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                                            Today was the day Naomi was going to Paris. The girl was actually pretty excited to be completely honest. I mean, Paris was her dream destination to visit, but with the way money was around her house it wasn’t really an option. Her family just didn’t have that kind of money and time to go on a vacation, and if they did then their vacation would be to Massachusetts or New Jersey, or somewhere nearby. Somewhere they could drive to, spend the weekend, and that was it. Straight back home, so hearing that her friends had entered her into a sweepstakes to win a vacation to Paris, she - at first - was pretty unsure. She knew she wanted to go, but she felt a bit bad that they felt like they had to that for her. She didn’t like accepting gifts from people at all, but when word came that she had won she was pretty ecstatic. The action was done and it wasn’t like she could take it back now, right. Plus, her friends were pushing her to go. They said she deserved it and if she didn’t go that she would be missing out on a huge opportunity for herself. After a small bit of convincing, Naomi agreed to the thought, but that was before she heard about a catch…well…five catches. Those boys from One Direction were going to be there and that was a bit of upsetting news for Nammi. She wanted nothing to do with the boys. She thought they were horrible divas and she did not want to deal with any of that at all. Hearing that news from her friends, Naomi was almost contemplating on not going to the trip, but the more she thought about it she figured a free trip to Paris was worth it. She’d put up with a couple premadonnas if she had to. It was kind of the only choice she had, right?

                                            “Do you have everything?” Naomi’s father called to her. She looked down to her bags and then quickly to her neck, allowing her fingertips to touch the small heart that laid on her chest. She nodded towards him with a small smile. Her parents were a little skeptical about letting their little girl go all the way on the other side of the world for a while. They were actually a bit afraid that they’d lose her like her older sister, Carly, so long ago. That was a reason Naomi always had to make sure she had her locket on. It had a picture of her sister in it. The other side empty, but she refused to put anything else in it beside her older sister. No one compared to her and that was the reason she wore it everyday. Her sister was so beautiful and perfect, but sadly she was no longer with them anymore. It killed Nammi, but she moved along one day at a time. It was all she could really do, right? “I’m going to miss you.” She told him softly as she went over to her father and gave him a tight hug. “Please tell Mom that I love her and I will miss her.” He nodded as they slowly pulled away from their hold. Mrs. Clearwater always seemed to be working. Naomi was actually a bit surprised that her dad was able to get the day off to watch her depart for Paris. He wasn‘t taking her to the airport, her friends begged to take her themselves, but it was still nice to have someone hug and tell that you they loved you..That was always really nice. Hearing a car horn go off soon afterwards Naomi gave her father a final wave before going out to her friend’s car. They were all really excited and began talking about the trip as if it were them that were going. The young girl just smiled and nodded towards them before looking out the window at her house. She was leaving her home of New York and over to the beautiful country of France. It was sure to be a beautiful place, but that was the only positive she could see out of this. There would be those horrid boys and some other girls that she was sure would hate her once she walked in. Hopefully everyone just let her do her own thing. That would be nice.

                                            ~Plane ride to Paris! Do-Do-Do~


                                            She was right. Paris was absolutely beautiful like she wouldn't believe. It was everything she expected it to be and more. Just looking at the scenery around her, she knew that there were so many things she could do to just enjoy all that was laid out for her. For a while all she did was stare at it in awe. She just couldn't believe she was here, in the city of love and all of its glory. This really was a sight to see, and lucky her, here she was. "This is amazing." She breathed out as she looked around to all the things around her, a small smile on her face as she did. Nothing this great ever happens to me. I'll have to thank the girls again when I get back. she mentally reminded herself before finally taking a few steps around the area, but that was when she remembered she had to drop her bags off before anything. Might as well, right? Don't want to be lugging around luggage with you all day, right? Releasing a sigh that quickly turned into a small smile, Naomi called for a taxi to take her to her designated area: a hotel in Paris. She laid her chin in her hand as she just stared out the window to the outside world. This was it! Paris, France, and she couldn't believe she was there. It was just a surreal moment. Nothing could make this trip too bad, right? It had to be good. It was going to be good. It just had to be...

                                            Arriving at the fancy hotel, Naomi thanked the driver and gave him some money before exiting. Why did everything in Paris have to be so beautiful? The hotel was even gorgeous on the outside looking in, but the inside was that much and more. She just couldn't believe it. After walking in she got checked in and was given her room number and key. She thanked the man behind the desk and made her way to the elevator to go up to her room. Once at her room she opened the door and was in slight awe. It was a beautiful, beautiful room and she felt so blessed to be in it. She didn’t deserve all of this. This kind of stuff never happened to her, but here she was in this beautiful hotel room in Paris, France. It was like a crazy dream, and one she didn’t want to wake up from. The only thing that wasn’t too great about this trip was One Direction. Not only did she have to stay with them in Paris, but four other girls. Which wasn’t necessarily bad - the girls- but she was terrible with meeting new people. Damn, and then there was that banquet thing. It seemed like every good thing had a downside to it. Just her luck.

