[ caught in a blizzard ] [ drifty and ottery ]

[prismatic]

ooc: this is all a wip. i just felt the need to post this before going to work on it. cx
lou is done. sorry i'm taking so long and that it's short. :x
okay. it's done. i am so embarrassed. i'm tired. sorry for the rubbish post.
i added some to lou's post so you may want to reread it. c:

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

..... Louis continued to lightly pet Tycoon's head only to have the dog attempt at hoping up onto his lap. With a little chuckle he eased the dog back down so that they were the way they were before. However the dog instead began licking his hand once or twice before leaving to go lay under the window in a large dog bed that was guessed to belong to him. "He must be some overgrown lap dog," He said with a slight snicker as his eyes watched after the St Bernard for a few short moments. It appeared as if he was going to doze of for a nap but with as much noise as they were probably going to make playing games he doubted the dog would accomplish that. Then again it could be a heavy sleeper and have no problem sleeping into the dreaming state of mind. What snapped his attention away from the large creature was the brunette girl, Shiloh, speaking to him. His cheeks flushed slightly at the comment. Had he really been sitting stiffly? It had escaped his notice if he had. Well that was just embarrassing to hear. "Can't be too sure," The Doncaster lad spoke with a slight smirk. What he meant by that comment was that with new people anything was to be expected - At least for him it was. Having met all types of people in his short lifetime so far he was well aware of what people could be like. Friendly or not. A breath left his thin pink lips he didn't know he had been holding as he relaxed a bit into the couch - Scooting over a little bit so he wasn't right up against the arm of the couch. Still he made sure he was supplying her with enough room that it wouldn't make her uncomfortable. With the lads he'd carelessly lay across them and invade their personal space but of course, she wasn't one of the lads. Obviously. Silently he watched the girls exchange looks - though he doubted they noticed that he had saw it. He had a way of catching things at times when they were suppose to go unseen. A gift as well as a curse as he'd like to think of it. So what was the suggestive look for? His diamond blue eyes darted to the blonde then to Harry who had been chatting up a bit with her previously. Without knowing his lips curved into an 'o' form for a split second in realization. Shiloh was teasing her friend - about Harry - which he found to be a little bit funny. Of course Cece seemed to be trying her best to just brush it off and ignore her friend's looks. Quickly he bit down on his lip to hold a snicker back that otherwise probably would have came out and given himself away to having noticed it. Perhaps he would take it upon himself to plot up some evil plan with the brunette girl to just tease the pants off the two. However he wasn't too sure about it. After all - they both knew where he'd be sleeping.

..... "Quite lucky honestly. Nice people, warm house, cats for Harry's amusement, yeah, it's nice. Better then a cold, dark bus."Louis spoke with a little laugh before smirking in the curly headed boy's direction. He knew that Harry had a fond adoration for cats and animals in general if that. They all did somewhat. He however was a bit more of a dog person rather then cats which is why he acted so quickly at trying to snag Tycoon's attention. He nodded his head thoughtfully as Cece went about listing what they had to do around the house entertainment wise. One thing that particularly caught his attention was the Wii because where there was a Wii there simply must be Just Dance. Especially if the console belonged to a girl which it clearly appeared to of judging by the fact the two were the only ones in the home. A slight scoff sounded from his lips at the fact that Harry had put the decision on him rather then just picking something. Well then. He had to admit though that the fact Harry thought he was so clever for rhyming was a bit hysterical to be honest. "Yes. It's put everything on Louis day. Apparently." The brunette commented before running a hand gently through his mess of windswept hair. Wait- Wasn't he wearing a snow hat? Where'd it go? The lad turned slightly in his seat to find it had fallen off backwards and was now resting on the back of the couch. Oh well. No point in putting it back on if he'd be dancing. "The Wii sounds fun, I'm up for some dancing," He spoke mischievously before rubbing his hands together in a rather devious manner. He wasn't one to brag but he thought of himself as a fairly good dancer. Sure he wasn't up to date on all the coolest moves but what he did know he did quite well. At least better then Harry who was pretty horrid at dancing. Not that he'd tell his friend that bluntly - Though he probably already knew it well enough. Were Shiloh and Cece good dancers? Would they give him a run for his money? Hypothetically thinking of course but he was always up for a challenge if that were the case and they were good at dancing.

..... "I'll pass, I can't dance. Uhm.. Mind if I go shower and watch some telly?" Louis heard as Zayn was the first one to opt out of playing the fun game. Eh- That was somewhat expected. Not really one to dance around new people - such a shame really. Quietly he watched as the blonde girl nodded and told him and just everyone in general where the bathrooms and guest rooms were located. "Right. Thank you, and thanks for letting us stay." The Bradford boy spoke before making his way over to grab his suitcase and head upstairs where the rooms and bathrooms were located. There was one downstairs as she said but it didn't have a shower or bathtub. "Mind if we go play the xbox? I'll make sure Niall here doesn't get into the food," Liam spoke up next with a small chuckle. Again Cece nodded and said that was plenty fine by her. Louis on the other side of things made a small huff and folded his arms. "Fine then. More fun for us," He stated as he watched Niall stand up from the couch across from him - making the black cat in Harry's lap jump up and run upstairs in the process. Uh oh. He probably wouldn't be too happy about that. Niall probably picked up on that because he shot his friend a sheepish smile before high tailing over to the stairs. Liam mimicked his actions but not before saying a quick thank you again to the girls. For a second the twenty-one year old watched the stairs half expecting someone to run back down them for some reason but after no such thing happened he looked back to the group. "And then there were four," A light snicker rolled from his lips as he couldn't help himself from doing so. After waiting a moment he got up from his spot on the love seat and wandered over to the large television hanging from the wall. His eyebrows furrowed on how to turn it on. Slowly he reached his hand out and pressed what looked to be a power sign. Bob's your uncle! It just about sprung to life. Touch screen - how lovely. This was the point in time where the brunette went about finding the game and popping it into the console before grabbing two Wii remotes. Within a few steps he was back to the love seat and handing Shiloh one of them - hoping she wouldn't mind being the first to play with an expect such as himself. Right.

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

..... Cecilia nodded her head gently as she let her blue-hazel eyes flicker from Sonic who she had cupped in one hand to Harry. A small smile sprouted on her lips out of sheer habit. It was still quite odd and a shock that they were at her home of all places. "Thank you, I think. Yeah. Pleasure to meet you all too, obviously," She spoke with a little smirk hinting in her voice at the last part. It was probably no doubt that between the two girls she was the one that was most obviously a fan. Shi had probably - no she had - given off the vibe straight from the start that she wasn't one herself. Of course she admired that about her friend. She wouldn't sweeten things up for anyone - instead she was more forward and spoke it how it was most of the time. A nice quality to have in her opinion. However it wasn't one she possessed. Cece didn't like being blunt because at times it came off as rude and she didn't want to seem like that type of person. Someone who was mean. That was basically the polar opposite of who she was. The blonde was fairly bubbly, humble, and kindhearted. Perhaps too much so for her own good at times. This gave people reason to walk all over her in the past and she'd just let them. Lately though - within the last couple years - her view on it totally changed. Her control on it changed and she no longer let people treat her poorly any longer. If they were going to do that they were about as good as dead to her anyways. In her mind she had no time for people who faked friendships or relationships just to get something. Like her parents' money- That was a common one. Though it was different with Shiloh though because she knew she wouldn't do that. They'd been best friends for what seemed like forever- Through the thick and the thin. As he spoke about the house being lovely it brought her attention from her thoughts for the time being. "Thanks. Again. Ah- It somewhat had to be perfect. Picky parents," Cecilia spoke truthfully before scrunching her nose up at the thought. Her parents were a bit uptight - if they were here they'd probably end up lecturing the boys about showing up so late and then would set a ton of ground rules for them while they stayed - even if they were famous. "Not that they're ever around to see it," The girl spoke before shaking her head slightly. In her mind it was almost as if she had a backwards homesick feeling. Instead of longing to be at home where her family was she was longing to leave and go with them because even if they'd be a bit busy traveling some time would be better than barely any.

..... With an almost silent sigh Cecilia ran a hand through her straight blonde hair lazily. She knew she should probably stop doing such a thing as it was causing her hair to be more wavy then straight but she couldn't out of habit. It was just like when some people flipped their hair or messed with their hands. A habit. Her blue-hazel eyes drifted over to Shiloh just in time to catch her suggestive eyebrow wiggles. A smirk cracked across her lips and she both rolled her eyes and shook her head as if to say yeah right. that'll happen. A soft chuckle surpassed her lips at her sarcastic thought - normally she wasn't one to be sarcastic but at the moment it was funny to her. Not that anyone else could have heard her because it had been a thought rather than some witty comeback she'd actually said. Once more her eyes went to the sleek black cat resting on the singer's lap. Sonnet was known to fall asleep wherever - many times she'd found the cat asleep in the bathroom sink. What a sight that had been. "I swear if you take my cat.." The eighteen year old warned while wagging her finger slightly. Of course she was kidding but so was he - probably. It's not like he'd steal a cat of all things? If he really wanted one and was able to keep it he'd probably buy one. It was a surprise he hadn't done so yet and just kept it at his mum's house for the time being. Looking back to the own to animals she had next to her she couldn't help but smirk. Paisley had been eagerly sniffing and pawing at Sonic as if he was some new chew toy she wanted to play with. Of course Cece knew the little Pomeranian wouldn't actually do anything but still if something happened to the little creature her mother would practically have her head. It was that important. The odd thing about it though if it was so important one would think she'd take it with her instead of leaving it with her eighteen year old daughter. That was just her logic though.

