn't very well call each other. Sure they did have internet but even that was a very sluggish thing. Instead of going into town and spending hours doing practically nothing she stayed in the comfort of her ranch-style home. At least it appeared to be ranch-styled on the outside. The inside of it was rather modern and looked as if it came right out of the pages of a home decor catalog. That was another thing the blonde enjoyed. Decorating. She could literally decorate anything. An outfit, a room, a notebook, anything. Her bedroom was painted in a light lilac purple with white Christmas lights strung throughout the room to add to the effect. Her desk and dressers were black as well as her television stand that held a decent sized flat screen. With her mother being a traveling salesperson and her father working on Wall St. you could say she had the money to get just about whatever it was she needed to pull the room together. The home wasn't hers completely- No- It was merely hers for the time being. Her parents were testing her to see if she could take care of it without any help services in their absence. Upon their return if she had taken good enough care of it the home would be hers. The only thing was is she didn't really want it. Sure the house was nice but in all honesty, it was in the wrong place. The middle of nowhere. Literally. Cece doubted the town was even on a road map somewhere. Nothing happened there. Nothing. Not even crime- It was that empty.

..... A smirk crossed the eighteen year old's lips as she watched her best friend complain about her song choice and then sing along to the words moments later. Shiloh probably didn't know that she had noticed but she did. Oh she did for sure. With a slight snicker she turned back to the mirror and shook her head. Still she could see the brunette from the reflection in the object but she really wanted to finish her hair as she was almost done doing so. Cecilia also had on a little makeup like she normally did, unless she was playing dress up with her friends in which then they'd do their makeup and dress up all nice for group photos. All she had on for the moment was a little foundation, mascara, and eyeliner. Even then it wasn't much compared to what she could have done. "No! Don't be silly! It's the fourth time! The CD does have other tracks. If you get bored of it I do have Take Me Home too," She spoke with a little laugh. Why she said it she didn't know- Shiloh knew she had both CDs the band had released. Of course she did- Why wouldn't she? Who knows. The girl returned to running the hot iron over her long hair until she had finally finished the second side of her hair. Afterwards she shut the tool off and unplugged it- Setting it on her glass coffee table that rested on top of a purple rug because her floors were dark hardwood unfortunately. Sure she could have taken one of the other two rooms which were now guest bedrooms but at the time she thought wood floors would be cool. No- Not when you live in a place that is snowy half the year. Not at all. Upon hearing Shiloh's question she got up onto her feet and flopped on her bed. There was a moment of silence before a sudden meow sounded from the mountain of fluffy pillows. Wait.. Was a cat actually under there? Cecilia had to look to be sure she wasn't hearing things. Sure enough there they were- A massive dark brown fluff along with two smaller ones, one being black and the other being white. Tank, Melody, and Sonnet. They were quite the trio of cats and that didn't even finish off her list of animals. Her mother had a strange obsession with them and always wanted more of the most uncommon household pets. Among them they had a turtle, three cats, two dogs, and the latest addition, a hedgehog her mother insisted on getting after she saw a woman in New York with one.

..... It wasn't long before the girl had joined her friend in the window seat and begun drawing on the window but kept her doodles to the half of the window she was next to. Cece went about drawing hearts and smiley faces as well as writing some of her favorite singers, One Direction and Ed Sheeran included in the group. "They do, and, well- Anything's possible, Shi, I'm not going to get my hopes up too high though, I mean, what are the chances? As if they'd ever be in a town this small." She mumbled with a little shrug before she sang along to the song playing, One Thing at the moment. Her statement was a true one though. Anything was possible but then again the chances were slim so long as she was still stuck in this crummy excuse of a town. Still she kept a positive outlook on it- Maybe she'd go to another one of their concerts soon and actually get backstage passes. Quietly she listened to her friend speak and let a smirk creep on her face at the mention of Harry. Being as they were best friends she simply had to know which one she fancied the most. There was just something about his curls, dimples, and green eyes that got him. Then his personality peeked through and she nearly died. So cheeky yet so awkward. Like polar opposites mixed together. A strange mix but a mix none the less. "Now now, I may daydream about him but I don't plan do to do here for the rest of my life." She noted as Shiloh went on to talk about all the locations she wanted to go someday. Both girls knew well enough that all they truly wanted was out- A chance to actually go live the life they wanted to. Though in a town like that it was nearly impossible. The one on the brunette's list that sparked a particular interest in her mind was Brazil. One place she had wanted to go since she knew about it was Rio de Janeiro. She loved the fact that the location was so big and lively. With tropical waterfronts and warm weather it sounded like heaven on earth. The parties as she had heard we all the better. One of the things on her bucket list was to go and celebrate Carnival there. The parades, dancing, all of it just seemed perfect. Too bad she was stuck in a small town in the middle of deserted land.

..... The chime of a melodic bell followed by both knocking and dogs barking stopped her thoughts. Someone was here? Now? Why? It was quite late and to be honest- The only person who stopped by was already there. The blonde pressed her face to the window as her hazel eyes searched the driveway first. Nothing. All she located was a black bus parked across the snowy road with a little steam rising from the engine. Well that was peculiar.. Buses normally didn't travel through there, unless they took a wrong turn of course. Normally it was beat up pickups and farming equipment that she saw driving by. Not- Well- That. Who did it belong to? And why were they knocking on her door at this hour? Slowly Cecilia got to her feet and adjusted the grey tanktop and red plaid PJ bottoms she was wearing before pulling on fuzzy pink bunny slippers. "Oh look, my husband is home," The eighteen year old joked lightheartedly. It was more likely to be someone of importance looking for one of her parents then some attractive young man, such as Mr. Styles, standing on her porch. "You are coming with me, I refuse to die alone if it's a murderer." She spoke before tugging on Shiloh's arm a bit. Cece knew she looked about as frightening as a puppy with the way she was dressed at the moment but she didn't care. She was still tough for a girl. From downstairs she could hear the dogs barking from inside their kennels. Perhaps she should let them out before answering just in case.. Nah. They'd be fine. Hopefully. Ever so slowly she crept down the stairs, looking over her shoulder every few seconds to make sure her friend was following. Once her feet hit the hardwood floor she flicked on the light and the whole living room and entry way lit up as if coming to life. The kitchen was still however dark. Oh- That reminded her- They still needed to make all that food they said they were going to prepare then pig out on. However that would have to wait until after they got rid of whoever was on the other side of the door. From where she was all the blonde could see was five silhouettes standing on the porch. That caused a bit of panic to rise in her. It'd be a bit tough to fight off five people if they needed to do so. Silently she bit down on her bottom lip before glancing at Shiloh with a shrug. Ever so slowly her hand went to the handle and she opened, mouth falling slightly agape in the process but she quickly shut it. There they were, the five boys in the world famous boy band she adored, standing on the porch in the snow. Was this serious? Or was she just getting punked?

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male ▪ eighteen years ▪ single ▪ the "cheeky & flirty" one

..... Harry was a bit stunned. Louis could actually be mature and rational - who knew? He just sort of looked at his friend for a couple of seconds, completely and utterly shocked. Had that actually come out of the blue-eyed lad's mouth. His eyes flicked around to the faces of the other lads, seeing no different splayed on their features. He smirked to himself as Liam began to clap and nod afterwards, and he soon joined in, a teasing glint in his forest-green gaze. "That's why I didn't ask Liam." He said with a small grin in Louis' direction, before scuffing his boot through the fine layer of snow that had filtered to the ground, coating the road where now only a small bit of black could be seen. He glanced to the lights somewhere off down the road, guessing that those were a few shops and things that would be useful to them if these people did end up to be a bit unfriendly. But, hopefully they'd be nice enough. He glanced back up to the window to see a second pair of hands, drawing small hearts and smiley-faces into the fog, as well as a few words he couldn't make out from here - as they looked backwards to the band below. They looked sweet and simple whereas the other designs to their right were a bit more complicated - swirls stemming off in every direction, some ending in points, while others continued to branch off until almost the entire half of the window was covered in a vine-like sketch. Personally, he preffered the smiles. Easier to look at. He could sort of see the outline of two faces through the now drawn lines, able to at least see hair color. Brunette and blonde. Variety. He smirked to himself, knowing that Liam have a hand to the back of his head if he were able to read thoughts. He wasn't serious, not even in his own mind - was that bad, that someone joked with themselves in their thoughts? But he wasn't the type to try to hook up with different girls at once. He was a cheeky fellow, who enjoyed mingling with the opposite gender quite a bit, but he would usually zone in on one particular girl that he fancied, and would try to win her over. He wasn't some womanizer as everyone would expect. A flirt, yes. A heartbreaker, no.