                                            Letting out a sigh, Naomi went straight to a bed and placed her bags upon it. She hoped her roommates didn’t mind her choosing a bed so quickly. She just wanted to get settled before anyone showed up. How awkward would that be?




{OOC: Naomi's Outfit // First Post is...a first post xD
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                                      Paris, France. The fabulous city was beyond Ryan's imagination. Everywhere she looked, something more fascinating and beautiful caught her attention. The airport itself had been a work of art and Ryan had wanted to stay, get lost, and never go home. She would have gotten away with it hadn't her handler caught up to her and ushered her to the vehicle which she was riding in the back of. Even the car was a work of art for Ryan, who for years has spent her life in the wrong side of poverty. If it wasn't for her best friend and her manager giving her a break, she'd been living out of her guitar case. While she made decent money working at the Starbucks around the corner from where she lived, Ryan had horrible money management skills and tended to waste everything she had on her dream of being a musician. Of course, Ryan didn't see it that way, but she hardly ever saw the harm in reaching for what she wanted. Call it a fatal flaw, but it was Ryan to the core.

                                      As the car drove further away from the airport, the tiny wanna-be musician began thinking about what life would be life for the next while. After winning the contest, Ryan had been flying high. Her usual child-like character was on hyper drive as she excited talked to anyone that would listen to her. The closer it got to departure, the more animated the brunette came about her trip. Paris. She couldn't believe she was in The City of Love. Wiggling in her seat with excitement, she wondered what the other girls would be like and her boys. Hopefully she wouldn't be the worst fan-girl there-- though it was bound to happen. Ryan had been following them since that wonderful audition as a band. Love at first note, as she called it.

                                      Her hands gripped tightly as the car came to a stop in front of a lovely hotel, showing it's age and luxury just at the door. "Oh, this place is huge," she spoke aloud as the door opened for her to step out. Gracefully, she excited the town car and smiled sweetly at the driver, thanking him silently for the help. He held out the strap to her backpack and then the handle for her suitcase. "Thank you," she finally managed before he nodded and went to get into the car. As it drove away, she just stood outside, admiring the building. Finally, taking a deep breath, she slung her guitar case over her back and picked up her two bags.

                                      Everything next was a blur of beauty and excited nerves as she rode the elevator to her pent house suite and listened to a task coordinator babble about the banquet that was tonight. Her brain registered for her to dress nice and do her makeup, which made Ryan's face color. So the yoga pants, tank top, and messy bun had been a bad idea for the first arrival. Gathering her bottom lip between her teeth, she pulled at the skin until she tasted blood and winced. As the doors opened to a massive suite, Ryan heard the woman change gears and shove a paper in her hand.

                                      "Here is the schedule for tonight. I'll be back tomorrow morning with more. Good night," the woman said as doors closed, leaving Ryan in the entry way and the woman in the elevator. Heaving a sigh, she folded the paper and zipped it into her backpack before going to find the room she'd been assigned. She heard something about a girl name Scarlett that she'd be sharing with. That was more than okay with Ryan, since it gave her a chance to make a friend here.

                                      "Hello!" she called out as she stopped in her bedroom and claimed the one of two beds in the room. She stuck her head out and looked for a female body, brows furrowed until she saw a raven haired female standing on the balcony. With her guitar case still on her back, she went to stand behind the unknown female, off to the side. "Hi," she greeted quietly, hoping she wasn't interrupting the girl in anything important. "Are you one of the contest winners?"

                                      tab tab ( outofcharacter ) & ( talking ) first post was better than i thought. hehe. c:
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                                                    Melody huffed her hair over her shoulders and narrowed her eyes. A sigh escaped her pink lips. Grabbing the curler once more, she combed a section of her hair back and began curling. Yet, no matter how much she curled and curled, it always fell out of the ringlets. "Curse straight hair," she muttered, putting the curling iron back on the counter and turning it off. Always having a plan B, Melody unplugged the curler and replaced it with the straightening iron. It took her only about ten minutes for her hair to be straight, the "curls" now completley gone. She finally realized she had been in the bathroom for more than an hour. The brunette shook her head, and laughed at her self mentally. Hair can do a lot to a girl.

                                                    Mel turned the straightener off and the light, then left the bathroom. She approached the small kitchen area and propped her hip against one of the counters. Her thoughts roamed over to a large sort of things, all in different varieties. What would I wear to the banquet, would the boys even like me, did the girls already hate me? Her thoughts were unnerving her, causing the girl to start to panic slightly. She opened up a cabinet, grabbed a paper cup, and filled it with tap water, hoping for it to calm her. Melody took a couple sips, focusing on one thought and one thought only: clothes.