..... The blonde couldn't help but laugh at Louis' comment regarding how everything had been put on him that day. Perhaps it was the truth - it's not like she knew. When he mentioned wanting to play the Wii so he could dance it wasn't really a surprise someone had opted out. Three people actually - as well as Sonnet who had darted off Harry's lap and up the stairs from Zayn and Niall's movements on the couch. "I'll pass, I can't dance. Uhm.. Mind if I go shower and watch some telly?" Zayn questioned in a calm and collected manner. "Sure, go ahead. The first two doors on the left upstairs are guest bedrooms. The third on that side is the bathroom. There's a bathroom downstairs but it doesn't have a shower," She spoke with a quick nod towards the stairs. "Right. Thank you, and thanks for letting us stay." Zayn spoke out one last time before grabbing his things and heading up the stairs. Next it was both Niall and Liam who got to their feet but for once it was the brunette with the buzz cut who spoke first. "Mind if we go play the xbox? I'll make sure Niall here doesn't get into the food," He asked in the same polite tone his friend had used a moment ago. "Fine by me," And with that the two were off upstairs as well. Suddenly the living room appeared to be bigger though that was probably just because it lacked a decent amount of people now. A small scoff came from her lips as Louis mentioned it was just them four. "Three actually, uhm, I'm a horrid dancer," she admitted sheepishly before glancing to Shiloh when her gaze narrowed a little bit. No- She wouldn't make her play- Would she? Probably. "But to save Shi the hassle of forcing me, I'll do it, just, try not to die of laughter, I'm a lot better with a microphone," Cece mumbled a little with a slight shrug before pretending to sing into a microphone like he had done so many times before with spoons and brushes. Most people probably would've found that weird and not normal but then again she wasn't really a normal person. Normal was boring.

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ooc ;; I'll edit this in after I get back from the movies. xD sorry for being sah slow.
done with Shiloh's now. will get to Harry's soon. c:

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

..... Harry had recieved a sort of strange vibe from the girl sitting on her own on the loveseat when she spoke of her parents, and parted his jaws to inquire of them, then closed his lips, thinking better of it. It wasn't his place to ask about her personal life. And not in front of everyone else. So he just gave Cece a small, half-hearted shrug and nod, although he knew that would be bugging him for the remainder of the night. He wondered if she didn't get to see her parents much, or..? Well, if that was the issue, then he could most definitely relate. He hardly ever got to see his mum anymore, since the band was formed, except through skype, or on holiday. He was working for pretty much the rest of his time. Clearing his head as Cece spoke again, he smirked to himself, flashing her a mockingly innocent grin, lifting his eyebrows. Of course, he wouldn't truly steal the girl's cat, although the creature was just too adorable for words. He would love to have a pet of his own on tour, although he knew that it would be a bad idea, as they wouldn't be around much to care for it. So, maybe Paul's rule was there for a reason. Looking down at the black ball of fluff in his lap, he scratched it affectionately, listening as its purrs intensified. How cute.

..... Harry's gaze flicked to the raven-haired boy beside him as he said he wanted to go take a shower, and flicked his gaze to Shiloh, just to see her reaction. Of course, he saw what he had expected; a look of contempt. She looked to be pleasantly surprised with Louis' personality, although for Zayn, he had just proved himself to be what the press said. Self-absorbed. Which, he was. A bit. He wasn't obsessed with himself or anything, and wasn't braggy, he just cared a bit more about his appearance than the rest. Niall didn't care much at all, as long as he looked decent, Liam wanted to dress nice, and Harry and Louis both fiddled with their hair until they were happy with it. But Zayn had to look his best from head to toe, every hour of every day. Especially his hair. He could tell that this was what the brunette girl had been expecting, but washed those thoughts away as Liam and Niall spoke of heading to the television to play some games. Well. That was quick. As the two boys beside him left, along with his cat, he frowned after the creature, only for his small pout to transform into a small grin. At least now it wouldn't seem awkward to move. He slowly stood to his feet and waltzed across the room, flopping down rather ungracefully beside Cece. Shiloh had watched him do so, he knew, but he didn't care, just blowing it off as nothing. He didn't do as Louis had, and sat a bit closer to Cece, although not too close. Just so their arms brushed a bit. Besides, they would be standing up to dance pretty soon.

..... Harry's eyebrows rose as the blonde gal beside him spoke of it only being three, and gently nudged hr ribs with his elbows. "Oh no, you're dancing. If you're horrid, then I might actually have a chance of beating someone." He said with a cheesy grin, although his words were one-hundred percent true. He was the worst dancer in the room, he already knew. Shiloh seemed pretty confident in herself, and he had seen Louis dance - he was decent at it, although not great. Better than Harry, though, by far. He was absolutely rubbish at dancing. He looked over at Cece again as she spoke of being better with a microphone, and parted his lips. "A microphone, hm? You sing?" He asked her giddily, letting her know that it had been a mistake to let him know that. He would bug the hell out of her until she sang for him. Unless, of course, she was touchy with that sort of thing. He wouldn't be rude to her. Just playful. That was his definition. "You've got to let me hear you sing," He said with a decided nod, treating her as if they were wold friends. He wasn't hard to get along with, to say the least.

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

....."He must be some overgrown lap dog," Shiloh raised her eyebrows as Louis spoke beside her, and glanced over at the dog who had attempted to leap into his lap, only to be pushed back. The large dog wasn't her favorite of Cece's animals - of course, Tank had taken that role - but she liked the creature, anyway. "Awh, he's just a sweeheart," she cooed to the large dog, scratching him behind the ears as he turned to leave, heading off to his bed. Cece was most definitely a girl who was very.. expressive with her animals. Shiloh had only owned two pets in her entire life, one of which was still alive. An old mutt named Gray, who had been her mother's puppy, had died recently, and her father had taken it upon himself to buy Shiloh a kitten to cheer her up. Of course, the ginger tabby could never compare to the last living thing Shiloh had in rememberance of her mother, but it was still something. It had taken her a few weeks to get over Gray's death, but she had pretty much moved on by now, Cecelia being the only one who knew about why the dog had meant so much to her. Her friend, though, had tons of animals. The dogs, the cats, the turtle, the hedgehog. It was a mess, but it could be considered one of those good messes that no one wants to clean up. Most of her animals, at least, were sweet and well-behaved. Gray had been that way, too, just wanting to curl up on top of your feet, or sleep out on the balcony of her own apartement. But Rayze - which she had named the kitten - was the craziest pet that her father could have bought her. She claws everything in sight, attacks your feet, and anything else, really. Christmas had been awful this past year - probably at least fifty ornaments had been shattered.

..... Shiloh felt the couch dip a bit as Louis gained a little bit of comfort on the loveseat, while still giving her plenty of room to breathe. Well, at least he was a gentleman. And didn't seem as self-involved as she'd expected - although the dark-haired one was meeting her expectations one-hundred percent. But this Tomlinson fellow actually seemed genuine, which was the last thing Shiloh had thought any member of a boy band would ever be. Her eyes were then directed to Cece who had shaken her head, and rolled her eyes - no suprise there - in response to Shiloh's eyebrow waggling, and all Shiloh could do was shrug in a disbelieving way. It would be her friend's luck that the one member she had seemed to fixate on would begin to fancy her. Of course, she wasn't sure if this truly was the case, but Harry sure seemed to like Cece more than herself. Again, no surprise. At the moment, the only one who seemed to take the slightest interest in her was Louis. And that would be his luck. Bad luck. She turned to look at the lad, to see a teasing smirk on his face, and her eyes widened slightly as she realized he had seen her previous gestures to her friend. She was a bit embarrassed at that, but she didn't blush anything - no, she would leave that to Cece. She was most definitely not bashful. Instead, she just gave the boy a knowing look, before redirecting her violet-tinted gaze elsewhere.

..... Her eyes were once again returned to the brunette bloke at her side as he spoke again, a small smirk forming on her lips at his words. He had really been pinned down with everything. Niall and Zayn hadn't done much at all, Harry was occupied with Cece and the cat, and Liam didn't seem in the mood to take charge at the moment. So, apparently, Louis was made the temporary leader. Which, would actually make sense considering that he was the oldest. He was the oldest right? God, Shiloh was ashamed she had even remembered that. The girl's smile immediately widened as Louis agreed the the Wii sounded fun, always up for an opportunity to dance. Of course, she wouldn't dance just to brag about her skill in the sport, like some would, she just enjoyed doing it. She wouldn't deny that she was relatively good at it, but she wouldn't say so herself. She wasn't a showy-off sort of person. As Louis stood up and turned on the machine, while Zayn said he's hit the shower, and Niall and Liam moved off to watch the telly, or play a game or two, Shiloh stayed where he was, her eyes following the curly-haired lad as he moved from his own seat, across to the open space beside Cece on the sofa. She had to physically place her palm over her lips so a snicker wouldn't burst from them as the other lad sat down, a bit closer than he should have, but acting as if he hadn't done anything at all. She took in a deep breath through her nose, and managed not to laugh too loudly, as the other boy returned with the remotes.

..... Shiloh watched as Louis handed a remote out to her, and she raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at him. "Your mistake, mate," she said, the playfullness in her own tone actually surprising her to the point where she cleared her throat. She was turning into Cece. Oh god. She stood up beside him, glancing at Harry and Cecelia, and then back to Louis. "What song're you best at? Take your pick." She said with a small shrug, fiddling with the remote in her hand. She'd be up for any of the songs, even the ones she was worse at dancing to. Becuase, of course, she didn't want to look braggy, and maybe if he chose a song she couldn't dance to, she could manage to look a bit less over-confident. She had no longing to seem cocky. Even to these boys. She raised an eyebrow at Louis, a small laugh leaving her. "Since you've decided everything else, this can be your choice too."

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ooc: haha bet you thought i was done already! c;
nah - i'm a slow sloth. working on it now though. c:
woo cece is done. i think her and haz should dance to either moves like jagger or wmyb. cx
all done. goodness they're so short. D:

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

..... Louis shifted from foot to foot lightly and quite effortlessly as he gazed around the room as if to evaluate it. Everyone had left to go upstairs besides the four of them. Shiloh, Harry, Cece, and himself. It was a wonder that the blonde was trusting strangers wandering around her house unsupervised upstairs. Of course in a way he supposed that they weren't really strangers. She probably knew well enough how they were and that they would do no such thing - especially with the fact that she was allowing them to stay until the storm to blow over. He was expecting that to be until morning but with no knowledge of the area and it's weather conditions it was a bit hard to judge. Next his eyes darted to the large couch which was also empty. It only took him a couple seconds to both assume and look for himself to confirm his guess. Harry had moved to sit next to Cecilia. Was Louis surprised? Not really. Rather he was surprised his friend hadn't done it sooner - perhaps that was because the cat had been on his lap and if he had done so it would've seemed a bit obvious that those were his intentions. The twenty-one year old watched as the Pomeranian hopped off the girl's lap and went to join the bigger dog over where the dog beds were. Huh- Perhaps the little one was just less friendly with strangers that were in the home. He really doubted it was because the dog didn't like the curly headed boy. The little creature in her hand seemed to be doing well to the sudden added presence though which was good because who knew how hedgehogs acted when irritated. It appeared that the two were fairly busy chatting away about something he wasn't really paying too much attention to. It was a good thing to know that Harry was getting along with someone other then Louis - a female too of all people. Not really a shock to him because he knew the curly headed boy liked to socialize with gals. It wasn't that he was a player or a womanizer - no - if anything he was the total opposite. Harry and Niall had been the ones out of relationships the longest. It was just something with his friend that he seemed to like about hanging with girls if he could. Not that he knew what it was or would he probably ever really know but it didn't bother him.