..... Harry brought his gaze back down from the two outlined gals on the other side of the window, to look at Louis. Apparently a bit of his birthday was getting to his head, because he had already begun to lead the way over to the doorway of the house. Only after bowing to their applause, of course. Now that was more like Louis. Usually Liam would be the one to come up with the plans, and be the one to put them into action too, but now it seemed that role had temporarily fallen on Louis. It was almost never his own responsability, being the youngest, which was a blessing and a curse. He was probably the least trusted of the group to do something right - trouble sort of found him. Louis would listen to him more than the others, and Niall would sometimes, but the other two - Liam especially - would just dismess him if he tried to take charge. It was nice to not have to worry about things like this, and be able to rely on the other lads to get them out of any trouble they might face, but it was also a bit annoying not to have any self-responsability. The other lads sort of cared for him. In a parental way. It bugged him, but then again it didn't. He shrugged it off, hurriedly scuffing after the other boys, making his way to the front to stand behind Louis, next to Liam.

..... There was the faint hum of music coming from somewhere, and the only rational explenation was that it was coming from the house they were requesting to enter. He furrowed his brows as he strained to hear, a small, cheeky grin lighting up his expression as he finally recognized the beat, and the muffled sound of his own voice, mixed with the rest of the band's. "Hear that, lads?" He asked, motioning towards the window to direct their ears to the room from which the sound was most likely erupting from. He began to slowly move his hips to the beat of the music, his curls swinging back and forth across his forehead, mouthing the words. Liam had just rolled his eyes at him with a small smile, while Niall had begun to awkwardly dance as well - as usual of the blonde lad, eager for anything goofy. Looking up at the window as Louis rang the doorbell, he could see that one of the forms had already left the window, and now the other was being urged in that direction - probably to answer the door. He smiled at the thought of the two girls being fans of their music; it was nice to know that at least they wouldn't be thrown back out in the snow. But, of course, these girls could very well be a pair of those extreme fans who would tie them up and lock them in the basement and keep them there for the rest of their lives, and not even Paul would have any idea of what happened to them - he had to stop himself. He had had a few run-ins with crazed fans before, some doing smaller things, like trying to lick his cheek, or jump on his back, while others came right out with ropes or things, saying that he was theirs and things. He was sure all of the other lads had undergone similar scenarios. Hopefully, the two gals who were on their way to answer the door wouldn't be as such, and they could make it through at least one night without being chained up in some sort of underground dungeon.

..... Harry's gaze jerked back down from his intense thoughts of capture as he heard dogs off inside the house beginning to erupt into spontaneous barks. Sounded like at least two. He smiled to himself at the thought of pets, wondering if they happened to have any cats. He loved dogs and all, but he was definitely more of a cat person. They were just so cuddly and sweet, and they listened better than dogs. They would just curl up in your lap and sleep while dogs would be all yappy and wanna jump around and play. Being relatively lazy himself, cats had always been more Harry's style. He stepped up to stand directly beside Louis as he heard the click of the handle, a wide smile lighting his lips as the door was opened and he saw two gals - both in rather colourful trousers - looking at them. They both looked rather surprised, while one didn't look too pleased - well, wasn't that a first. The first one - the blonde in the gray tank top - looked like she couldn't believe that they were actually standing in front of her, with that wide-eyed astonished fan look. And while the brunette half-a-step behind her friend too had wide eyes and a gaping jaw, her brows were furrowed, making it seem as if she would rather have a different set of faces greet her at the door. "Erm, hi, loves," he began, cleairng his throat. He glanced at Louis and Liam behind him, as the other boys were a bit better at explaining things than he was. Oh well, he had already begun so why stop now? "Sorry to bother you this late, but, our bus is sort of - erm - broken down. We were wondering if you had a phone we could use, or, even better, somewhere we could camp out until the snow storm blows over?" He asked hopefully, raising his eyebrows at the two of them, more directly at the girl in front, as she seemed as if she would be more willing to allow them in.

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female ▪ nineteen yearѕ ▪ ѕingle ▪ the "dreamer & stubborn believer"

.....Shiloh was already drawn far too deeply into her own thoughts to even comprehend her friend's words. She had stuck on her mind images of run-down castles in Scotland, and the black coast-lines of Hawaii, her lips pressed into a tight line as they always were when she day-dreamed. She wouldn't exactly consider herself ADD, although that probably was the best way to describe it. She was actually a straight A student in all of her classes except for history - or geogrpahy, or any of those things. Learning about different places in the world was what fascinated her most, so you'd think the gal would be passing with flying colors, right? No, not at all. She was flunking. Horribly. She had a D. Minus. Had she still been living with her mother, she would have probably been banished to her room until college. Which, wasn't looking like where she was planning on spending her next few years. Hell, her family owned a cafe, not a multi-million dollar corporation; she was a fool if she actually believed their little coffee and soup shop would drag up enough money to send her off to college, or even send her to a campus in the area. Shiloh always managed to play it off as confidence, saying that one day she'd go here and there, visiting foreign countries, and each and every state in the U.S., when in truth, she doubted she ever even leave this little town of hers. One, she didn't have enough money. Her mum had died a few years ago, leaving her and her father more debt than money in her wake. They had managed to pay them off, but of course that left them poorer than ever. The cafe took off a couple of years after that, which brought them back up a little, but she was still nowhere near rich. Far from it, actually. Lower middle class, would be more accurate. She, herself, made a decent amount of money for someone who just graduated highschool and hadn't headed off to college. Working at the cafe payed well, and she helped out with other things, dancing at Tiffany's on the weekend. Tiffany's was a dinner and show sort of place, where the waitresses were dancers. Not that kind of dancers, of course - she would never lower herself to that sort of level, oh God no. It was simplistic dancing - more of a hip hop sort of thing. She liked to think she compared to Chachi Gonzalez, although she doubted she was that good. That was why their friendship worked so well; Shiloh and Cece's. Her friend had the amazing voice, and Shiloh had the moves to go along with it.

..... The doorbell was the only thing that managed to break the brunette from her trance, glancing over at Cece as she teased about her husband. "Did you order pizza or something?" She asked, raising her eyebrows, still sitting in her windowseat. Although, she didn't have to ask, she knew Cece hadn't ordered anything - hell, what phone were they going to use, hm? As the other girl stood up, tugging against her hand to lift her ffrom the seat, Shiloh let out a low groan of protest, leaning away from it, digging her feet into the carpet in an effort to stay seated. But as her friend continued, she let out a low huff under her breath, standing up. "Fine, fine, just hold on a sec. I don't wanna scare anyone." She said with a small, cheeky smile, heading into the bathroom attatched to her friend's bedroom glancing at herself in the mirror. Gray and lavender plaid pajama bottoms and a matching violet tank top. She looked at herself, running her fingers through her insanely straight hair. She always said she hated how flat her hair was, but eveyrtime she decided to try and curl it, it ended up looking horrid. So, she went back to her same old straight look, and dealt with it. "You think it's burglars?" She asked as she smoothed out her clothes, peeking her head out. Then rolling her eyes at herself, she went back to fiddling with her hair, straightening the simple pendant she wore around her neck. "Yeah, Shiloh, because robbers knock." She mumbled, her Aussie accent breaking through as she spoke the word 'robbers'. She had moved to the states with her parents when she was eight, so her accent had traveled with her. It had grown a bit more subtle over the years, but it was still most definitely there. Once she was at least half-satisfied with her appearance, she headed from the bathroom, following her friend who had already started down the stairs.