                                                    She left her place in the kitchen and threw her now empty cup of water away into the trash bin. Mel moved quickly to her suitcase that was placed roughly an hour ago on the bathroom floor, and started pulling out some of the folded clothes. She knew exactly what she was looking for. Her hands moved over different fabrics, different articles of clothing until she felt the soft, peachy colored material. A smile crossed her face as she pulled it out of the suitcase. She folded the rest of the clothes she had taken out and put them back in the bag. She uncreased the dress, then put it over her arm as she moved away from the mirror. Her clothes were off in a matter of seconds, and the dress was curved onto her body, replacing what was once there. She fluffed the bottom of the dress out, and put her hair over her shoulders. Melody grabbed a couple of gold bracelets, and a golden ring with a tiny, tan-white rose on the front. She then got her shoes, a peachy-pink pair of heels, and put them onto her feet. Taking a deep breath she moved in front of her mirror.

                                                    She examined how she looked. The outfit was beautiful. She couldn't lie. Melody loved how the colors corresponded together, how the bracelets accented the dress. She smiled and went back to her suitcase. Her fingers zipped it up, and she then slid it back into it's messy position. The brunette then left to the mirror once again. In her hands she held lip gloss, concealer, mascara, eye liner, and eye shadow. She added the concealer to the bridge of her nose, and her cheeks. She blended it in, and then moved onto the eye liner, which she applied to the bottom and top lid. Next was the mascara, then the shadow, which was just a faint brown, with a little pink. Finally, Melody put on peach lip gloss to finish. She popped her lips and then exited the room, leaving her make-up lying on top of her suitcase. She wasn't the most organized, was she?

                                                    Melody finally left the bathroom once she heard the sound of a door opening and then closing. A giddy smile appeared on her lips as she ran down the small little hall. Her eyes popped around, searching for her roomate. She almost passed the bedroom, but did a double take as she saw a lovely looking red-haired female. Stumbling from the sudden stop, Melody went hurling backwards. No matter how hard she flung her hands to try and catch herself, she still landed on the ground. Her hair was sprawled out on the floor, as was the rest of her body. She turned her head slightly before looking back at the girl. "Good first impression, huh?" Melody spoke, and then grunted as she pulled herself up. "Hi, I'm Melody." After readjusting her dress and hair, she smiled at the girl.

                                                    ooc sorry, I wrote this before anyone posted. and then I get on, and everyone posted. xD so i had to rewrite it and so yeah. what i'm saying is, no excuses, this sucks. c:
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                                                            Scarlett had been standing there for what seemed like forever. She hadn't remembered feeling so at peace for a while, to just look and appreciate the world as it was even if it was handing her an unfair reality. Her doctors believed that it was her optimism that had gotten her so far. While her parents were a mess dealing with everything, Scarlett had remained strong especially when it was supposed to be the other way around. To Scarlett, she was nothing but lucky. She was fortunate to have surpassed the time that the doctors had allotted for her. She was nothing but thankful for this extra time God had granted her. If her time really was up in less than a year now, she would go willingly. Her thoughts were interrupted by a quick screeching of the balcony door. Taking one last look, Scarlett turned on her heels in surprise at the girl that had just appeared. Scarlett had thought she had been alone but it was nice to know there was someone else around. She smiled lightly, with a small gesture of her hand. "Guilty as charged."

                                                            Scarlett dropped her hand to her side, leaning against the balcony railing. Her eyes wandering up and down the girl’s body in a quick assessment. For the most part she looked normal. But if anything was true, Scarlett would be the first to advocating not judging a book by its cover. There was always so much more beneath the skin. She stuck her hand out feeling a bit awkward, "Scarlett." After the girl introduced herself as Ryan, Scarlett made for the door realizing that she had lost track of time. There was only an hour or so to get ready for the banquet dinner and she hadn't even started. Walking inside, Scarlett eyed a girl holding a peach looking dress walking about. She had to admit, she loved the color. Realizing she was slightly staring at the girl, Scarlett looked up from the dress to the girls face. "That dress is beautiful. It'll go great with your eyes." She walked past the girl and past a red head to what she assumed was her room. Out of the corner of her eye, Scarlett noticed a suitcase on the ground next to the bed opposite hers. So her roommate was already here. Faintly, she wondered who it would be even though she didn’t have a preference; though, she was too busy worrying about what to wear. Scarlett pulled out a dress that she had specifically picked out for the banquet dinner, but as she held it out in front of her, she was beginning to think that it was too much.

                                                            Swiftly, she began to dig around for something else that was less risky. Sure, the dress did show off her small curves and had a low back, but she wasn’t sure if she had bruised recently. She had gone back to bruising easily ever since the disease had reappeared. Scarlett dropped the dress onto the bed before half jogging off to the bathroom where she locked the door and began to strip her shirt off so that she was in nothing but a bra. She turned so that her back was facing the mirror, and her head turned so that she was looking over her shoulder into the mirror. Damnit. She silently cursed, stomping her foot lightly. There were a few traces of bruises, though they were mostly towards her sides, not exactly in the middle. Pulling at her skin lightly, Scarlett decided not to let what was on the outside rule her. She would wear the dress and do her best at hiding her back. Though she was worried some people may take it the wrong way, like physical abuse or something. Scarlett tugged her shirt back on before sprinting back to the room where Ryan was already standing. Assuming that the girl was her roommate, Scarlett gave her a small smile once again. ”Have you picked out what you’re going to wear yet?”