..... Thinking back about the band he wondered what it was they were going to do. With no phone service there was no way of calling Paul or anyone for that matter to inform them of the situation. A sudden panic appeared in the pit of his stomach. Uh oh. Nobody knew of their location - or even where to really begin to look for that matter. Nobody knew they were alright. Nobody knew that nothing majorly wrong had happened. Nobody knew they were all alive and doing well. Their family, friends, fans, and management had to be going in circles by now. it was no doubt that it had hit the internet that they had never arrived at their gig at the plaza that night. The added fact that they had no cell service only made it worse for everyone else because nobody could contact them. They were probably all worried. Louis debated about saying something but he decided against it - he didn't want to worry the others. Besides if the storm was still bad in the morning then perhaps Cece would at least have some sort of internet connection so that they could Skype their management or Paul in regards to what happened as well as either tweeting something to the fans or doing a Twitcam to show they were alive. Of course they wouldn't publicly give out their location on Twitter so there was no way the fans could locate them and possibly get stuck in the storm themselves. That'd be just horrid and he'd never forgive himself if someone got harmed or worse. On the flip side of things they couldn't of been luckier as to where their bus stopped. Well- Perhaps next to a working phone might have been better but the situation they were in was up near the top of the list. Both Cece and Shiloh seemed to be relatively nice and welcoming considering the circumstances. It probably did help the fact that the blonde was a fan because anyone else could have easily said no to it and they'd just stay out in their cold and dark bus. Instead though they were brought into the home on a fairly happy note and were supplied things that weren't honestly needed. Actual bedrooms to sleep in, showers, free access to the food, entertainment. Honestly he would've been completely content with just sleeping on the floor somewhere with whatever food they had made if there had been any. As to hygiene he would've went without showering if needed and someone no doubt would've forced Zayn too as well somehow. Needless to say he was quite glad the situation had turned out better then it could have.

..... Louis snapped his mind from his thoughts as Shiloh spoke about him being able to pick the song because he had already made all the other decisions that day. A smirk grew on his lips as he held his hand out an pointed the Wii remote at the television. He'd already slipped the strap around his wrist and tightened it so there was no worry for that failing and the remote suddenly flying. Carefully he scrolled through the various songs with a rather skeptical expression reading on his face. Call Me Maybe, Beauty and a Beat, Moves Like Jagger, What Makes You Beautiful. Wait.. What? "Oh look! It's us! Sort of," The Doncaster boy spoke with a small snicker before eyeing what the character instructors looked like. Okay so some of them did look similar to how their silhouettes looked but there was one big difference. Four people rather than five. He was about to complain when he remembered that the game was designed to only have four playing at a time. Duh. Lou continued through the songs until he stopped on the perfect one. Yes- This was it. His favorite song. "I can twerk to this, it's my jam," He spoke before giving a short five second or so example of what he meant before his eyes went back to the screen as he pressed start. This was it. Time to get into his dancing zone.

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

..... Cecilia felt a light dusting of blush fill into her cheeks at the fact that Louis had noticed Shiloh exchanging knowing glances with her. So much for being secretive about it. For a split second her eyes narrowed at him as a hint of mischief showed behind his grin and bright eyes - plotting something no doubt. She forced herself to shrug it off and ran her hand through her hair yet again. She really needed to quit that. Perhaps that was why her hair never stayed straight - including school photos - by the time she actually got to where she needed to be to get the photo taken her hair was always in a sea of soft waves. Her gaze flickered to Harry as he sported the innocent grin with eyebrows raised. The blonde mirrored the same expression though her face for the most part was a stern I-know-what-you're-up-to type look of all things. Her gaze quickly went elsewhere though until there was a sudden added weight that dipped the couch slightly as it did with any person that sat down on them. Blue-hazel eyes looked up only to find the curly haired lad sitting next to her on the couch. Well then- That was- Unexpected to say the least. A small smirk grew on her lips and she quirked her eyebrows upwards in question. "Graceful one you are," Cece spoke with a little snicker before laughing a couple times rather lightheartedly. She'd always been known to be quite the cheeky person but not to the point where it was overpowering or anything. she still had her girly bashful and shy moments and she knew it well. It was a bit of a surprise she wasn't being quiet or shy around like the boys like it was probably expected. It was almost the polar opposite if anything. Perhaps that was because her mind probably still wasn't fully aware of the situation. Who knows.

..... A scoff escaped her lips before she could stop it and she ended up arching her eyebrows yet again at the singer. "Oh, is that so? And if I don't?" She challenged before gently nudging him back with her own elbow. What could happen if she didn't play? Well - knowing Shiloh she would probably either be bribed, blackmailed, or chased around until she did play. The horrific thing about that was she'd probably have a partner in crime to help her - if not two depending on how pushy Harry was about having her play. Quickly she shook her head just as a cheeky grin sprouted on her lips. "Nevermind, I'm not sure I want to know," She commented before letting her gaze go to the two brunettes now standing in front of the television. What a sight to see this would be. Shi was an amazing dancer in her opinion and Louis- Well- He had the sass to back up his dancing skills. Needless to say this was bound to be disastrous one way or another. Hopefully they just didn't end up whacking each other several times throughout the dance. The song he chose was quite the interesting one though not completely unexpected. Super Bass by Nicki Minaj. Yeah- This would be a funny sight. She'd record it on her phone but she wasn't too sure her friend would be fond of that. "You're picking the song, just so you know," She commented before elbowing Harry ever so lightly. Even though she knew all the dances - not that she was good - she still wanted him to pick because she didn't have much of a preference over most of the songs. For a moment her eyes went to the fireplace in which was located close to where the television was at. It was going - barely - so she'd probably have to fix that soon enough. Hopefully the two dancing would remember to put the straps on before starting. Wouldn't want them flying into either the television or the fireplace. That would just end up in a broken tv or melted remotes - or both.

..... Soon enough the music started and the screen became an assortment of different colors with the dance model in the center of it all. However her attention was brought back to the person next to her as he spoke. A little chuckle left her lips as she looked at him cautiously. Was that a good thing she had just said that? Who honestly knows. Perhaps it was - perhaps not. "Uh, yeah?" The blonde spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Then she remembered - they weren't old friends who went to school together so he wouldn't know. She'd entered the school talent show both junior and senior year and surprisingly had won but to her shock. The school wasn't heavily populated as the town wasn't populated all that well but there was still quite an amount of teens who attended. Her friends had been proud and so had her parents - luckily they'd been home the weekend of the event both years. As far as homecoming and prom went they weren't there for any of those. Cece had went dress shopping with Shiloh because they both had lacked someone at the time that normally would've went with them. A mother. Sure Shi's situation was far from the same as hers because she still had both her parents even if they were never around. Her friend only had one that was with her on a daily basis. Needless they understood each other and even through their differences they somehow managed to be the best of friends. A small smile cracked on her lips at the thought of singing for him. That could work - it's not like she had anything to worry about anyways. Harry didn't seem like the person to bluntly say someone was terrible even if they were. "Perhaps, we've got quite a bit of time, yeah?" She teased cheekily before glancing to the two dancing momentarily. What a sight it was indeed and it was only going to get worse as they got more into it no doubt.

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

..... Harry let out a light chuckle under his breath as the girl beside him commented on his grace and he nodded, raising his eyebrows. "It's a gift," he murmured teasingly, fighting the urge to wink at her. But, he knew that would most likely embarrass Cecelia, and give Shiloh too much satisfaction. So, he refrained from doing so, just waggling his brows a couple of times for effect. He didn't want to come off as overly flirtatious, although that was one of his good qualities. He knew that fans already mistook him for some sort of attention-seeking, sex-addicted guy who would flirt with anything that moved. Which wasn't at all true. He was a bit suave with ladies, yes, but not more than one. He was a genuinely nice person who would zone in on a gal, and, yeah, charm her a bit. But he wasn't overly so. Not at all. He would be friendly and funny. That would usually do the trick. Just like people took Louis too seriously, and thought he was overly-sassy and rude, they thought he was some sort of womanizer. Harry pushed these thoughts aside as he looked at Cece, just looking at her for a few seconds. It amazed him that these girls were being so cool and calm, even though a famous british boy band had jsut walked through their doors. Of course, Shiloh didn't seem to fancy them, so she had no reason to be excited, but - according to the music that had been blasting upstairs - the other gal was most likely a fan. But here she was being cheeky with Harry Styles. Most fans weren't like this. At all. It was actually refreshing to be around people - or, rather, a person - who appreciated them and their music, but weren't tackling them, or pestering them with questions.

..... Harry realized he had been staring at her, and quickly looked away, running his fingers through his hair. But, apparently she hadn't noticed, or, at least hadn't minded, as she spoke again. He let out a small snicker, looking over at her with a rather devilish smirk, cocking an eyebrow. He parted his lips for a clever retort, when she said she didn't want to know, but he kept the expression up. "You're right. You don't." He said, breaking his villianous character and letting out a light chuckle. He watched as Shiloh and Louis began to get situated for their song, surprised that Louis was so friendly with the girl who had seemed so against them. And, also, he was surprised that she was being so giddy and friendly. Not what he had expected. "Why me?" He asked, with a small pout as he looked back at Cecilia. Well, maybe if he picked the song, he'd actually have a chance at winning - ha. Probably not. He was a dreadful dancer; most of the boys were, in fact. Zayn had said so publically, although he had gotten much better. Liam never really danced all that much, and you couldn't really consider Niall as bad, he was just doing his own style or things. Louis was a decent dancer, although not excellent, and then there was Harry. He was just plain bad at it.