..... Shiloh smiled to herself as she headed down the stairs, the dog's barks echoing through the small house, and just barely beginning to die off. She stopped at the door as Cece did, raising her eyebrows, and looking curiously at the door. She could hear muffled voices on the other side, speaking to one another; damn, maybe they really were burglars. Shiloh furrowed her brows, letting out a few hushes to the dogs in the kennels towards the back of her friend's house, watching as the girl turned the knob. "Oh. My god." She managed to mumble before her jaw dropped open, her violet-specked blue eyes widened. It was them. They looked exactly did on the few posters Cece kept in her room. The one with curly hair and dimples that she referred to as Mister Styles just to tease Cece had spoken, but Shiloh hardly heard, as her eyes flicked to and from each member of the band. They were all here. At Cece's house. Why? As Harry ended his words in a question about staying with them, she was actaully surprised that her friend hadn't collapsed unconscious to the floor, and furrowed her brows. "Your call. They're your level of expertise, not mine." She said under her breath to the blonde standing in front of her, flicking her gaze back to the boys. Their bus had broken down, and she knew Cece well enough to know that the lads would most definitely would be staying with them overnight. Just her luck.

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ooc: omg cece's reply is so short in comparison to lou's lolol
edit: again editing in those dots.

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male ▪ twenty-one years ▪ single ▪ the "flamboyant and sassy" one

..... Louis felt a small grin tug on his lips at the remembrance that for once the lads had actually liked his plan. It was a highly uncommon thing for him considering his ideas were generally far fetched and silly. Plus he wasn't necessarily the most mature person which got most of his ideas overlooked instantly. Eventually he just sort of gave up seriously trying to think of things when problems had arisen because most times his theories were not chosen. In ways it was nice because it didn't mean he had to stress about it but in other ways it was quite frustrating and upsetting. The Doncaster lad liked having a sense of responsibility and it seemed that he didn't have much because everything else was always sorted out for him. Perhaps that's why Harry listed to his ideas and theories no matter how silly, dangerous, or outrageous they may be. Lou knew that the curly haired boy was practically in the same boat as he was most times. Harry because of his age and him because of his youthful personality and actions. The odd thing was though was that Harry actually possessed a lot of maturity and thought for his age. His ideas weren't half bad most times either. It was just overlooked because he was the youngest so he 'wasn't to be trusted' with big decisions. This was another thing that frustrated him. They were all in one band- Shouldn't they all have a say in stuff equally? Probably but it was just done out of what was best for the band he supposed. Quickly he pushed the thoughts away as he recalled back on the fact he had been the one to belt out a plan and put it into action. He almost never did that. Maybe it was the whole birthday thing. A new age gave him a refreshed sense of maturity- Though who knows how long that would last. Probably not long what-so-ever. It's just how he was. Forever young.

..... A couple chuckles escaped his lips at the sound of hearing their song muffled upstairs. Only when both Harry and Niall had begun wiggling and singing along to it had he joined in as well. Mouthing the words gently only to watch the smoke roll out from his thin pink lips as he swayed side to side using mainly his hips. Well this was quite a good sign as he guessed. That meant that at least they were expected to be fans- What with the music they were playing and all. Though with this it still brought him some worry. The boys had a vast variety of fans as he'd like to say. There were the ones who listed to a couple songs and nothing more than that. Then there were the ones who got albums, went to concerns, and just supported them unconditionally. He liked those types of fans. Now there were also some negative types of fans. There were the ones who were just strange- Saying rather- Odd things about them on Twitter and whatnot. Then there were the really strange ones who actually attempted to do things. Kidnapping, licking, pulling, basically anything they could do to get their hands on the band. At one point Louis had actually gotten deep cuts from some girl with salon done nails who had jumped on his back. Not a pleasant experience to say the least and he knew the other lads had experienced the same or something similar. "Yeah I hear it. Let's just hope they aren't the strange obsessive type," He muttered as they waited on the porch still listening to the music playing faintly. It was a bit harder to hear with the dogs barking but soon enough they were hushed as the faint sound of footsteps sounded down the stairs. Quickly he stood with his hands inside his trouser pockets for warmth as there was a moment of silence before the door opened.

..... Immediately a smile cracked across his face. They didn't look to be psychotic or crazy in the least. At least they appeared not to be. You could never really completely judge a person from just seeing them once. Though they did seem like nice enough people- The brunette however didn't seem too pleased it was them standing at the door however which was a first on their part. Normally they got positive reactions as the blonde was demonstrating. Both were shocked and that was bluntly obvious to say the least. Louis opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it as his curly headed friend beat him to it. Well that was a first - Generally he didn't explain things in serious scenarios because at times his words would come out either jumbled or very sluggish. So instead he took this time to gaze back at the girls again. Both of them had bone straight hair- Whether it be natural or not he didn't know. One being a blonde and the other being a brunette. Their eye colors couldn't be more different though as he noticed. The first girl had a green-blue hazel color to her eyes. A majority was the green-blue color with light brown sprouting from the centers. He'd always admired that about hazel type eyes. The second girl had a really particular look to hers though. They were blue no doubt about that but there were flecks in them that gave of the appearance to something more like violet. Another thing he liked in eyes- Flecks. He himself had some as well but they were just lighter and darker shades of the diamond blue color he already had. Nothing too special as it seemed. Once his friend was done speaking he couldn't help but patting him on the back. "Way to take charge, Haz," Louis spoke in a rather cheeky manner before chuckling. It was only then that his attention snapped back to the two girls as they all - hopefully - awaited the answer that would either leave them out in the cold or let them into the warm house until the storm blew over.

..... The blonde seemed to be bubbling with held in shock and excitement but he had to admit she was doing a pretty good job at masking it. Still through her furrowed expression it looked like she was contemplating the question that had been asked. It was quite an understandable thing considering it was a bit to ask for - staying at the home until the storm blew over - whenever that may be - hopefully sometime soon though as he hoped. Suddenly with a small sheepish glance to her friend she returned her attention to the five band members and nodded with a few words as well to say that it was alright with her. A small sigh of relief fell from Louis' lips as he felt a weight lifted off of his shoulders. Literally. "Really? Thanks a bunch, loves. I'm going to take Liam and go get what stuff we have," He spoke lightly before tugging on the lad with the short buzz cut hairdo. The two of them walked back to the bus all while Liam went on about how Louis could have possibly saved their bums but that it was still quite a risky thing. He merely shrugged and nodded knowing well enough by now just how dangerous it could be. Though looking on the bright side of things they could also have a blast and actually enjoy themselves. It could really go either direction. Quickly he shuffled through the bus in the dark looking for things that might be of importance to them to take into the house. So far he had retrieved all five of there clothing suitcases and had gotten them placed beside the door. Besides that he also grabbed Niall's guitar case as well as the case he knew Zayn kept his hair products in. Liam had grabbed his laptop case which now only left himself and Harry's personal things. Louis didn't have too much to be honest - a little case with odds and ends in it. Chargers for his phone and iPod, stuff like that. A Nintendo DS as well was in there. Harry had a case for stuff like that too so he did make sure to grab that before tying their two matching pink and blue blankets around his neck. They had gotten them some time ago and were a bit worn out but still they kept them. With a nod to his friend they grabbed the things and shut the door to the tour bus before slowly making their way across the icy road - Louis nearly falling twice - Before finally reaching the door that was still open but vacant of people by then.