                                                            ooc; Banquet Outfit



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                                                  Back in Paris, France. Lovely. It's good that he knows a bit of French, but honestly, he isn't fluent, so he doesn't speak much of it. Or at least tries not to. Sometimes he does, getting cocky, then makes a huge arse of himself. Happened more than once. Five times. Harry isn't the smartest lad in the world. Louis likes to remind him of that though, so there's that. At least Paris is a beautiful city. The city of love and whatnot. Love is good. It never really seems to work out well for him.. Not that he's complaining. Or, he is, but would never voice it to anyone else but the other lads... Maybe not Niall. He has a loud mouth. Damn little Irishman.

                                                  Harry sighed heavily, frowning at his reflection in the mirror. He felt like he had dressed up too much, but then not enough at the same time. Taking off his blazer, he did a small turn in the mirror, checking himself out from the waist up. Hey, guys worry about how they look too. Louis! I'm having a crisis! He called for the other male, waiting until he came into the room before turning to face him. Louis always looked good, and it was really, really infuriating. Lou, honestly. Jacket? No jacket? Help me! Shoving the blazer into Louis' hands, he used the heel of his palm and rubbed harshly at his eyes, frustration showing.

                                                  In the end, they decided that Harry should wear the blazer, so he threw it on with a small grin, an arm around Louis' shoulders as he led him into the other lads' room. Good thing about being Louis and Harry, they nearly always shared a room at the hotel. They get along so well; it just fits. He likes it more that way too. Niall always likes to stay up a lot later than they should, eating and watching TV - generally being a huge pain. And then there's Zayn, who wouldn't wake up for a damn earthquake. Liam is so nice and kind and he'd love to bunk with Liam more often, but Louis is Louis.. No one can say no to that lovely face, right?

                                                  As he entered into the room, the first thing he noticed was the huge lump still laying underneath the blankets. Breathing, thankfully, but still asleep. And Harry was going to have none of that. He gave the other two a quick smile, going straight to the bed where the blonde was, it has to be Niall, Liam and Zayn are standing right there, and ripping the sheets back. Harry slowly, gently, carefully brought himself onto the bed, knees on either side of Niall's waist and arms sitting on his shoulders. He leaned down, lips to Niall's ear, and screamed WHY ARE YOU STILL SLEEPING!? As loud as he could, without risking damaging the lad's eardrum more than it already was,before he was suddenly pushed off by said lad. Damn, he had some muscles on him. He laughed despite the pain shooting up his tailbone, watching as Niall grew angry from being awaken so rudely.

                                                  After getting himself off the ground, trying to avoid the blonde's line of fire, he found Zayn's side, joining him in the view of the mirror. You look gorgeous, as always. He reassured him. Harry brought his hand up, poking the lad in the cheek before setting his chin on Zayn's shoulder. Those girls are gonna be like omg, Zayn Malik, let me touch you, ahh! And all that other good stuff you like.


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                                                ( ooc ; OUTFIT IN THE SIDE PICTURE. SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, AND YES, IT'S SUPER AWKWARD, I'M A TARD a**. XO )
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                                Louis. The name in itself sounds quite French, at least that's what people had told Louis. His sisters had teased him about it at one point. Actually, they still did. But that was fine, because well... They were his sisters, and siblings teased each other like that. It was all part of the contract. Louis had told his sisters that. They didn't believe him, so he created a fake contract. Course, Georgia had to be smart and figure out that it was fake. The eldest Brit chuckled to himself as he donned his familiar suspenders. What? It wasn't a true Louis outfit if it didn't have suspenders. It just... That's how it was and that was how it would be. Either way, back to the Frenchness of his name. It was ironic, how then, he and his mates ended up in Paris. Well... Not really ironic, but you get the picture. A few people who called Paris home automatically lapsed into French when he introduced himself. Probably thinking something along the lines of "Oh! He has a French name, he must speak Français." Just... They would think it in French.

                                The male had finally finished clipping his suspenders on (after much struggling) when he heard a distressed Harry calling out to him. Louis chuckled softly to himself before walking over to where Harry was standing in front of a mirror. "Lou, honestly. Jacket? No jacket? Help me!" Using a hand to brush his hair out of his eyes, he grinned as the jacket was thrust into his hands. "Well first off Haz, relax. The girls will focus more on your curls anyhow." He said teasingly, grasping the lad's wrists before pursing his lips as he entered his thoughts. "Well truthfully Harry... I think, in the end. The blazer over-top everything seems a bit more... Dignified. Dignified is good. S'pecially for a first impression yeh?" Louis put the blazer over Harry's shoulder and smiled. "Now, if you'll excuse me..." He looked down at how far he had managed to dress himself before Harry's "crisis". He had been pretty optimistic about being one of the first to be ready, but then he had that struggle with his suspenders and he figured he'd be struggling forever. But, apparently not. "I'm not totally ready." He ran a hand through his hair with a smile and chuckled as Harry threw an arm around his shoulders.