..... Harry's eyes were moved over to the television as Louis chose a song, and the two of them began dancing along to it. He watched Louis first, letting a small snicker leave his lips as he moved along to the beat and the lyrics. He actually wasn't too bad at the song - which was, regretfully, Super Bass - although he didn't compare at all to the girl dancing beside him. He watched for a second as Shiloh seemed to consider something, then shrugged, and began to dance along with the figures on the screen, matching the outline perfectly. Her hips moved in time, her feet stepping at just the right interval, her arms swinging perfectly in rythem. "Your friend can really dance," he commented, looking back at Cece, letting the other two do their thing. He was much more interested in this gal's voice than the other two's good - or, not so good, in Louis' case - dance moves. Her voice was smooth, which was a good sign, although he would have to wait until he heard her sing to judge. "Yeah, plenty of time to hear you sing." He said with a determined nod, already anxious to hear her voice. He was a bit taken back that she didn't push away his request, and say she wasn't that good, or that she was too embarrassed. No, she actually didn't seem to nervous to sing for him - or, them, rather. Which he was pleasantly surprised by. Most girls weren't like that. But, obviously, she wasn't most girls.

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

.....Shiloh waited on Louis to choose something, not impatiently, letting her gaze rove the room. Cece and Harry seemed content on the other loveseat, now that he had moved to sit with her, and she smiled at them for a few seconds, before looking around the rest of the house. It was huge house, and she wondered why Cece lived in such a big place on her own. Then again, if her parents ever did stop by, they would have plenty of room for themselves. Whereas Shiloh lived in her own apartement, which was nice, but nowhere the size of her friend's ranch house. She had moved out just because she wanted her own place, sorta seperating herself, becoming her own person. Her dad could live on his own - or with the occasional girlfriend, if he ever decided to get one - and she could live in her own place, so long as she showed up to the cafe on time each morning. She flicked her gaze out the window, watching as the snow continued to fall, rather heavily now. It was doubtful that she'd even be able to make it to work the next morning. Of course, her friend wouldn't mind at all if she spent another night there; sometimes she would do that for no reason. They were just that close. Like sisters, almost. Her eyebrows rose as she listened to Cece and Harry speak to one another, and smiled to herself. It was amazing - even to Shiloh - that her friend wasn't nervous areound the curly-headed lad. But, she didn't seem to be. If she was, the blonde gal was hiding it relatively well. She watched as Harry smirked at her, and was waiting for him to do something stereotypical, like wrap his arm around her, or wink at her, and was a bit taken aback when he didn't. She had heard alot of things about the boys from other people who didn't fancy them, like Louis being rude, and Harry being a huge flirt. Sure, Louis was sarcastic, and Harry was really friendly, but so far the brunette was impressed with them. They weren't... completely awful.

..... Shiloh looked back at the screen as Louis spoke, smirking as she saw the four silhouettes for What Maked You Beautiful. She glanced at him, seeing his small pout, and trying not to snicker, as he decided to not say anything, and just moved by it. Her eyes followed the songs that scrolled by, and he stopped on one, saying something that Shiloh couldn't help but laugh at. A genuine, full-on laugh. "If you say so," she managed the say as she laughed, giving a small roll of her eyes as he chose the song, and she stepped to the side, lining up with the form on the screen. It wasn't really made for two people, but you could still pull off two-player for it. She glanced at the boy beside her as the song began, and actually missed the first three steps as she watched him get in his 'dancing zone.' She let a small snicker leave her lips, then flicked her gaze away from him, knowing that she'd have to keep herself from looking at him, or else she'd be too giggly to dance properly. Though, as the first moves began, she started to dance using her full skill, letting her lips slide back and forth to the beat, raising her arms and bringing them back down in fluid motion with the song. She got pretty into music when she danced - like Cece did when she sang. When they were younger, the two of them had actually wanted to start a band, Cecelia being the singer, and Shiloh being the dancer. They hadn't realized that wasn't what made up a band until later, but they didn't care. They had been big dreamers when they were younger - still were.

..... As the song continued, Shiloh slowed a bit, still staying in rythem, but not being as showy. Bragging wasn't something she wanted to do, and niether was showing off. She wasn't afraid to dance in front of others, but she wouldn't bee stand-offish about it. So she still made sure to get perfects for each move, but wasn't as extravagent with the movements. Then, she was able to flick her gaze over to Mister Tomlinson, dancing beside her, and cracked a wide, ear-to-ear grin as he matched her movements, following the outline on the screen. "Oh my god," she said under her breath with a quiet laugh, shaking her head. A boy who would voluntarily pick a song like that had to be completely unafraid of being embarrassed. Which, was a good thing, in her eyes. She was most definitely not a bashful person, when it came to anything, so it was good to know that this lad wasn't either. As the song drew to a close, Shiloh struck the finishing pose, flicking her gaze to the television, and then over to Louis, his own hands forming the pose. That was just too good. She smirked again, as the screen flicked to show their scores, not looking at them - as she honestly didn't care who'd won - and headed to the seat, handing her remote to Cece. "Your turn. Try not to break anything," she said teasingly to her friend, plopping back down on her side of the loveseat.

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[ crush: what? ] → [ mood: disbelieving ] → [ where: cece's living room ] → [ with: harry and the girls ] → [ tagged: shiloh, harry, cece ]

..... Louis released a little chuckle as the first few beats of the song started. Casually he rolled his shoulders in a mock attempt to 'prepare' himself for the dancing that was going to start within a few moments of him doing so. There were the moves as the beat kicked up that the coach character did that the players weren't required to do but he felt the need to do them anyways. It got him into character for the song as it was rather girly and feminine - the moves were too and he knew this but it was one of the ones he was better at. Plus the song wasn't half bad as long as it wasn't played too much. The start up of the game went quite nicely - he even had the advantage that Shiloh had been laughing at him rather then dancing during the beginning. As the chorus broke out he almost effortlessly followed the moves - shamelessly of course - though it seemed the brunette girl next to him was doing just as well if not better. Throughout the whole game it was a pretty close one and with them both hitting the gold moves it was hard to tell until the scores showed. Now Louis Tomlinson was in no way one to brag or one to be a sore loser - at least when he was around people. "Beginner's luck," He commented with a chuckle. There was no point in saying something ridiculous like that she had cheated or something because it was evident that she hadn't done that at all. Not that he really honestly cared who won anyways. He just played because he did like to dance and it was a good way to get built up energy out without breaking something important- Most times. It also uncovered something unknown - at least to the boys - about the brunette girl. She was an amazing dancer.

..... With a few moments of fumbling with the clasp on the wrist strap Louis managed to loosen it up enough so that he could get it off of his wrist. With a short few steps he made his way across the room only to set the white remote down in the curly headed boy's lap. "Good luck you two, you'll need it," He commented with a snicker before returning to where he had been sitting by Shiloh on the love seat before they had started playing just Dance Four. His breath was a little quick but that was because singing and dancing at once wasn't normally something he did. Bouncing around? Yes. Dancing? Not so much. In a mock tired manner he flung his arms out - resting them on the back of the couch comfortably. Only then did he notice that - well - he was sitting with Shiloh rather then one of the boys. He needed to be more considerate. With a sheepish smile he retracted his arms and placed them in his lap in a more reserved action. This wasn't working. Louis Tomlinson could not sit so stiffly again. For a few seconds he moved around just to get his wiggles out before settling back into the couch. When he did his eyes fell on the two standing in front of the television. They seemed to be getting along swimmingly - as far as he could tell anyways. At that time Cecilia looked over at the two on the couch only to give Shiloh the same look she'd given the blonde earlier. Wait.. Why was she doing that? His mind couldn't quite decode it for the time being but as quick as it started it also ended with her turning back to the game. Louis shifted a little in his seat so he was more facing Shiloh as a mischievous grin grew on his thin lips. "Okay, we've got to prank one of them, or both of them, it'd be funny," He spoke in a hushed voice so that there was no way the other two could overhear what he was saying. To be honest it would be hilarious - though at the moment he had no ideas as to what they could do to prank them without being caught before it happened.

..... After a moment he drew a hand through his rough brown windswept hair. His fringe was constantly falling into his eyes as he hadn't styled it - having planned to do that when he arrived at the concert they were suppose to be at. Of course that plan was basically out the window by now and he had no intentions of styling it any further that night. Besides he actually liked his hair down though while performing he couldn't really stop to get it out of his face every minute or so which was the main reason for him gelling it upwards a bit. With one swift hand movement he tucked it into place and hoped that he wouldn't have to deal with it again for awhile. Louis let his diamond blue eyes draw their attention back to the gal sitting next to him. "Good game, you're quite the dancer. Did you take lessons?" The twenty one year old asked curiously. In all honesty he did want to know. With as good as she was it would have been his guess that she did take lessons from someone at some point in her life. What if it was a touchy subject though? What if she didn't want to talk about it? Not to him at least? "You don't have to tell me, I'd understand completely," He spoke rather hurriedly because he didn't want her to think he was pressuring her into talking about it if it was a hard subject. Just as Harry was a bit touchy with the parents topic because he missed them so much - as they all did - he was just a bit worse and more emotional about it. Especially with his mum and Louis wasn't sure if that was due to the fact that she was the only parent he had for a period in his life. That was a likely cause. He on the other hand was more touchy about when people commented about his style or his personality. So what if he liked wearing TOMS? So what if he sported bright colors? So what if he got a bit sassy when someone talked badly about his loved ones? It was his choice and he would do as he wanted. Things like that riled him up - hence why he didn't like talking about it much.

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[ crush: uhm.. well.. ] → [ mood: joyful ] → [ where: her living room ] → [ with: shiloh, harry & louis ] → [ tagged: harry, shiloh, louis ]

..... Cecilia rolled her eyes in a playful manner regarding Harry saying that his ungraceful actions were a gift. A normal person would probably think the opposite - of course he could have been being sarcastic as that would make more sense. Without thinking she mirrored his actions and waggled her eyebrows right back at him. After all he wasn't the only one who was capable of being cheeky - though she was surprised she was so enthusiastic and honest about it rather then being overly bashful and shy like she'd actually expected herself to be. Instead she was acting like they were old friends rather then a world famous singer celebrity and an adoring but nowhere near crazy fan. Where was that overly-girly side of her? Lost somewhere? The notion was short lived though as she felt a light blush creep on her cheeks. Had he, Harry Styles, really just been staring? Not that she minded at all of course. At just about the same time he had done so she glanced away only to let out a little laugh with a smile following. Yup- Her overly girly side had returned for the moment. She wouldn't overreact on the outside or anything like that like expected - that wasn't in her nature. On the inside it was a different story as it was with every person but she chose not to show what her thoughts reflected because in some cases - such as this one - it would be quite embarrassing. "Says you," She finally commented as her attention went back to him with a warm but cheeky smile plastered to her lips. Not that she really had any room to talk - she was definitely not the most graceful person on the planet and it was probably a bit obvious. She was always tripping, falling, dropping something, or just causing a mess of issues in general. to put it shortly she was a little clumsy.