..... Upon seeing the sight of the house his jaw dropped a little slack - only for a moment though in slight surprise. There was a slim chance that this home belonged solely to someone so young - At least it was pretty guessable that she hadn't completely bought it herself. There was no way unless she was a genius and had invented something revolutionary or something of the sort. Perhaps they'd find out the reason for such a big house later though. They had time and it wasn't like it actually mattered. He was just curious. Louis made his way into the living room and neatly stacked what he was holding before untying the blankets from his neck and adding them to the pile. Not knowing where to put the things he figured that was the best location for the time being. As he looked around the brunette noticed that he barking had halted completely. The reason to this was as he found out was because the dogs were now outside on the other side of the sliding back door. Two of them. A fluffy little white Pomeranian and a rather large Saint Bernard. What an interesting pair the two were. It seemed the house was just abundant with animals. There was a turtle tank sitting under the window and from what he counted there were three cats padding around the living room busy pestering everyone for attention. That didn't even include what could be upstairs. Hopefully it was nothing crazy- Like peacocks or something. That'd jut be weird and a little frightening. "Again thank you. You saved us from freezing our bums off out there." He spoke with a little chuckle because in all honesty he knew it was true.

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female ▪ eighteen yearѕ ▪ single ▪ the "singer and humble socialite"

..... Cecilia found herself in a state of utter shock for the time being. Surely this was just some cruel joke someone was playing on her and they were just realistic looking wax figures or something - either that or it was a dream. One look from Shiloh though told her it wasn't and that the famous boy band was indeed standing on the porch. The brunette looked shocked as well though she didn't seem too thrilled it had been them on the other side of the door. To be honest the blonde couldn't believe it. Out of all the places their bus could have broken down it was in the little town she lived in - across the street from her house. What was ironic about the situation was she had basically just said it was Harry when she was upstairs but she had been completely joking around. Maybe she shouldn't joke around about stuff anymore - It could cause stuff to happen. She almost laughed at that thought - No they wouldn't - It was just a strange strange coincidence that she had said it. Her attention went to the boys as she scanned them over momentarily. It was then that Harry began to speak and she bit on the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling. He was quite the awkward one while explaining things. Cece couldn't help but peeking around them and sure enough there was the bus, smoke and steam coming from the engine. Obviously something was broken or something. It was only at the last part that she was yet again surprised out of her mind. They were requesting to stay? At her house? Okay. What the hell was going on? Where were the hidden cameras? Where was Ashton Kutcher popping out saying 'you just got Punk'ed!' because honestly that's what she thought it was. Though after a second of nothing happening she figured it was not the case.

..... Again her glance went to Shi as she bit down on her bottom lip in thought. It was her decision as well considering she was staying over as well and would have to put up with them. Knowing that the girl wasn't too fond of them worried her a little because she didn't want her friend to be out of place and annoyed the entire time. Yes- She'd give up spending an evening with the boy band she loved so much if it was going to discomfort her best friend. Hearing her say that it was her call though made her crack a small smile. That must mean that she was at least okay with it though she probably wasn't absolutely thrilled like the blonde was. She couldn't help the little laugh at the last part of what she said though she made no comment about it before turning back to the five boys. "Unfortunately no. This town has no cell service what-so-ever. Though you're free to stay until the storm blows over, just try not to break anything, I'll get killed," Cece spoke before opening the door fully. After giving Shiloh a sheepish 'thank you for doing this I love you so much' smile she headed down the hall towards the kitchen so to turn the rest of the lights on. The room came to life and after she was satisfied with it she returned to the living area so she could let the whining dogs outside to go to the bathroom. The first kennel she went to was her little white female Pomeranian, Paisley. She was a little ball of hyper energy and just a tad bit annoying at times. The other kennel was a bit of a pain because the lock tended to stick but eventually she got it open only to let the large Saint Bernard walk out and shake once. Tycoon was quite the lazy and mellow animal for a dog but there was always his drooling problem when he was hungry. The eighteen year old proceeded to walk over to the sliding glass door and open it only to watch the two dart outside into the darkness.

..... More calmly now Cecilia wandered back over to the group that was now inside her home. For a moment she contemplated where they could put their things that Louis and Liam had left to go get. The living room would probably work well enough until they figured out sleeping arrangements. There were the two guest bedrooms as well as the two couches in the living room. They had air mattresses in the garage somewhere as well if they were needed. At the last resort her parents' room would work too though she really didn't want people going in and out of there constantly. The girl's hazel eyes scanned the room as she noticed her three cats had followed them downstairs and were now pestering anyone and everyone for attention. A little smirk crossed her lips. They were such attention seekers. The dogs were too but they were outside at the moment. "Don't mind the cats, or the dogs, or any of the pets really, they just like the attention," She spoke before turning to her brunette friend. So- What were they to do? On the inside she was still bubbling with shock and excitement and it probably did show but she was trying her best at keeping it to a minimum. She supposed she could give them a tour or just let them explore- Though she did know she was getting a bit hungry. Shiloh too probably considering they hadn't eaten in awhile. Maybe suggesting food would be a good idea. Cece looked down to her feet to find Tank, the fattest of the three cats pawing at her pink bunny slippers. With a little sigh she scooped him up it her arms and began scratching him behind the ears. "I was thinking of making food soon, uhm, you guys can help yourself to whatever is in there," She commented before looking at Shiloh. Was there anything in there food wise she wanted left alone? Nutella? Chocolate syrup? The orange juice? Who knows. She'd probably announce it if it became a big deal.

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male ▪ eighteen years ▪ single ▪ the "cheeky & flirty" one

..... Harry flicked his gaze over his shoulder at Louis as he felt the other lad pat him on the back, giving him a teasing word of encouragment. He - rather childlishly - stuck hi tongue out at the elder boy, before turning his head back to the two gals waiting on the other side of the door. His eyes once again flicked between the two of them, the blonde and the brunette, different, but obviously the same. They both couldn't contain their utter shock that the band had showed up on their doorstep, although their surprise was obviously in two completely different scenarios. The girl in front was smiling unbelievably, and Harry wondered why she hadn't collapsed to her knees yet. She was most definitely a fan, and a passionate one at that. But not crazy. If she was an extreme directioner, he would have been able to tell. She probably would have tackled him already, anyway. Then there was the second. The one who so far hadn't spoken to them, and who was also stunned to see them - but not in a good way. Her look wasn't one of disgust, so she didn't hate them or anything, she just seemed a bit annoyed. As there was a pause when the girls didn't answer, he parted his jaws, considering backing out, or allowing Liam to try and explain things in a better context, like he always did. Harry wasn't bad at asking others things, or telling stories, he was just rather slow at doing it. Zayn teased him about it in interviews all the time. It didn't bug him much; it was just playful. He flicked his gaze down to his snow-coated white Converse, flicking them then, over to Louis' ever-present TOMS. He agreed with the feather-haired lad on them; they were greeat shoes, but made your feet smell.