                                Louis glanced into the closet to make sure his jacket was there and then continued on to the bathroom to fix his hair. Gelling it up, he walked back to his closet and pulled out a black blazer and a tie from atop his bed. Slipping on the blazer and donning the tie, he followed Harry out and laughing at what he saw. "Awe c'mon now Hazza. That's no way to wake a sleeping beauty." Louis smiled and rolled his eyes, patting Niall on the head. "Mornin' sunshine." Louis smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed. "So how's everyone feelin' about this?"

ooc;; so uh... my intro posts have been... iffy lately. I swear they get better.
Outfit in the name banner thingy... Up there.
And yesh... his outfit is a picture... cause I suck at making guy's outfits.


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                                                    No matter the city the boys where always the same. he roomed with Niall and Zayn, as always. A little consistency was always great for being such busy guys. Not that Liam was bothered by change, it was just that the male enjoyed moments like this. Liam rolled his eyes lightly with a little smile brushing his hair a bit. He didn't have a ton, but the once shaved hair was growing back bit by bit. It was just enough to be mused into neatness, something Liam did not have with his curls in the past. Looking in the mirror satisfied with the outfit he had on and the way his hair was lightly directed the male turned on his toes to walk out of the bathroom. As expected, Niall was under the covers passed out from some kind of food coma.

                                                    Liam looked over to Zayn with a light grin just as the door clicked open, a curly haired fellow and a blue eyed male following after him. Liam grinned at the both of them, watching Harry's eyes go right to the lump that was Niall under the duvets. Liam decided to ignore whatever Harry was about to do, because Niall didn't even respond to his pushes and shaking, maybe harry's persistence could get him out of the bed. Liam looked to Louis, "I hope this doesn't leave him cranky to see the girls." He pondered to the blue eyed brunette. Louis and he were close, all of the boys where, but especially them because of double dates and all that. Liam bit his lip lightly as Harry hid by Zayn to stay away form a groggy Irishman.

                                                    Liam looked to Niall with that natural puppy look he had about him and innocently pulled his brows together. "If you had woken up Harry would have left you alone." He said in a fake motherly tone to the blond before going over and roughing up his hair more than it already was. "You need anything to eat before you go or do you just want to wait mate?" He asked the blond, Liam could spare some snacks he had if Niall really needed something before they went. Liam was just focused on getting the guys ready, even if it was not his problem he felt a little guilty if his tactics of trying to wake Niall made them late.

                                                    Liam looked over to Zayn and Harry, the two of them hogging the mirror. Though it sounded like Harry was just giving the Bradford male a confidence boost. Liam rubbed the back of his neck, he did understand that people got self conscious but it was amazing that people like Zayn would ever feel that way. It wasn't like he had voiced that he was uncomfortable but the way Zayn took his time it showed he cared. Liam got that. it was a shame though because all of the boys of the band were gorgeous, no one should feel that way. Liam found himself shaking his head lightly before scrunching up his brows. What the hell was he thinking? They had people to meet tonight.

                                                    Liam was looking forward to meeting individuals, from all parts on such a good personal note. Sure they met at greets but those where fast paced and they were lucky if they got a name. After being zoned out in this ridiculous thought pattern Liam looked to Louis and clapped his hand on the shorter males shoulder and squeezing it lightly. "I'm actually a little nervous," the male admitted with a small smile to the brunette. Letting his hand off of him she shrugged, still fondly smiling. "but excited."



                                                    ooc ; ; outfit in the top picture & edits are not mine, found on tumblr c: it's midnight here so I'll post again tomorrow night! ◢

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                                                                  Rory hated flying alone. She was always stuck next to kids. Hey! Oh! What's that? Why's your hair white? Why do you have red lips? Don't you trip in those shoes? Anything those kids could come up with, she simply ignored. Shoved her headphones in and pulled out a book, letting her music drown out the voices around her. Can't they see that she doesn't want to talk? Like, at all? She's a bit too shy to tell them to back off, so instead she ignored them. It sometimes works, sometimes doesn't.

                                                                  The trip to Paris wasn't as long as she had thought, but it still would have been better if her best friend was at her side. Melody, not Zayn. Zayn probably will want nothing to do with her now that he's so famous and perfect. But being the ever-supportive girl she is, as long as she gets to see Zayn, that's all she really cared about. She found a cab and gave the man the address, telling him to be a bit quick because she's running late. Rory's always running a bit late - even if she leaves early. Things pop up and she'll make an excuse right off the bat. Easy as pie, really.