..... A slight huff escaped her plump pink lips as he started to pout and complain about the fact he had to choose the song rather then herself doing it. The expression he wore she had to admit was quite adorable but she wasn't going to give up that easy - even to him of all people. "Don't even go there with the puppy dog pout, I know what you're up to," She warned him before sticking her tongue out and glancing away to the two in front of the television. The blonde literally had to put a hand over her mouth to keep from erupting into a fit of giggles - even then it didn't work and she ended up giggling for a bit. The sight she saw was just too funny not to laugh at. The fact that Louis Tomlinson was dancing quite decently to Super Bass was both quite impressive and a little scary that he knew it all that well. It was a feminine song with moves that were obviously intended for someone of the female species. The fact that he was singing so on tune to it and even rapping along just made it all the more funny. She too probably would've been singing along but that would just give Harry what he wanted. Instead she just hummed along to the song's melody only to yet again stop herself when he spoke up about singing. "Don't sound so sure of yourself, I might just wait until you fall asleep," This time Cece was completely teasing him and that was bluntly obvious. Of course she wouldn't actually do that - sing to Shiloh and his friends but not to him - that would be just harsh and downright rude. Not to mention she wasn't too sure she could stay awake longer then him anyways - she liked her sleep. Without it she couldn't really function all that well. Just to show she was kidding she nudged him gently before cracking a reassuring smile. She nodded her head at his comment about Shiloh - of course she was a good dancer - you'd have to be blind not to see that.

..... Before she knew it the song had ended and Shiloh was eagerly handing her the control she'd been using moments ago. Well - here goes nothing. Literally. It's not like she had anything to loose - a bit of dignity perhaps but she really wasn't too concerned with it as she was sure she was at least at the same dancing level as her opponent. Upon hearing the comments from both Shiloh and Louis had given the two of them she scoffed slightly. "Glad to know you both have confidence in us," Cecilia spoke sarcastically as she slowly got up on her feet and stretched slightly. Stalling - that's what she was doing. Hopefully it wasn't too obvious though otherwise that'd be a little embarrassing. Sort of. Not really. Soon enough though the blonde knew she couldn't do it any longer and went to stand in front of the television. With a glance over her shoulder she gave Shiloh the same suggestive look the brunette had given her earlier. Unlike Shi though she didn't care all that much if Louis saw, not like he would catch on to it, right? Not likely. Before she could see her response she turned back to the brightly lit screen - Louis had mumbled something to her before chuckling in a rather evil manner. Uh oh. That couldn't mean anything good. "C'mon Curly, come pick a song," She spoke to him with a slight smirk. If it had been her choice she wouldn't have hesitated with picking Moves Like Jagger as it was one of her favorites. Of course she loved What Makes You Beautiful as well but that'd be a little strange if she had to be honest. Someone dancing to their own song? Well - it'd probably been done before so anything was possible.

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ooc ; I'm done with Shiloh's now, working on Harry's. c:
I'm pitiful. I know. two stinkin paragraphs. come on, drifteth. I'll finish eventually, I promise. Dx
finally, finally I am done.

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

..... Harry smiled in pleasurable surprise as he watched Cece immitate his previous expression, waggling her eyebrows after he did. That was definitely not what he had expected. Most girls either started screaming whenever he parted his lips, didn't like the band, or were too shy to even speak around him. It was refreshing to be genuinely talking to a fan. And, glancing at Louis, he seemed to think the same thing. "Is that really what I look like when I do that?" He asked her teasingly, the bright smirk never leaving his lips. He watched as Louis and Shiloh finished up their dance, not taking his eyes off of Louis the entirety of the time. He couldn't help but let out a few bursts of laughter as he watched his friend dance. When Shiloh swerved her hips and snapped her arms - or if it had been Cece doing it - it looked right. But for Louis to be doing so - or if it had been him - it was just something to laugh at. And the sad part was that the lad was actually quite good at it. Not so compared to the girl at his side, but still relatively skilled. When Cecilia turned her head away with a small giggle, Harry rubbed a palm over the back of his neck with a small shrug as he realized she had noticed his staring at her. He had been thinking, of course, while doing so - although his thoughts had mostly been directed towards the girl as well. He didn't comment on this, just flicked his gaze momentarily to the ground, and then back to the girl as she replied to his earlier comment of his lack of grace being a gift. He nodded in response, as if to say "yeah, says me," although he didn't speak such agreement out loud.

..... Harry continued to sport his pouting lip, his eyes wide and slightly watery as he looked at her, forcing himself not to smirk at her words. But as she stuck her tongue out, he finally broke character and let out a short little sigh, leaning back against the cushions of the loveseat. "Damn, that usually works," he mumbled, not seriously, but solely for the purpose of the girl beside him hearing it. He followed her gaze to the television, and back to the two dancing, and could tell by the expression on her face that she was sharing the same thoughts he had had earlier about Louis dancing so expertly to such a feministic song. He thought about pulling his phone out and videoing it - of course, the fans would go nuts over something like this - but then decided against it. The fans would probably ask where they were, and who they were with, and who the girls were. And he didn't want to get Cecilia or Shiloh involved in any negative publicity, after they had been nothing but kind to the band. As the blonde girl beside him spoke again, he removed his gaze from Louis, and back to her, raising his eyebrow. Oh, she thought she would be cheeky too, hm? "Who says I'm falling asleep?" He asked, his tone suggestion a challenge, his eyes bright. He couldn't help but be a bit glad about where their bus had so miraculously ended up. It could have been in town, and they could be trying to fall asleep on the cold floor of a store somewhere, but instead they were playing Just Dance 4 witha couple of really nice gals in a warm house with plenty of food to satisfy Niall's needs. Of course, the blonde lad wasn't really as obsessed with food as the media played it off as, although he did eat alot. This was true.

..... As Shiloh and Louis finished dancing to Super Bass, Harry couldn't help but letting out a light chuckle, and clapping as the two of them handed off the remotes. As he was wished good luck, he stood up from the loveseat, heading across the room to stand where Louis had a moment ago, beginning already to scroll through the songs. Beauty and a Beat was a cool song, but the duet version was a bit.. touchy feely. If this had been him and Louis, he would have been find with it. Hell, they sat in each other's laps instead of on the sofas. He was sure his mate wouldn't have minded to dance to a song like that with him. But Cece? He glanced at her, and decided against it, continuing to scroll. The last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable. There was their own song, which he scrolled past, not liking the dance to that one so much, continuing to look. He saw Cece as he scrolled past Moves Like Jagger, and raised an eyebrow in her direction. She seemed to prefer that one. As she called him curly, he ran his fingers through his hair, as if on que, sporting that never-ending smile. His friends called him Curly. He still couldn't get over how she was treating him like an old friend instead of a singer in a boyband. He loved it. "How about this one?" He asked, clicking it without waiting on a response. "Ready to lose?" He asked lightly, his words both teasing and sarcastic. He was most definitely not really that confident in his dancing, quite opposite, actually. He knew he was rubbish. But, he wasn't afraid to show off his lack of skills. He wasn't shy. Obviously. He took in a small breath, standing in a boxing stance, a challenging smirk set on his lips as he waited for the song to begin.

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

.....Although it had been hilarious just to watch Louis dancing to such a femininely-structured song, Shiloh did have to admit that the lad was quite a good dancer. Not amazing, or anything, but not as bad as she'd expected. As the two of them finished, Shiloh coming out as the winner - although only by a few lucky points, which was new - she watched as Louis handed off his remote, letting out a sarcastically snarky remark. "Hey, I'm no beginner." She said lightly, watching him head back over to the loveseat, and flop down beside her, rather ungracefully. She flicked her gaze to Cece, to see her friend shooting her the same playfully sedictive look that she had given her friend a few moments before, and just scoffed at Cece, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. Louis was just being nice to her. Friendly, was all. But, as she turned to look at him, she realized why her friend had given her that look, as she watched Louis moved his arms uncomfortably to his lap. She parted her lips to tell him that she didn't mind, but shut them again. That would just sound stupid. "Oh, yeah, I've only known you for half an hour, but you can wrap your arm around me, I don't mind." Of course, she didn't want him getting the wrong idea, either. Although, he didn't seem like the type to openly and endlessly flirt with someone, so she didn't see a big chance of that happening. Instead, she allowed him to get comfortable with his hands still in his lap. Her eyes moved back up to Cece and Harry, who were strapping on the remotes, and getting ready to dance, still chatting with one another about little things. Although she would never admit it to Cecilia - that would give her far too much satisfaction - she and Harry did make quite the couple. And they seemed to be getting on well enough, for the short time they had known one another. It was rather cute. But, of course, she wouldn't suggest that to Cece. For all she knew they could all have girlfriends, and were just trying to be nice while they made their stay here.

..... Shiloh's attention was drawn away from the two trying to decide on a song, and back to Louis as he turned towards her slightly, and spoke in a hushed voice, so she had to lean forward slightly to hear him over the noise of the game. She cocked an eyebrow at his words, a smile creeping its way onto her lips. Sarcastic, and like pranking. She had probably never been so surprised by anything in her life. When One Direction had headed through her friend's door she had expected an obnoxious group of guys who were self-absorbed and sissy, to be completely honest. And, although she hadn't learned too much about the other three, Louis actually seemed like a genuinely great person. And, Harry wasn't so bad, either. As Louis' words clicked in her mind, she was brought out of her thoughts, and smirked, nodding, looking at Harry and Cece out of the corner of her eye. "Hm, I'm impressed." Shiloh told him with a small, satisfied nod. "Didn't pick you for the pranking type," she added, before beginning to think. She was definitely a prankster, Cecilia could be the first witness to that. She had pulled too many pranks on her friend to count. From the less impressive ones like fake spiders or snakes, all the way to faking a car wreck once. That had been her best work. She had faked it just so Cecilia would have to come pick her up, and would be late to her surprise party which was scheduled a bit later that day. To say the least, she wasn't an ameatur. "But I'm in. What do you have in mind?" She asked after a short pause, looking at him eagerly. She hadn't gotten a good joke on Cece in a while, it would be great to prank her again.