..... Harry was jerked from his useless thoughts as one of the girls finally spoke, hopefully over their essential shock. "Unfortunately no. This town has no cell service what-so-ever. Though you're free to stay until the storm blows over, just try not to break anything, I'll get killed." Harry smiled to himself, glancing to the other girl as she agreed with a murmur of: "She's not kidding, you know. She'd be dead." At least they weren't afraid to talk. That was a plus. Maybe this stay would end up being a bit of fun. He honestly couldn't stand boring gals. People who couldn't keep a conversation going, or were afraid to show how they felt; voice their opinion. Now he gladly saw that wouldn't be a problem with these two. Although when tallking, he'd probably stick closer to the first girl. She seemed a bit more enthusiastic about their visit than the other one, with the violet-blue eyes fixed on them so incredulously. Well, no phone, she had said. That wasn't a problem if they had somewhere to stay. He shifted from foot to foot, his hands stuffed in the side-pockets of his gray trousers, his darker blazer tugged tightly around his long torso. He turned slightly to look at his bandmate as Louis said he'd head back to the bus, and furrowed his brows, wishing he'd been able to tag along. But two guys was plenty enough to grab their things, as they hadn't brought extremely too much. 'Yeah, great. Leave me here to do.. what, exactly?' He mumbled in the back of his mind, letting out a small awkward laugh - that sounded more like a 'he he' than a 'ha ha' - before the two girls took a step back so they could enter.

..... "Thanks, so much, loves." He said as he looked around the quite large, ranch-style house, his eyes darting to this and that, then back to the girls again. He lead Niall and Zayn in after the blonde girl, looking at the room they had entered, and clearing his throat, before slowly stooping to sit on the sofa, both of the boys to his left, Niall in the middle, a bit cramped, as usual. He looked around at all of the different intricate designs and decorations of the home, glancing back as he saw a couple of dogs scurry by. One being a small, fluffy critter, making him smile, and force himself from cooing. Then, afterwards, a rather gigantic dog followed afterwards, heading out into the bitter night air. He glanced at the girls, then back at his surroundings. "This is a lovely place- erm, I never caught your name." He said, his words directed at the girl who he guessed owned the home since she was doing everything while the brunette had entered the room they were in, and sat on the small loveseat opposite them. Harry noticed that she was making an obvious effort not to stare at them, and the thought made him smirk to himself. "Don't mind the cats, or the dogs, or any of the pets really, they just like the attention." Harry's gaze widened a bit, his smile only growing, until it had reached his all-too-familiar ear to ear grin. "You have cats? Oh, I love you; Paul won't allow them." He said with a small pout, seeing the creatures heading down the stairs that he guessed lead to the bedrooms, and began to waggle his fingers at them, stooping to trace his fingers over the carpet to draw them nearer. One of them seemed to have more interest on the gal across from them than him, but the other two dashed right over, letting out a low chorus of meows. He immediately decided that he would like this place, tracing his fingertips over the cat's fur, his eyes flicking between them.

..... Harry only jerked himself away from the two animals - not before lifting one into his lap - as the blonde girl spoke of food. He wasn't too hungry at the moment, although he knew he would be later. He'd let Niall scope out what they had, and maybe grab something small - he wasn't one to impose. Of course, the blonde had jumped up at the aspect of finally getting something to eat, and headed into the kitchen after her, deciding on just a plain candy-bar to satisfy him. Harry knew that his hunger was only ever satisfied for a few minutes before he went searching for something else. "Don't let him near the food on his own," Harry called to her as Niall headed back from the kitchen and flopped onto the couch, half of the chocolate bar already inside his jaws. His eyes lingered on the gal in the kitchen for a few minutes before he moved them to the cat now curled up contentedly in his lap, purring rather loud. "Awh, aren't you just a little sweetheart," he murmured to the animal, glancing up as Liam and Louis re-entered, laden with their luggage. He would normally have jumped back up to help them, but.. the cat looked so comfortable where it was. Disturbing it would be wrong. Horribly, morally wrong. As the other band member thanked the girls again, Harry nodded his light agreement, running a hand through his curls, scrunching up his nose at the snowy residue that was left coating his hand. He heard a snicker from the girl on the loveseat across from them as she saw this, but ignored it, just glancing at her with a teasing warning, before wiping the water off on his jeans.

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female ▪ nineteen yearѕ ▪ ѕingle ▪ the "dreamer & stubborn believer"

.....Shiloh, of course, wasn't at all surprised that her friend had agreed to let the boys stay, letting a faint - and hopefully not too obviously fake - smile light her features as she took a small step backward, allowing Cece's 'Mister Styles' and the other two behind him - wasn't it Zain, or something? - to pass through, tracking in a bit of snow, but not much. "She isn't kidding, you know. She'd be killed." She said, a bit teasingly as Cece warned the boys not to break anything. Her parents weren't overbearing, but they could, she'd admit, be a bit uptight. The complete opposite of her own dad. He had too much else on his mind to worry about his day-dreaming daughter, trying to make her way in the world. Sometimes, Shiloh wished she had a life like her friend, living in luxury, not having to worry about funds, or the future. But then again, she didn't. She wouldn't be her - stubborn and a bit untrusting - self if she had brought up in an easy life. She would probably be all cushy and weak. Bleh. Of course, not to say that Cece was like that - no, Shiloh's friend was one of the rare exceptions of the world. Rich, but still a good, strong person. That's why the two of them got on so well. Shiloh's eyes followed the other two - the more bearable ones of the band, in her opinion - as they headed back towards the bus, before closing the door behind them, watching Cece go. Her friend was probably working off a bit of the adrenaline as she hurriedly went to unlatch the kennels of her two dogs. Tycoon and Paisley. What a pair. That was one other thing that the two girls shared in common, was their love for animals. Although, Cece was obviously a bit more obvious with it. The only pets that Shiloh owned in her small apartement were a ginger tabby kitten named Rayze, and a small Boston Terrier named Mint. She wasn't as expressive, owning three cats, two dogs, a hedgehog, and a turtle like Cece. Although she didn't mind. Her favorite pet of her friends was one-third of the cat trio, the fatter of them, the one named Melody. He was a lazy cat, wanting nothing more than to lounge in someone's lap - usually Shiloh's, actually. While the other animals preferred their owner over her, Melody seemed to be drawn to her. And she loved it.

..... Shiloh watched the lads make themselves comfortable on the couch, staying where she was behind them in the doorway for a few more seconds. She didn't know what it was about them that she disliked so much, she just knew that there was something. Maybe how cocky they all seemed. Or how they all looked and acted a bit too perfect. She had no idea. She just didn't like them. Of course, she wouldn't be rude to them, she wasn't some obnoxious twat who would blow them off. No. She would be friendly to them just like Cece would - just maybe with a bit less enthusiasm. Although, if asked, she wouldn't mind telling them that she wasn't a fan. She wouldn't say she disliked their music - which, of course, would be a lie, other than What Makes You stinkin' Beautiful, which she couldn't stand - but she would, if asked, explain that she wasn't one of those girls who cried when they watched an interview, or stayed up until three in the morning to watch a twitcam. She would listen to most of their songs on the radio, and had actually downloaded one - one, mind you - from iTunes. Nobody Compares. It was edgier than the rest, so she preferred it. Attempting to clear her thoughts away, her eyes lifted as she heard Harry speak, to Cece of course, since she was still idly standing in the doorway, and then made her way into the room, plopping down comfortably on the loveseat across from them, trying her hardest not to stare. Not because she found them undeniably attractive as most girls did, but because she still couldn't bring herself to believe that they were actually here - sitting in Cece's living room. She just couldn't. Deciding against introducing herself - since she hadn't been asked, she just sat back and minded her own business, watching as the blonde one - Niall, wasn't it? - headed into the kitchen for food. She knew why Harry hadn't asked for her name, and was perfectly fine with it. She had come off as a bit hostile. He had obviously seen her disagreement with the situation when they answered the door, which she was masking perfectly now.