                                                                  After stopping in front of a fancy hotel, oh hell - it's huge, she paid off the driver with a small smile before grabbing her bags. It was a bit much in her opinion, but she likes to keep prepared. In case for something terrible were to happen. Rory strolled over to the front desk, telling the woman her name with faux confidence. What if the woman thought she was lying? Like all other girls who'd like to meet one Direction, she wouldn't mind a bit of lying to get what she wanted. But as she was handed the key card and told where to go, she nodded and muttered a thanks under her breath before going to the lift.

                                                                  Humming along with the mindless elevator music, she tried to go through everything she had packed and figure out what she was going to wear. Rory packed a few dresses, but they seemed all too fancy for a banquet - even if for One Direction. There was one for casual, but it was black and snugly fit. That isn't the type of message she wants to convey. She'd like the boys to think of her as... Not herself, at least. Awkward, shy, a raging freakazoid. That wouldn't be good.

                                                                  Her palms were sweaty as she came up on her floor, towing her bags behind her. Rory gnawed at her bottom lip with a frown. What if her roommate didn't like her? Or went through her things? Or stole something from her? Or killed her in her sleep? What if... She stopped at her room, hearing two voices. One in particular stood out. She opened the door and peeked her head inside, being greeted with a stranger - a gorgeous red head that Rory knew instantly that she might be trouble - and Melody.

                                                                  Rory smiled wide at her friend, giving the other girl a small wave. "Sorry I'm late," she apologized, opening the door more to get her bags in, then shutting the door after. Two of the three beds were taken already. At least they wouldn't all be bunking together. Five girls under a single floor - so to speak. Since there's a floor above them. Way to annoy yourself, Rory. Good job. "I'm.. I'm uh, Rory... Martin! Rory Martin.. If you, uh, wanted to know, okay.." She wheeled her bags behind her, avoiding the other two girls until she plopped her bags beside her bed.

                                                                  "Melody? Can you help me?" She motioned for her bag, eyes lingering over to the other female in the room. "Um.. You can too, if you want. I'm not all that sure what I should wear.." Rory could feel her cheeks heating up, unzipping all three of her bags on top of her bed, shifting her weight back and forth from each foot as she waited for help. You're so awkward! Why are you so weird? They'll think you're mental or something! Rory's eyes went to her bags, willing her thoughts to leave her head as she sifted through her clothes.

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                                            Naomi continued to unpack her things one by one, slowly from her bags. She figured she was the first one there so she just chose a random bed and began to get some of her things situated. As the red headed pessimist continued to unpack her bags she found some things that she knew didn't belong. Pulling out a royal blue dress, Naomi tilted her head in a confused manor and set it on her bed. Going back into her bag she found silver sandal heels with a matching flower clipped onto it. She set those beside the dress before seeing a small box with a note taped to the top of it. 'Have fun at the banquet! We all pitched in and got you something nice! ~Sadie'. After reading the note, Naomi opened the box to see a beautiful, sapphire bracelet embraced by silver. She couldn't believe what her friends had done, and if she were still at home then shed have to return the things and insist that she couldn't accept their gifts. She just couldn't do it. She always felt really bad about accepting gifts from people. She felt like she didn't deserve them, and if she was given a gift that someone refused to take back, she'd feel really guilty and feel as if she had owed them something back. She had always been like that. Unsure why, but she just didn't mind not getting materialistic things. They didn't matter too much. Nammi was happy with simple little things. All she really needed were necessities, right? No one ever needed flashy clothing or the next new gaming system. Weren't those all just things that people wanted anyway? You didn't need those to live. They're nearly just distractions or ways of entertainment, though there were many other ways to entertain oneself, right? Singing and dancing and such, though Nammi was pretty sure that she was going to need some sort of distraction for parts of this trip. Good thing she had at least brought a phone with her, right?

                                            As the red headed New Yorker got more settled into her area around the bed she heard some noises coming from inside the room. It was like shuffling or maybe...talking? A bit taken back, Naomi decided to cautiously put her things down and inch toward the sounds. Her guard up just in case she needed to use it against someone and to no surprise she would. Quickly, another girl had slipped and fallen onto the floor, causing Naomi to bring her hands up to cover her mouth. Is...is she okay? she mentally asked herself as she took a slow step forward. Through wide, green eyes Naomi watched the girl make a small joke before standing up to her feet. The red head instantly took note of how the girl was dressed. A beautiful dress with accessories to match. Her hair perfect and her make up highlighted her facial features beautifully. Naomi never dressed all fancy like that. It was very rare if she did put on such a gorgeous dress with sparkling accessories to match, but tonight it seemed like she was going to he doing that, thanks to her friends back home. After thinking it over a bit it was obvious to tell that this girl was a contest winner and that scared Naomi slightly. She probably loved One Direction with a burning passion and that only meant that those boys were going to be all she ever talked about, right? How horrifically terrifying. “Umm…are you okay?” She asked softly as she took another step closer towards the other girl in the room. Naomi always hated how bad she was with people when she first met them. It just made things weird. The only reason she had friends back in New York was because they came up to her and were very persistent on getting to know her. It was a bit weird. She never understood why anyone would want to know her. She wasn’t all too interesting or anything. “Um..hello, Melody. I-I’m Naomi.” She introduced with a small bow of her head, unknown to what she should do for a proper introduction, due to the fact that she never really had to do them all too much, so it was defiantly odd for her. Very odd. “Y-your dress is beautiful, by the way. “ She spoke up a bit louder, though her voice still stayed it’s natural silent way. Hopefully the other girls didn’t think she was too weird. She really didn’t care what the boys thought though. They were probably expecting way too much anyway.