..... As Louis spoke again, this time about her dancing, she smiled with a small nod and a bashful shrug. "Thanks," she began, only for Louis to speak for a second time, going back on his words. She looked at him shaking her head, and waving off his worry of being too personal. "No, don't worry about it. I, did have lessons, sorta; my mum was a dancer." She said with a nod, lightly emphasizing the word 'was' so there was no confusion about the subject. When her mother had first died, of course, she was really touchy about the subject, not even wanting to speak to her best friend about it. But, after a while, it really settled in, and she learned to accept the fact. By now, after several years being on her own with her dad, it didn't bother her to speak about her mother. Katherine Grey had most definitely been where Shiiloh had recieved her dancing talent. Her mum had actually owned Tiffany's, where Shiloh still worked, although someone else had taken over the diner now. She was more of a ballet dancer than anything, but that was the basics of Shiloh's more modern, pop style of dance. She gave a small shrug. "But thanks, you weren't too bad yourself." She told Louis with a nod, in a light, joking tone of voice, although she meant what she said. He wasn't a proffessional, but he was a relatively decent dancer, which wasn't something you could say about most. Usually it was either singing or dancing. Not both. You were lucky if you posessed both skills.

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..... Louis felt a smirk tug at his lips. So he wasn't pegged to be the pranking type? The again Shiloh wasn't really much of a fan so it's not like she knew that he had been known to cause some trouble backstage and such. "Good to know you're impressed, must mean you prank too," He spoke in a tone that was again hushed so that the two dancing wouldn't hear him. Not that they probably would anyways - they were too focused on dancing and whatever else it was they were talking about. As a matter of fact his curly headed friend had practically been chatting with the blonde girl the entire time - not that he was jealous or anything - Louis knew it was actually a very good thing that the lad was speaking to someone outside of the band. It was only a plus that it was a fan as well as a female at that. If you had seen the two of them together throughout the night without knowing that he was a celebrity and she was a fan you'd think they were just some adorable couple - that's how he viewed it anyways. Not that he'd tell either one of them that because that could just send the wrong messages to the both of them. "I'm not too sure yet, any ideas of your own?" The brunette asked eagerly. For the moment he wasn't sure on what they could do regarding a prank. There were several things they could do but they were all drawing a blank in his mind for the moment. From the silly childish ones to the more extreme thought out ones the list just went on and on. "Maybe, oh, I don't know, normally I'm good with these kinds of ideas," He muttered with a little huff before drawing one hand through his hair. Perhaps scaring the life out of them would work? That is if they went about telling scary tales later on in the night. Sure he didn't know if Cece was very jumpy and afraid of scary things but Harry he knew wasn't such a fan of them. He'd never admit it though because he wanted to seem tough - especially if gals were around. Of course the twenty-one year old was in no position to talk - he did the same thing.

..... As Shiloh spoke about dancing he couldn't help but notice the fact that she had bluntly emphasized the word 'was' in her sentence. Did that mean her mother just didn't dance anymore? No - he knew that was not the case just by the tone she'd used while saying it. There was something bigger and more important about it than that. Could she mean her mother was.. Deceased? That was quite possible. No - that was it - he was sure. Louis was about to open his mouth and say something about how he was sorry but he decided against it. The last thing she probably wanted was pity from a singer who hadn't experienced what she had. Divorce between parents? Yes he had experienced that but not the case where a parent died. So instead of saying anything he just nodded and added in a comforting smile. It was enough to get the message across but not so over powering that she'd get any unwanted pity from it - he knew how bad that could be. When his parents had split he got those 'I'm sorry' commented quite constantly - it bugged him a little because some people would say they were there for him and that they understood. In his mind the only people who understood were the ones who had went through it themselves. Quickly he pushed the thoughts away and smirked slightly. "Thanks, we do a bit of dance training for the tour, though it never really works, the only thing we remember is what direction to walk so we don't run into one another," Louis spoke truthfully with a chuckle. It was quite a true statement. They had specific places they had to be on stage at specific times during songs. It got them to use the entire stage quite well and gave them a nice view of all the fans. His select favorite was probably the thing they did during Harry's solo in What Makes You Beautiful. The curly headed boy was center stage with Zayn to his right but slightly behind him and Liam to his left at the same angle. Niall was to Zayn's right and Louis was to Liam's left. All in all it made a somewhat 'v' shape if you looked at it from the sky. It was probably his favorite to perform live as well - seeing as the boys could never be serious during the solo. They always ended up messing with Harry or one another during it. The fans went crazy for it though so that was a massive plus.

..... His blue eyes flickered up to the screen as he heard the music stop though he couldn't catch the score in time because the lights flickered then went off. Well that was just perfect. If Harry hadn't caught the score then there was no way of telling who had won. Not that either of the two who were dancing honestly cared - they probably more enjoyed looking silly and having fun then anything else. A high pitched scream and a nearly naked Zayn coming clumsily down the stairs sent the singer into a fit of laughter. It was just too funny! Obviously Cece managed to handle the situation pretty well and got the lad a flashlight - perhaps the power outage was a normal thing in the town. There was a bit of chatter going around until Niall finally spoke up about something they could do. "What about a sing-along? I know this isn't a campfire but.." He stated with a little shrug. Hmm. Campfire? That could actually work. He'd grabbed the Irish lad's guitar before leaving the bus so it was very much a possibility. "Niall that's completely- Well- Actually- It's not that bad of an idea, way to go," Louis spoke before patting his friend on the back.

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[ crush: uhm.. well.. ] → [ mood: amused ] → [ where: her living room ] → [ with: shiloh & the boys ] → [ tagged: everyone ]

..... Cecilia rolled her eyes slightly but nodded her head as if to agree that it indeed was what Harry looked like while making the face he had been doing earlier. At least she thought so - she had tried to mimic it to the best of her abilities. She disregarded the comment about how he said that his pout normally worked. That was true - it probably did work. Normally. Nothing about this situation however was really normal. "Challenge accepted," The blonde spoke with a smirk. She wasn't too sure she could stay awake longer then him but it was possible if she tried hard enough and didn't allow herself to even attempt at falling sleep. It couldn't be that hard, she just had to find things to distract her from becoming tired. Games, television, movies, baking food, things like that in which would require her to focus rather than sleep. Upon seeing his song choice a grin cracked on her plump pink lips. It was one of her favorites as well as one of the ones she was better at - according to her brunette best friend. "Perfect," Cece stated before giving him a thumbs up then glancing at the screen for a moment as it lit up and the beat kicked up. She found it hilarious he was so sarcastically confident in himself. Of course she was about the same with her own dancing skills so it didn't really matter much. "Totally," The sarcasm that came from her mouth was just like the type he had used moments ago. Before she could say anymore on the subject the first moves started and she needed to focus on winning. Granted she wasn't too concerned with winning as much as she was with having fun but still she felt the need to try her best because anything less then that was just complete rubbish. That was her way of processing it. The blonde liked to think her best part was the chorus to the song. Many times had her cousins tried to tell her that the character in the British flag pants was Michael Jackson but she just shook her head. Sure it was possible but she thought it was more of a resemblance to Mick Jagger more than anything else.

..... After what seemed like forever the song finally ended and Cecilia let out a sigh of relief. having only gotten decent marks on half the moves she wasn't too pleased. Besides that she was a bit too busy laughing at the sight of Harry dancing - or bouncing around randomly. As the scores were about to pop up she turned around as if to show she didn't want to know. For all she knew he could have gotten twice her score. Not that it mattered as she knew she was absolutely terrible. If he won then it wouldn't be a surprise - though if she won she'd be shocked she'd actually beaten someone over the age of twelve. The blonde went about loosening the clasp on her wristband before pulling it off completely. Just as she was about to walk over and hand her brunette friend the remote the lights flickered several times before going off completely - along with everything else in the house. There was a moment of silence before a loud and rather feminine shout sounded from upstairs. She couldn't even process who it was before she was doubled over in laughter. Between the three of the boys that were still upstairs whoever it was much have been pretty frightened and surprised the power went off. For a moment her hazel eyes darted to the other three downstairs as they had similar expressions. Minutes later a rather fussy looking Zayn strolled down the stairs with a towel hanging around his waist and soap in his dark hair. "Power's out, hmm, right. Let's see, flashlights," Cece mumbled before walking off slowly towards the kitchen. It took a minute or so but she managed to find the junk drawer without hurting herself. Inside it were three flashlights in which she grabbed and made sure all of them worked. Perfect. After picking out the pink one she flicked it on and made her way back to the living room where she set one down on the coffee table and handed the other one to Zayn. "I assume you'll need that to go back upstairs and change," She spoke before the boy nodded gratefully and rushed back up the stairs now with a light. Not moments later there was the sound of footsteps and a bit of stumbling before the other two from upstairs appeared.

..... "I was in the middle of beating Niall at footy and then the screen went black, I thought I broke it." Liam spoke with with a small chuckle that made Cece roll her eyes. The blonde nodded before looking around the room. It was still fairly lit as the fire was still going but other then that it was pretty dark. Quietly Niall asked about how it was the power went out. She had to bite down on her lip to keep from snickering at the fact he had no clue. Casually she strolled over to the window and looked outside only to turn back to the group. "Well, considering there's like, half a foot of snow outside so far I'm guessing that's the answer. In the meantime we'll just have to figure something else to do until the power comes back on," She spoke with a small smirk before taking a seat back in the love seat she'd been sitting at before. What could they do? Most things took power. Video games, TV, movies, baking. They could always play silly camp games if they couldn't think of anything else. "What about a sing-along? I know this isn't a campfire but.." Niall called out with a little shrug of his shoulders. She nodded thoughtfully and was about to speak up when Louis beat her to it. "Niall that's completely- Well- Actually- It's not that bad of an idea, way to go," The brunette complemented his friend who happily accepted it. By this point in time both Liam and Niall had migrated over to the couch and plopped down - followed by Zayn who came down the stairs finally dressed with a towel upon his head. She had to admit it was a pretty good idea and it didn't require any sort of power. Just a beat and their voices.