..... Her eyes lifted as the other two boys entered again, heavy with bags and things, that they looked unsure of where to sit, so ended up putting them near the edge of the living room. She moved over a bit, in case one - or both of them - wanted a place to sit, although being smushed in a loveseat with the two last members of the band wasn't exactly her cup of tea. But, at least at was the Tomlinson fellow, and not 'Mister Styles.' He was a bit too cheeky for her liking. But the one with the fringey quiff and bluish-green eyes was a bit more tolerable. He was sweet, with a sense of humor. Or, at least, that's how Cece had described him. Although, at the moment, he was walking in with two ratty but fluffy pink and blue blankets draped around his neck, and she couldn't help but stifle a small snicker at that image. "Attractive," She said lightly, her tone teasing, but in a sarcastic sort of way. That's how she would get through a night like this. Being nice, by being mean. She flicked her gaze down to the floor as the cats headed into the room, one, Tank, stopping to great everyone in the room, sniffing at their wet shoes, and brushing against their legs. Then, Sonnet, who seemed to take a peculiar interest in Harry, licking at his hand, and eventually ebing scooped into his lap. Then came Shiloh's own little darling, whom she greeted with a quiet coo, the cat not needing to ask for permission before bounding up into her lap. As the last two boys unloaded their things, letting them fall to the pile, Shiloh raised her eyebrows at them, speaking to them instead of the three on the couch. "So, why were you lads in a town like this during a snowstorm, anyway? It's a bit out of your way, dontcha think?" She disliked how her Aussie accent contrasted so differently with the English ones that the band used, but shook it away, waiting on some answer, and to see if the other two planned on taking a seat or not. She glanced at Cece, who had been looking at her through the small gap from the kitchen to the living area, and gave the blonde gal a small shrug, as if to say 'what? I'm being sort of nice.'

[prismatic]

ooc: actually tank is the fat brown cat. melody is the black one. sonnet is the black one. sorry for the confusion drifty. cx
also sorry cece's post isn't longer- it's 3 am. :x
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male ▪ twenty-one years ▪ single ▪ the "flamboyant and sassy" one

..... Louis looked up as someone began speaking - one of the girls - and he noted it to be the brunette directing her comment at him. He chuckled softly as he glanced down at the two worn out and slightly muddy blue ad pink matching blankets. To say the least he and Harry one time tied them around their necks and ran around which of course dirtied them with - well - dirt of course. Still he loved his blanket none the less and kept it with him while they toured as well as back at the flat in London. "Thanks, I try my best to please," He spoke sarcastically with a little smirk before pushing the cases back against the wall. They'd be good enough there in his opinion. Then again he had already sprouted one good idea it was unlikely he'd come across another for a bit. It was possible though it probably wouldn't happen. "I noticed the sarcasm, glad to know I'm not the only one who uses it," This was no doubt an actually true and honest statement made by the Doncaster lad. With the boys Zayn and Liam would get fussy over his sarcasm, Niall wouldn't comprehend it, and Harry - well - He just went about acknowledging it but not caring for it much. This girl seemed like she used it about as much as he did though with how good she was at it. It was a good way to get through rough patches in the day he had to admit. "Definitely something to keep in mind," The brunette poke with a little shrug. Obviously he needed to make note of the fact she used sarcasm so that he wasn't taking her literally at all times like most people probably would having not known that she was - or appeared to be - a sarcastic person. There were still people in the world who didn't know he was sarcastic - fans even - and took him literally for everything. Like when he had said he liked girls who ate carrots. In reality he was just trying to be cheeky during the video diaries while on x-factor. In all actuality he didn't really have a strong liking to the orange vegetable. It was good, sure, but it was just like any other vegetable- Not his first choice if he could have something else such as sweets or the like.

..... For a moment the twenty-one year old paused and watched the brunette scoot over on the one of two love seats the room had besides the couch. Should he sit by her? He didn't want to intrude - or annoy her for that matter as well considering she already didn't seem to be too pleased they were there interrupting whatever it is they were doing before. Eventually his need to sit down beat out his will to steer clear from upsetting the girl. She wasn't so bad - He kind of understood where she was coming from. If some random band showed up at his doorstep at this time of night he probably would have been a bit fussy too. Though she was doing a decent job masking it- Besides being a little hostile at the beginning. That wouldn't stop him from trying to make friends - perhaps an accomplice to his pranking - throughout the time they were there. Slowly he adjusted himself to become comfortable in the love seat but so not to invade her personal bubble. If it had been Harry for instance he probably would have just full on laid on the lad. Speaking of Harry his diamond blue eyes darted to the boy. He had a black cat curled up on his lap purring much too loudly. Louis was going to make a comment on it but his attention seemed to be elsewhere for the moment. Yeah - he was holding a lingering gaze on the blonde - whether he knew it or not but as quick as it had started it came to an end just as fast when his attention drew back to cooing at the cat. At the moment Louis was really fighting the urge to pull out his phone and find the best thing to take a photo of. At the moment it was between Harry and the black cat, Niall with a chocolate bar half crammed in his mouth, or the giant fluff of a cat in the lap of the girl next to him. His thoughts were interrupted as there was an added presence next to him and he looked up to notice Liam perched from the arm of the furniture. The Doncaster boy bit down on his bottom lip to keep from laughing. His friend practically looked like a bird stalking it's prey from the way he was sitting at the moment. Maybe that's what he should take a picture of.

..... Upon hearing the girl next to him ask a question he glanced around to the other lads to see if any one of them were going to speak. Obviously not Niall as he was too focused on his candy and Harry was probably out too due to the fact he'd already explained something today. Once was enough for that boy on a day to day basis. However Liam seemed to have the need to explain everything which was why he was the most talkative and on topic one during their interviews and radio showings. Though as it appeared the perched boy wasn't making much of an effort to speak either - instead they had an intense stare down that lasted all of about fifteen seconds until Louis blinked and sighed a little. Getting into a more comfortable story telling position he addressed the group - the two girls mostly as they didn't know the information he was about to say. "It's a somewhat long story. You see- Our bus is total rubbish. Nothing works right on it. Still we haven't gotten a new one though. We were suppose to be on our way to a venue but due to the weather it slowed us down. Then there was a flat tire that stopped us for awhile. After that we made a stop at a service station to get some snacks and such.. Uhm.. I think it's possible we could have taken a wrong turn because well- We should have arrived a long time prior to the engine breaking. At least I think that's what happened to it," The brunette concluded with a little huff of air. It was true though - he had no idea what happened to the bus other then it was rubbish before the trip. He was no mechanic- He was a singer and performer. In fact he wasn't too sure anyone in the band was all that familiar with the works of cars and such. Sure Harry had several - expensive - vehicles but that didn't necessarily mean that he knew them like the back of his hand. Then again he could- He wasn't sure.

..... With a shrug Louis directed his attention elsewhere which just so happened to be the massive beast running inside through the sliding glass door the blonde - Cecilia as she had somewhat announced - was holding open. He found his blue eyes following the large dog's every move. First he went to Niall, of course, picking up on the fact that the Irish blonde had food with him. After the boy shooed him away the brunette went about leaning forward in his seat and snapping his fingers a couple times. Upon command as it seemed the dog padded over to him only to plop his large square shaped head in the singer's lap. "Well isn't that somethin'.." He trailed off mid sentence as he reached down and tugged on the little ID the animal had on his collar. What an interesting name for a dog of all things. Though he admired that it was creative and uncommon just as all the other animals probably were. "Tycoon." Louis spoke while nodding more to himself then to anyone else before scratching the dog's head and glancing around. Liam had left his spot where he had been sitting on the arm and was now over at the tank admiring the shelled creature inside of it. Of course he'd be the one to go stare at the turtle. For some reason his friend had a weird adoration for the wet creatures that he could never comprehend. Perhaps it was because he had some of his own when he was of a younger age, maybe he just liked them, who knows. The next thing he found himself looking at was whatever the hell Cece was holding in her hands. To be honest he hadn't seen one of them in person. Though he did know what it was - a hedgehog. Not to be mistaken with a porcupine as so many had done so before. He was guilty of that as well but he quickly learned the difference - One was painful and rather viscous while the other was more smooth and comforting to be around. So far his opinion was that the dog whom had it's head still in his lap was his favorite, mostly because he had taken a liking to him over the other boys as it seemed.