                                            It seemed that after the two had exchanged a few words the door was opened quickly. A platinum blonde came walking in with her bags behind her. Naomi wasn’t too surprised when the third girl arrived. Three beds meant three bodies, right? Besides, there were going to be four girls all together, so she didn’t quite mind it. “Oh. Hi Rory. I’m Nammi…well, my name is Naomi, but you could call me Nammi if you wanted to.” She blurted the last half of that sentence with a blush creeping onto her cheeks. She had felt so stupid for becoming such an idiotic, fumbling mess. She knew she was bad at introductions and meeting people, but this just sucked a lot. It seemed like the two girls knew each other though, which had surprised the red head a bit. Was it luck that two girls that knew each other had both won in the sweepstakes? She decided not to ponder on about it too much or else she’d probably get too in depth with it, and decided that it was just great luck. She was happy that they knew each other, though she knew this kind of left her as a third wheel. No problem though. Nothing wrong with that. She didn’t mind being a third wheel for anyone. She was one who would rather keep to herself anyways, especially around people she didn’t know.

                                            When Rory offered Naomi a chance to help her with her clothing Naomi looked down to her own clothes. Jeans, a tank, jean jacket, and a pair of converse. That didn’t seem like proper banquet material, now was it? She looked over to her bed where her friend’s gifts lay and she let out a small sigh. “Uh…I think I need to get dressed first. But if you’d still like help when I’m done, I’ll be more then happy to.” She said with a small smile, before grabbing her clothing and rushing off towards the bathroom. No way was she dressing in front of strangers. How embarrassing. After getting into the bathroom she quickly stripped out of her attire and slowly dressed in the dress that was given to her. She almost didn’t recognize herself in clothing like this. Sure, she had worn dresses before, but nothing like this. It was too out of the norm for her, but might as well look nice for everyone at the banquet, right? Didn’t want to show up in jeans to a fancy little party. She looked herself over in the mirror as she fastened the locket around her neck once again. She took a deep breath in just to release it and decided this was as good as she was going to get, and with that she left the bathroom to enter the room once again.

                                            “Um…did you still want some help?” She asked as she walked back into the room and over to the other two girls, though she directed her words toward Rory. I wonder what time we have to be there. Don’t want to be late. That would be kind of bad…




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                                                            xoxoxoxoxThe lad had been up earlier than anyone else that morning. Why? For the bathroom , since according to everyone else . . .he took ages in there. Not using the bathroom itself but for his hair.Let’s just say he liked the lighting in there better than the room.He didn't know what they were talking about! He didn't take that long . . . .But this morning he just woke up and speed off to take a shower and change.It wasn't until he got back in the room he was bunking with Liam and Niall ,did he start on his hair.Now on average , his hair would take a little over an hour and a half. He liked his hair . . . okay?And most importantly he liked to look good. Zayn began to panic when he reached for his comb and found it wasn't there .

                                                            In its usual spot. He always left his hair supplies out and organized. There was a line of various combs , and yes , he needed them all. You could easily tell that one was missing by the gap in the middle ."Li , are you a hundred percent positive that you haven't seen my comb?" he asked for the fifth time that morning as the male entered the room .Each time he asked he couldn't help but hope he had. But again , he replied with a head a "no".Zayn let his shoulder's drop , gaze bouncing from Liam to Niall , who was still , fast asleep. He told him not to stay up too late,considering that they were going to meet the girls , today. But apparently the lad didn't listen. With an eye roll Zayn picked up another comb and got to work. After he was completely done with his hair he stood back , admiring himself in the mirror.

                                                            His quiff wasn't all too great . . . . he needed that comb to get it perfect .Just then Harry walked in with Lou right on his heels.He watched Harry curiously as his gaze trailed around the room and eventually landed on Niall. Uh-oh. Zayn raised and brow and turned to face Niall's bed.No way in hell was he going to miss this .He chuckled at Niall's whines and turned back to the mirror. As he looked at himself , he noticed another face join him.Zayn rolled his eyes."Yeah right . . . . I can't find my bloody comb." he sighed , looking in the mirror.He couldn't help but laugh at the male's next comment.