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ooc ; it has been like years since I've posted. sah sorry. I'll edit pretty soon. c:
finally done with shiloh's. sorry, I've been on and off all day. should have harry's up soon. cx
done. finally. so sorry. I suck. I know. Dx

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

..... Harry couldn't help but grin at the blonde gal's mock enthusiasm and confidence at winning the competition between them, as he readied himself for dancing. He was prepared enough when the song began that he actually managed to score perfects on the first few moved, but then after that everything went downhill. He didn't look awful while dancing, as he was doing moves and things - swinging his hips, kicking his feet occasionally, flipping the curls on his head - they just weren't the right moves. At all. A couple times the lad actually made up a couple of steps when he didn't know something, his eyes falling onto Cece as she danced beside him. He watched a couple of her screw-ups and let out a loud chuckle, purposely letting his fingertip flick one of the strands of her hair that was moving as she did. "You're a natural!" He told her rather teasingly, obviously being sarcastic, but in a sweet way. He wasn't too fond of sarcasm - finding it rude unless it came from Louis - but he decided it was approapriately used here. At least he was being sweet and cheeky about it. He continued to dance goofily to the music as the song neared it's end. He wasn't an awful dancer- not when he had steps laid out for him, and had a chance to practice them a thousand times before a performance. But if he was put on the spot and asked to dance, he wasn't very good. He would look decent, but if he was asked to follow certain moves he was - well, - screwed. He couldn't follow steps worth a damn. And this was made rather obvious by how he was dancing at the moment. He let out a small laugh, this time at himself, as he almost tripped over his own foot, which would have resulted in crashing down onto his face. He did, though, manage to catch himself in time, quickly taking a step forward so he didn't tip over. He rolled his eyes, continuing to dance until the song ended. He actually surprised himself by being out of breath. Hey, looking dumb takes a lot of effort, yeah?

..... Harry headed over to the loveseat where Louis was sitting with Shiloh, and had reached out to hand the remote back to the other lad when the lights above them flickered, before going out. His brows furrowed, and he parted his jaws in question, only for his words to be cut off by a high-pitched squeal from the rooms above, before thudding footsteps announced a half-naked Zayn's entrance to the room. Harry at first just smirked, covering his lips with his fingers, but when Shiloh let out her laughter, Harry did the same, openly laughing at Zayn, still containing soap in his hair. Oh, how he wished he could tweet a picture of that. But then again he would be loaded down with questions of where he was and whose house they were in, and who the blonde in the background was. And he didn't want any of their hostesses to recieve any bad publicity for just being nice to them. So he refrained from snapping a picture, and just continued to snicker, watching as Cecilia handed him a flashlight, and dashed back upstairs. He shook his head with a roll of his eyes, looking around the room. "So, what do we do now?" He asked the company, as Niall and Liam headed in, speaking of the tv going out. He looked first at Shiloh, who didn't seem to be willing to put any opinions forth, and then to Cece. He nodded at her words of the storm being the cause, looking around again. He raised his eyebrows as Niall spoke, expecting something rather immature or goofy to come from his lips. Of course, a sing-along wasn't exactly the most grown-up thing that they could be doing, but it was still a decent idea. He nodded in agreement to Louis' encouragement, giving the blonde a little thumbs up.

..... Harry decided to just flop back down on the second loveseat he had been sharing with Cece, knowing that he wanted to be the nearest when she sang. He flicked his gaze from Shiloh, to Niall, then to Louis, and then back to Cece. "You need help starting a fire, or anything?" He asked her, slowly standing back up to his feet, to show that he was willing to help out with whatever was needed. Hell, they had allowed five strangers into their house for the night; the least he could do was be useful. He flicked his gaze to the fireplace that was in the center of all the couches and loveseats, then back to Cece with a warm smile. Although, it would most likely get a bit cold in the house with the power off. A fire would be useful for more than just light.

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

....."I dabble," was Shiloh's frist response when Louis inquired if she, too, was a prankster or not. She would admit, though, that she was a bit out of practice. She loved pulling pranks and jokes on other people - especially her blonde friend - but it had been a while since she had gotten a good joke on anyone. Working at the cafe, plus her dancing job at Tiffany's was sort of taking up her time. But, now that she had a bit of free time on her hands - for the moment, at least - maybe she and Louis could actually pull something off. The girl's eyes flicked up momentarily to the two dancing, completely unaware of their schemes. She cracked a small grin at Cece's dance moves, which actually weren't too bad, not compared to the boy at her side, anyway. Harry was moving his feet clumsily, actually stumbling over them a couple of times, getting all of the moves wrong, although he actually looked comically suave while doing it. He was smoothly clumsy, if that made any sense. Shiloh just let out a light laugh and rolled her eyes. But hey, she couldn't judge just because she was an adequate dancer. She might be able to hit a couple of notes, but she wasn't really the singer - not at Cece's level anyway. I mean, sure, she'd sing or hum to herself while she worked, but it wasn't good. Her friend could be a superstar. She really could. Actually, Shiloh had tried to convince the girl to go out for American Idol a couple of times, but the blonde had refused. And of course, her friend had done the same for her, trying to get her to audition for So You Think You Can Dance. But, although being famous had it's perks - traveling being the main one for Shiloh - she's not really sure if that's what she wanted. Take the guy sitting beside her for example, or his curly friend. They were adored by tons of girls, but they were also made fun of and picked on by most guys, who assumed them gay, or attention-hoggers. Honestly, she had agreed with them. Not the gay part, of course not - she would admit they were too cute to be homosexual - but the attention craving bits. She had thought that the bamd was one of those stereotypical, seemingly-perfect boybands. Just in it for the money and attention. Although, now, she was beginning to change her mind. About Louis, anyway. He seemed.. genuine.

..... Shiloh returned her attention to such boy as he spoke to her again, this time inquiring if she had any ideas for the prank they planned to pull. "Hm," she mumbled, clicking ehr tongue against the back of her teeth in thought. She could think of all the basic ways to scare them, just jumping out at them, or pretending like they saw something, or, a whole bunch of other things. But she hadn't pulled a prank in a while; Shiloh wanted this one to be more than just a classic. Something memorable. "I'll get back to you on that," she told him with a shrug, deciding to think on it. Maybe if they both sorta pitched ideas in, they would come up with something pretty good. Although, they couldn't exactly do that with the other two right there. She watched their less-than-awful dance moves with the corners of her lips curling up in a small grin, trying to think of a way to prank the both of them at the same time. With two people, there was always the option of locking them together in a room of closet - she had actually been a victim of that a couple times. It wasn't scary, just funny to see how it would turn out. Although that was a bit less original than she would like. She continued to think, her eyes moving back over to Louis as he gave her a small nod. Her respect level was immediately lifted towards him. Most people, even Cecilia at first, had tried to shower her with remorse and regrets for her mother's passing, giving long apologies and things, that had just frustrated her more. Now, though, they didn't bother her as much - she had grown used to them over the years - but it was still nice to find someone with a bit of dignity as to where they just gave slight reassurance, not anything over the top. It was refreshing. This made her smile faintly, along with his excuse for his slight skill in dancing. She laughed quietly at the last part of his statement, and nodded. She had watched - or, rather, been forced to watch - a few of the videos of the band's concerts with Cece, and she could tell that they had all been assigned certain places to stand, and to walk in step in some places. Of course, for once, she didn't have anything to say negative about that. It looked better for them all to be walking in one direction. Pun intended.

..... She parted her lips to speak to Louis again when the music stopped across the room, and Shiloh looked up just in time to see the television turn black, along with all of the lights in the house. Now, some sissy girls could have taken such an opportunity to cling to the lad beside them, but Shiloh did no such thing. She just looked around, her eyebrows furrowed. She was going to agree that the snow outside was the reason for this, but was cut off by a rather feminine scream coming from upstairs that couldn't have belonged to anyone but the lad in the shower. She let out a loud, genuine laugh as Zayn dashed down the stairs, a towel around his waist, and suds still in his hair. She actually had to hold her stomach as she laughed at the sight of him, shaking her head. She watched as her blonde friend headed across the room, grabbing flashlights, and handing one of them to the poor half-naked boy, who then trudged back upstairs. Her eyes flicked to Liam and Niall as they entered the room, smiling gently at their words, the grin only growing at the thought of a sing-along. She had caught the end of Cecilia's conversation with Harry earlier, and this would give her a chance to show of her voice to the boy she subtly idolized. "A sing-along sounds good," she said with a small, knowing smirk in Cece's direction. She would set her friend up with Harry Styles, or die trying. Hell, even if she wasn't ever getting out of their little town, her friend could. "You play, right?" Shiloh asked Niall, trying to sound as if she had a bit of knowledge about the band. Of course, she had seen Little Things, in which all of them were playing something, and she was pretty sure she had seen the blonde lad with a guitar in his hands. She wasn't a great singer - nothing in comparrison to Cece - but she would at least hum to the tune of whatever they decided to sing.

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ooc: wow. i suck. finally done.

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..... Louis nodded his head thoughtfully as he let his mind wander again to the pranking. Yeah it would probably have to wait a bit because if he was honest Harry seemed a bit preoccupied to even notice if he were to pull a simple prank as a fake spider on the lad. Something big and memorable would no doubt grab everyone's attention. Though he knew he couldn't do it alone and that required Shiloh and himself to discuss it somewhere away from both Cece and Harry. It was possible they could skip out on the sing-along but that would be highly sketchy as Louis loved singing - his friends were sure to pick up on it so that idea was out. Maybe he'd just wait until later that night or the next morning to plot things out with his new partner in crime. "Sounds like a plan, we'll discuss this later," He spoke in a hushed tone before turning to face the group yet again. Admittedly he was comfortable where he was seated next to the brunette girl. As the time went by she had seemed to calm down quite a bit in the means of being a little hostile. It didn't really bug him all that much that she wasn't a fan - sure it would have been nice - but it's not like you could get everyone to like you anyways. He knew he certainly did not like everyone on the planet - nowhere close to it either. So far he didn't mind being in the house - he rather enjoyed it instead. Nice people, good food, fun things to do, definitely a lot better than a cold bus. Still the brunette reminded himself that at some point in the morning they needed to at least attempt to contact someone of some sort. Twitcam, Skype, or something. Just so everyone knew they were alright. Whether the girls decided to join in it with them was their choice - though that could possibly be a bad idea. It would either cause good publicity, bad publicity, or both. There was no way around it that it would cause some sort of drama though - however he had a feeling that at least one of them had to go on camera as evidence to management that they weren't locked away and being forced to say they were fine when they indeed were not. The thought frightened him a little - what if it hadn't been two nice young ladies to answer the door? but rather some psycho who held them at ransom? The possibility only made him more glad it had been Cece and Shiloh who had answered the door.