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female ▪ eighteen yearѕ ▪ single ▪ the "singer and humble socialite"

..... Cecilia looked from her spot where she was standing in the kitchen doorway as Harry spoke. The way he spoke - how it sounded - It was different then when he sang. Of course she knew that as everyones, including her own, was slightly differed from the speaking voice, but it just seemed his had a heightened difference. His accent was actually noticeable just as the others were as well. Even Shiloh had one of her own though it was Australian. the blonde on the other hand didn't have much of one - at least not to her - because she was currently living in the country and speaking the tongue she had learned growing up most of her life. Sure she had been born in France and learned that language but it was shortly after that that her family had moved to the United States. It was then that she pulled out of her thoughts to notice he was speaking to her. "It's Cecilia but you can call me Cece. Whatever works- That's what Shiloh calls me," She spoke with a smirk before glancing at her friend. It appeared Louis had made himself comfortable on the love seat next to her and she had to bit down on her lip to keep from chuckling at the sight. "And thank you, you have no idea how long it took to make it look decent." The eighteen year old spoke truthfully about this one. She had spent countless hours and many nights up trying to figure out what would look best where and what needed to be added or removed. For the most part the house was simple. The living room was painted in a dark red color with brown and black furniture to accent it. The kitchen on the other hand was a light green and was decked out in stainless steel appliances that were only often used whenever herself and Shiloh decided upon having a cooking fest. The bathrooms were all the same - dark blue themed with under water sea creatures. The bedrooms were all a bit different in their own way. Her parents' room was a bit strange - fluffy orange clashing with a dark maroon. Her mother had interesting taste to say the least. Cece's own room was lilac in color - something common among girls' bedrooms. Lastly their guest rooms had a simple monochrome scheme to them because her father had protested when her mom had supplied the idea of bright pastels for the two spare rooms. For that she was thankful - bright was nice but not when there was too much of it.

..... Silently her hazel eyes drifted to watch the remainder of the cats parade down the stairs and into the living area. Of course Tank took off running right to Shiloh as he had a strong liking towards the girl. Probably because she spoiled him with loads of attention more then anything and that's what he craved so much. The blonde flushed slightly as she laughed a little at the comment. "Good to know that you love me, and don't try to catnap one of them," She teasingly warned as her eyes flickered to the cheeky boy with the mop of curls for a moment. She couldn't help but stick her tongue out - it's not like it was her fault Paul didn't allow pets with them on the bus. It was then brought to her attention that Sonnet, the black cat, has since then nuzzled up and gotten cozy in the singer's lap. Even from where she was standing she could hear the purring. That's the thing with her cats- They were loud. Too loud as it seemed from time to time. Mostly that was just when she was trying to sleep or get some peace and quiet though. It was a bit of a surprise that the cat had gotten fond of a stranger so quickly but then again not really as she'd seek out anyone if she wanted attention bad enough. "Seems as if she's taken a liking to you," She told Harry before eyeing the Irish blonde who was happily scarfing down the chocolate sweet in his hands. Boy he wasn't kidding when he said not to let him near food on his own. She knew that though and she didn't really mind. Her home was always too stocked full of food for her own good. It's like her parents wanted her to eat it all. Of course Cece didn't though - Half of it was less than appetizing anyways as they were random ingredients for meals she couldn't pronounce let alone be able to read the languages the directions were printed in. The sound of barking snapped her from her thoughts long enough to grasp her attention and cause her to go to the door and let the two canines inside. Immediately Tycoon wet about searching for food before setting his head in Louis' lap. Paisley on the other hand stayed close to the blonde's feet as she made her way to the small cage in the living room only to pull Sonic out and cup him in her hands. Calmly the girl made her way to the second love seat - the empty one - and sat down. Seconds later the white colored fluff of a dog hopped up and joined her- Resting comfortably on her lap. Cradled in the palm of one hand was her hedgehog Sonic her mother had purchased about a month ago. He was a nice fella- Relatively quiet compared to all the other animals.

..... A small amount of chatter commenced around the room though it was brought to a halt as Louis began telling about how they ended up in the small town of all places. To be honest it did sound rather believable story in her mind but then again what did she know? Not much on the subject - at least when it came to tour buses anyways. For a moment it was silent until Zayn spoke up and asked what there was to do around the place. A small smirk played on Cece's lips. As far as the town went it was close to nothing but the home on the other side of things had quite an amount of things to keep one busy. "Uhm.. Well- There's the TV. We have movies.. Uh- Video games, y'know, the Wii and all that good stuff. There's wifi and a couple computers, books, board games, really you name it and I wouldn't be surprised if it's here.. This place is the heart of all my family get togethers," She stated with a little shrug. It was another true statement though. Whenever an important holiday rolled around it seemed all the family piled into the house to celebrate. Mostly because of the size of the house as it could hold everyone without becoming horridly uncomfortable. That was the reason why there were so many gaming systems and such around - She had a collection of three younger male cousins that did nothing but that when they came over. A bit obsessive to say the least. Cece much preferred listening to music or playing Just Dance with Shi over shooting games any day. Of course she was decent at the game, though nowhere near as good as her brunette best friend. She was crazily talented at dancing. Perhaps that was why they got on so well.

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ooc ;; ah, gotcha. my bad. I'm getting off for a while, but I'll edit this when I get back on. c:
edit ; I have Harry's up now, working on Shiloh's. c:
last edit ; I'm now done. I guess. Shiloh's is rubbish, but oh well. xD

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male ▪ eighteen years ▪ single ▪ the "cheeky & flirty" one

..... Cecelia and Shiloh. Interesting. Harry thought to himself, clicking his tongue lightly against the back of his teeth as his eyes watched the girl move about in the kitchen as she answered. He flicked his gaze to the brunette gal - Shiloh, apparently - with the fatter cat curled up in her lap, then back to Cece. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you both." He said with a simple nod of his head, his curls bouncing over his eyes at the quick motion. It really was nice to actually get introduced to a couple of fans - or, at least one, in this case - somewhere other than the rushed desks of a signing, or as he headed along the street, being begged for photos or autographs. Here he was, in the girl's home, and although he could tell she was a bit excited about the fact they were there, she wasn't screaming, or sitting on his lap, or anything. No, the little cat was doing a perfectly good job of that. He ran his fingers through the creature's fur, focusing on it for a short moment instead of the room and the people around him. Which of course, didn't last long as his eyes lifted to watch Louis - a bit hesitantly - make his way over to the loveseat and plop down beside Shiloh, not sitting as far away as Harry would've, but still giving her a bit of space. As the blonde girl, Cece, spoke again, about making her house looks decent, Harry looked at his surroundings. The couch and two loveseats all facing the center of the room, the tv not too far away, the kitchen next to it - which looked quite large from what he could see - and then whatever else was in the other rooms. It was really large for just one girl, or even two people, if they were roomates or something. But it was a lovely home, he would definitely give her that. A small pang tugged at the pit of his stomach, missing his own mum's bungalow back in his own hometown. He loved his life now, with the lads, traveling, and doing what he loved; but there was always that aftertaste of homesickness that would follow you around. He did miss his mum, he would admit that. Shaking his head slightly, he pulled himself from his thoughts, looking back at Cecelia. "Well it's lovely," he concluded lightly, with a small nod, as if agreeing with himself.

..... "Good to know that you love me, and don't try to catnap one of them." Harry grinned cheekily at the girl's words, not really having meant for her to take notice of his teasing "I love you's." He looked back to the cat in his lip, giving it a good long scratch behind it's ears on the back of it's neck, smirking as it began to knead its paws into the leg of his trousers. "No promises," He said with a chuckle, hearing a slight 'crunch' from beside him. And, just like that, the candy bar was demolished. The singer's gaze momentarily flicked to Louis, who was now in between Shiloh and Liam, and who couldn't seem to decide what to stare it. Harry's own gaze drifted around the room, seeing Liam perched on the arm of the loveseat, as he was too considerate to squish Louis and Shiloh any closer together, Niall wiping the remainder of his candy-bar from his lips and chin, the brunette across from him, her lap consumed in the fluff of the cat on her lap, and then himself, with his own little critter keeping him company. His eyes flew back to Cece as she made a comment about the cat, and he nodded, running his hand along the sleek black fur that the cat held. "So she has." He murmured an agreement, making a small kissy noise, causing the cat to actually meow and peer over her shoulder to look at him before burying her nose back into her tail, and going back to her loud purring. He smirked at the response, leaning back a bit on the sofar, beginning to feel a bit more relaxed with the situation. Two nice - or relatively nice, in the brunette's case - girls, a house full of cats, and the lads. Spending a few hours here wouldn't be so bad, after all. Better than freezing their bums off on the bus.

..... Harry's eyes followed the gal he had just been speaking to as she headed from the kitchen, over to the second loveseat - where he would have expected Louis to sit - and sat down, all by her lonesome. Harry would have gratefully went and sat by her if it weren't for two things. One, of course, the cat was still curled comfortably on the crotch of his jeans, preventing his legs from moving without disturbing the peaceful, purring creature. And two, it would be a bit awkward. Maybe she didn't want them to sit with her. Or, it would look stupid if he went out of his way to sit next to her - he'd come off as pushily friendly, which would make him look obnoxious. So, he decided just to lean back in the sofa he was already situated in, glancing around the room. As Louis began to speak of how they had ended up here, he stayed silent throughout the story, nodding here and there at a few of his friend's statements, showing that he agreed with them. He ran a hand through his curls - his free hand, of course, as the other was occupied by the fluff of the cat in his lap - and watched as Louis finished his little tale, which seemed to satisfy the girl beside him, for the moment, and glanced down as the two dogs, their tiny paws wet with snow, traipsed back in, the smaller one dashing towards its owner, the larger one waltzing over to Louis as the band member snapped to gain it's attention. He grinned as the dog layed it's head in Louis' lap, and he began to pet it gently. That was one major difference the two boys shared - he most definitely preferred cats, whereas Louis liked dogs a bit more. It didn't bother him; I mean, they had several differences, why should it?

..... Harry flicked his gaze back to the girl on the second loveseat as Zayn - rather rudely, in his opinion - asked what there was to do for entertainement around the house. Personally, he wasn't too picky, so he was content doing whatever the other lads wanted. The brunette gal on the couch seemed to agree with the concept of the dancing video game, which he wouldn't mind playing at all; and then there was a long list of others to choose from. "I'm not too picky; I'm fine doing whatever." He said with a small shrug, watching as Zayn ran his fingers through his blonde-striped quiff. "Anything sound good to you, Lou?" He asked, then cheekily smirked to himself, letting out a small laugh, which again, was more of a 'he he' than a 'ha ha.' "Heh, I made a rhyme." He mumbled, his lips spread form ear to ear, as he looked at his friend, wondering what he preferred out of the things on the list.

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female ▪ nineteen yearѕ ▪ ѕingle ▪ the "dreamer & stubborn believer"

.....Shiloh's eyebrows couldn't help shoot up when Louis responded so quickly - and cleverly, at that - to her use of sarcasm, a small smile actually creeping it's way onto her lips. And not a fake one for show, either, it was a genuine smile. She simply nodded as he said he'd take note of her use of sarcasm, a bit taken back that the member of a boyband would be as familiar with it as she was, and able to use it, to. There were some people who didn't understand it, and didn't use it at all. Then there were people like her - and Mister Tomlinson, apparently - who knew both what it was, and how to use it extremely well. But, of course, there were the people in the middle - her Cecelia Harper being a perfect example. Cece understood Shiloh's sarcasm extremely well, she just chose not to use it much herself, which of course, Shiloh didn't mind. Her friend was, in all, a bit more of an uplifting person than a sarcastic joker, anyhow. She watched as the blue-eyed boy layed the blankets down that had been around his neck, wanting so bad to ask him whether the pink one for a gal, or the blue one for a bloke was his own. But, that would seem a bit too harshly sarcastic for this early in the evening, she she bit her lip, and kept her jaws shut, refraining from sounding to tart or sassy.

..... Shiloh's gaze shifted to her friend momentarily, as she conversed a bit with Harry, making a comment about his previous I love yous, and the cat that was cuddled into his lap. When the blonde glanced in her direction, Shiloh couldn't help herself but to smirk suggestively, and waggle her eyebrows, although she made sure none of the others were looking at her as she did so. Knowing Cece would most like roll her eyes or shake her head, the brunette didn't wait on a reponse, but moved her gaze back to Louis as the boy took it upon himself to take her up on her unspoken offer, and sit beside her. Which, quite frankly, she didn't mind too much. Niall's munching would have probably annoyed her a bit, although it was - she would admit - a little adorable, Zayn was fiddling with his hair practically the entire time, which would have gotten on her nerves. Harry was a nice guy, at least from what she had seen, although he was a bit too cheeky for her liking. She liked humor in someone much more than she liked flirting. And then there was Liam, who had hardly spoken a word so far. So, quite honestly, she didn't mind Louis coming to sit by her - he was most definitely her favorite of the group by what little she had been told, and seen so far during their few minutes of being in each other's presence. She had to clamp her teeth down on her lip to keep from snickering, though, at how awkwardly he sat beside her. Apparently he and Harry were the only two had picked up on her slightly-hostile attitude earlier, so he was a bit slow at adjusting himself on the loveseat next to her, and it was amusing to watch as he tried to make himself comfortable, without invading her personal space. "I won't bite, y'know, you don't have to sit so stiff," she said after a moment, just to put the lad's uncomfortable shifting to rest. Of course, that didn't mean he could prop his feet on her or anything, but she wouldn't mind if he sat beside her instead of at the edge of the couch.

..... Her gaze stayed on Louis after asking the oceanic-eyed lad how they had gotten here, watching him look around the room for a while, his gaze bouncing hopelessly over the three lads on the couch, and finally fixing itself on the last lad, who had taken a seat on the arm of the loveseat, looking rather uncomfortable - more than Louis had a moment ago as he had tried to situate himself. She watched as the two of them seemed to have quite a staredown, as if debating which one of them had to explain how they had arrived here. But, it came out that Louis answered her, and she looked at him fully as he spoke - not at all one to be bashful around someone, especially one from a boyband she didn't fancy - and nodded at the end of his words. "Well lucky you ended up here then, yeah?" She said as her simple response, fiddling with the end of a strand of her hair, before removing her gaze from him, and switching it to Zayn as he asked what there was to do. She noticed that Harry looked at him sternly for asking such a question, although it hadn't seemed to bother her, or Cecelia as much as it had him. She parted her jaws to answer, but her friend beat her to it, and she listened as the other gal listed off what activites the house held for them. Of course, she perked up at the thought of playing Just Dance on the Wii, but didn't put her own opinion forth; they were the guests, they could choose. Niall didn't seem to be listening, was just fiddling with his phone, which was quite useless without signal, and Zayn was no straightening out his shirt as he nodded in thought to all of the options. Liam didn't care either way, with a shrug of his shoulders, and Harry had already turned a question over to Louis. "Can't get a break, can you?" She mumbled with a faint smile, more to herself that to the singer on her right, although she was quite sure he'd heard. Well, at least she was coming off as somewhat friendly.