..... The twenty-one year old's attention was brought back to the group as the blonde requested his help for something. It took him a moment to process it as he hadn't really been paying attention but he finally got it. She had asked him to go upstairs and into the hallway closet to retrieve a few blankets so that everyone could keep fairly warm. Good idea - plus they needed blankets eventually anyways. "Sure, be right back," Louis spoke before grabbing a flashlight off the table and turning it on before trudging up the stairs one by one. At the top of the stairs he ran into his now dressed dark haired friend, Zayn. "Mind helping me?" He asked and the lad just simply nodded before the two walked down the hallway to the end where the closet was located. Now a normal person would just open it with no issues but he on the other hand was not normal and decided on waiting a moment reluctantly. As a child he had always been somewhat afraid of the monsters in the closet. Looking back on it now he thought it seemed rather childish of himself to think such things. He almost laughed about it. Reaching out he pulled on the handle and opened the door to reveal a decent amount of blankets and towels of assorted colors. "I've got to grab Harry an orange one, he'll love it," Louis told Zayn before grabbing it along with blankets that were pink, purple, blue, and green. That'd be enough right? They were pretty big after all - five should do. If anything Niall and Liam could share and he and Harry could as well so that everyone else got their own if that was how everyone wanted it. He really didn't care - he just wanted to be warm and cozy. Quickly the two headed back down the stairs where they set the blankets in a pile in front of everyone rather clumsily. "I only found five, the rest are probably in bedrooms or in the laundry I'm guessing. Uh - I don't really mind how the whole issue is sorted out - as long as I don't freeze my bum off I'm good." He spoke before taking his seat back next to Shiloh. It hadn't escaped his notice that both Harry and Cece were gone as well as a flashlight. He had the urge to say some dirty and perverted comment about that situation but refrained from it as he did know they were simply going to get firewood. Duh.

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[ crush: uhm.. well.. ] → [ mood: positive ] → [ where: her living room ] → [ with: shiloh & the boys ] → [ tagged: everyone ]

..... Cecilia nodded her head a little in thought. She'd probably need help starting the fire. Despite how many times she'd been out camping with relatives locally she still wasn't the best at it all by herself. Perhaps having Harry help her go get the firewood from the garage and whatnot was a good idea. "Ah - yes please. Uhm, firewood would be lovely. If you'll just follow me - it's in the garage." She spoke before picking up a flashlight off the little table and flicking it on. It didn't take long for the blonde to reach the garage with the slight help of the flashlight. However she wasn't paying enough attention as she tripped over something under her feet which caused herself to fall flat on her butt. She winced in slight pain but made an effort not to complain about it. Normally yes she'd be fussy but considering it was only a small fall it seemed a bit childish. Besides - she was clumsy. She knew that. Everyone did. Reluctantly she got to her feet after picking up the flashlight before dusting herself off a little. "I'm alright," The blonde joked lightly before wandering over to the giant stack of firewood. With the supply they had it could nearly last the whole cold season if she did it right. That was a good thing too - Cece wasn't really capable of chopping down a tree so she'd have to go buy more if she ever did run out. Gently she ran a hand through her soft hair as she absentmindedly recalled how the curly headed boy had messed with it while teasing her earlier. She probably would have teased him right back but she was a bit too focused on her dancing at the time of it happening. "I think if we each carry two pieces the fire will be good for awhile. They're big pieces, so.." She stated before eyeing the wood. If she picked a piece up in each hand that would leave no place for the flashlight. Oh well - no matter. She'd figure something out regardless if she looked silly or not. "If you wish to live Curly I do suggest you not laugh at what I'm about to do," Cece warned before smirking slightly. Rather than sticking the flashlight down her top like most other girls would she had it grasped between her teeth. There was no doubt she looked utterly foolish but she didn't mind much. After waiting for him to grab the pieces of wood he needed to carry she returned to the living room. Niall seemed to burst out into laughter which was no surprise. The blonde female just disregarded him before setting the wood into the fire pit type structure and removing the light from her mouth.

..... "No one is to speak of that. Ever." Cecilia said before shooting Shiloh a glance. She knew that of all people it would be her to tease her about it the most - at least that's how she processed it to be. It didn't take much to get the fire going seeing as it still had some hot coals from earlier in it. Though when Harry added the two pieces he was carrying it would get it burning even better. For a moment she glanced down at her hands which could now be seen by just the fire light. They were a little covered in wood flakes and dirt. No matter - after dusting them on her red plaid pajama bottoms she was good to go. Cheerfully the blonde took a seat back where she'd been sitting before on the second love seat. Her hazel eyes flickered around the room. The two dogs were cuddled up under the television which was on the wall on their beds. It was quite an adorable sight but nothing she hadn't seen before. Before playing the game she had put Sonic in his cage so he was probably asleep by then. Who knows how long that would last though once the singing started. "So - what song first guys?" Niall asked with a little chuckle as he grabbed his guitar out of it's case and returned to the couch he'd been sitting on with Liam and Zayn. "Something Leona Lewis," Liam commented shamelessly. "Or maybe a little 'Man in the Mirror'. Michael Jackson is always good." Those two comments caused Cece to smirk. Likely answers from those two. Niall had also popped off about Michael Buble while Louis went on about The Fray. It seemed as if everyone had something else they wanted to go about singing. Perhaps though they could compromise on something. "Well, I like Ed Sheeran. Maybe like, uh, 'Kiss Me' 'The A Team' or 'Lego House'?" She spoke with a little shrug. Perhaps the idea would work - perhaps not. Whatever they went with she was sure she'd probably know it anyways - having a large iTunes playlist came in handy time to time.

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ooc ; I'm posting. finally. I'm so sorry I haven't gotten around to it earlier. and, this post will be much shorter than our previous. but I will have up a post tonight, nevertheless. c:
done. they're short, I warned you. xc

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

..... harry nodded, his curls swaying a bit as he did so, following after cece out towards the garage. they had only just entered the other room, and he had looked back as he heard louis say he was leaving; when he turned back around, he wasn't expecting to see the blonde girl having fallen to the ground. he immediately ducked forward, his eyes wide. "oh, god, uhm," he mumbled, hurridely wrapping his arms around the underside of her own, his forearms curled underneath her armpits, assisting in lifting her up, as she said something about being okay. he released her once she was back to her feet, watching her dust herself off. god, harry, it's not as if she fell on a knife. he thought to himself, guessing his haste actions looked a bit peculiar. oh well. as she spoke again, harry eyebrows rose in question, but he was soon met with an exlanation of her words. he didn't laugh out loud, just chuckled in the back of his throat - that sort of cracking sound - a smirk ever-present on his lips. "m'not laughing - it's stylish." he said quite teasingly, his left dimple obviously showing. after picking up his own two pieces of wood, he strolled after her into the living room, hearing niall's chuckle, from where he was cuddled underneath a green blanket. he glanced at zayn, who had a blue one, and then liam, who had regrettably taken the pink blanket. orange and purple were what were left to choose from. he glanced at louis and shiloh, sitting on the loveseat, blanketless. he rolled his eyes with a small smile, following after cec and placing the logs in the fireplace. he waited until the fire was started before flopping back down with her on their own loveseat - but not without grabbing the two blankets first. it probably looked as if he was going to keep them for himself and cecilia, but that wasn't the case. "looks like we'll have to share." he said with a small shrug and a smile, tugging the blanket up over his own legs, and cece's, making sure that she had plenty. he looked over at the two across from them, and tossed the lavender blanket right to shiloh, purposefully blocking her view. "and so will the two of you," he added on rather cheekily, waggling his eyebrows at his friend while shiloh wasn't looking. he had seen the brunette flashing teasing looks to cecilia about her, and himself. so why couldn't he do the same to louis and shiloh? he didn't see a reason why not. as the group began debating over the songs, he stayed quiet. he liked most of who came up, but a smile came to his lips at the mention of ed sheeran. he and the lad were actually quite close. "kiss me." he said almost instinctively, since it was his favorite, by far. he glanced at cece, then the others, waiting on some sort of approval. he just wanted to hear the girl beside him sing - the song choice mattered very little.

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

.....shiloh nodded at louis' words, clearly seeing the under-lying meaning. they couldn't very well talk about pranking the other two right in front of them - hell, that'd give them away immediately. she and the blue-eyed boy could chat about their plans later, when there weren't so many open ears around. she watched as harry and cece left the room, in search of some firewood, and then glanced to her side, as louis stood, taking zayn with him on a search to find some blankets. she sat still for a moment, glancing at niall and liam, who seemed content on doing nothing, and rolled her eyes - but not in a rude way. a playful one, which actually surprised herself. "c'mon, help me get drinks for everyone." she said lightly to the two lads, who looked a bit startled at her request, but got up anyway. shiloh strolled into cecilia's kitchen like it was her own home, and started rummaging through the frigde. her friend kept an assortement of flavored soda, in all kinds and colors. and, since four of the others were out doing other things, and she couldn't very well ask them what flavor they preffered, she just grabbed one of each, which actually evened up at seven, believe it or not. she let liam carry three, and she and niall had two appiece. "just sit them on the table, you can take whichever you'd like." she told them with a small smile, as she grabbed the lavender-shaded one for herself. it worked out well that purple was her favorite color, and grape was her favorite flavor in most things. she took a sip of the drink just as louis returned with a stack of blankets. she watched him plop them down, and niall and liam wasted no time taking one for each of themselves, and then zayn did the same. she didn't take one yet, waiting on harry and cece to return before being choosy. sure, she could use a blanket, but she wasn't going to put her own needs first - never had, never would. after a couple more minutes, harry and cece headed back in, abound with firewood, which they placed in the fireplace. she smirked at her friend, with the flashlight between her teeth, but refrained from saying anything. the humiliation would come later, she thought, when their prank fell into place. she glanced up as a blanket was tossed at her and louis - in her face, quite frankly - and glanced at the lad beside her with a shrug. whereas cece might be a bit embarrassed to be sharing a blanket with harry, or might find it a little corny, shiloh didn't mind. she wasn't one to easily become flustered. she took the blanket - the lavender one, coincedentally - and tugged it over the two of them, making sure that louis had enough to cover himself. she listened as the others debated song choices, not really minding, although she did nod in agreement to both the fray, and ed sheeran. she loved both.