                                                            "Are you kidding?" he shook his head , turning his attention to Louis."Their attention is going to be on Louis' bum!" he added turning to Harry with a grin."Louis! Show me your bum!" he repeated in his best fan girl voice.That actually happened too. Girl's just loved Louis’ bum for some apparent reason. Zayn watched Niall as he muttered something to himself and left the room."I honestly don't know . . . my nerves are killing me." he admitted , turning to face the others. They were just going to meet a couple of lucky girls . . . . They had done that a lot but Zayn just couldn't really help but feel a bit nervous.

                                                            Zayn let out a sigh and walking to pull his phone from its charger , stuffing it in the safety of his front pocket."Alright , someone fill me in. . ." he began ,rubbing the back of his neck with his hand."Where exactly are we going to meet the girls'?" he asked , turning from the others to watch Niall walk in , fully clothed.Zayn grinned and wrapped an arm around Niall's shoulders."How long did you stay up,mate?' he teased."Right . . ." he muttered back at him .He watched the male quickly ruffle his hair the way he wanted too before turning to face the rest of the boy's




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                                                    When Naomi asked if Melody was okay, she just laughed and nodded. "Graceful... folks back home call me graceful," she joked, realizing that Namoi seemed kind of shy at first. Maybe joking a little at first could help loosen the girl up. Mel didn't want her feeling uncomfortable. "Y-your dress is beautiful, by the way." The stutter at the start made Melody feel slightly bad, she wished that she didn't make the girl feel awkward. However for a moment she forget about that, and smiled at the compliment, saying a quick thanks. The dress she adorned was a gift from her aunt. Her aunt said that it would have been something that Melody's mother would have worn, and said that Mel even looked a little bit like her. After her aunt said that, she left into her room. And later that night Mel heard her crying softly, muffled into her pillow.

                                                    Stuffing the thoughts away, she returned back to reality. It was only moments before she heard a sound coming behind her, and then when she turned her eyes landed on the one and only Rory Martin. She was speaking but Melody wasn't listening. How long had it been since she had been with her bestfriend? It had been quite awhile, two or three weeks at least. Before she could react or respond to Rory's words, she wrapped her arms tightly around the blondes' neck and squeezed. "Rory-bear!" She laughed, grinning as she pulled away and Rory began speaking again.

                                                    "Melody? Can you help me?" Rory asked before turning to Naomi, "Um.. You can too, if you want. I'm not all that sure what I should wear.." Mel expanded her grin that she wore on her face, if that was even possible. If it was one thing Melody loved, it was dressing up. She loved the satisfaction of feeling good about herself. Even if it's just for a little while. And she liked to make other people feel that way, as well. When Naomi left to go get dressed, Mel spoke to Rory, "I'd love to help out, if you even need it." She laughed, implying that Rory was always gorgeous. Suddenly, her joking demeanor vanished as a more serious one replaced it. "How are you feeling about facing him tonight?"

                                                    The conversation about to happen was ended as Naomi walked back in. Melody's eye lingered on Rory. She felt so bad for her. Hoping that her bestfriend was feeling okay, Melody smiled. "So, I don't know about you, Naomi, but I'm thinking that a rosy brown or a navy blue works well for Rory." Then, she took a moment to assess what Naomi was now wearing. "By the way, gorgeous dress," Melody repeated Nammi's compliment. It was true, though, that the redheads dress was gorgeous. It suited her, and Mel loved it.

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                                                            xoxoxoxoxNiall began to stir from his slumber just a bit when he heard Liam and Zayn moving about in the room , chatting. Could they talk any louder? Niall let out a small groan pulling the covers over his head. He knew deep down that there was something he was supposed to do today . . . but he just couldn't move. He felt terrible from all of the goodies he has packed in yesterday while watching CSI .He refused to listen to Zayn about not be able to wake up in the morning . . .As the blonde laid there snuggled up into the covers he began to wish he had listened to Zayn and Liam . He honestly just wanted to keep sleeping . . .It took seconds for Niall to fall deep into slumber yet again.

                                                            At one point Niall swore he felt a cold breeze hit his bare chest , but he choose to ignore it.Niall's blue eyes shot open with a small gasp however when he was greeted by a loud screaming voice.. The first thing he saw was a face crowned with curls."Ahhhh!." he screamed , quickly pushing the figure off him.Maybe a little too hard. . . Niall quickly sat up and tried jumping out of bed. But it didn't go all too wel l , since he only got caught in the sheets and tumble to the floor."Harry!?What the hell man , ow." he snapped , sitting up to rub the back of his head.

                                                            "And I wasn’t uh . . . sleeping I was . . Resting." he added getting up to his feet to sit on the edge of his bed.Niall crossed his arms over his chest as Louis patted his head with a gentle hand." I was resting!" he replied , dropping his gaze to the floor.Niall looked up at Liam when he explained why exactly Harry had woken him up . . .well like that. He found himself pouting. But Liam did have a point , like he always did.As much as he wanted to be angry at his youngest brother . . . he couldn't. He found himself chucking and even flushing a bit when Liam ruffled his hair up.

                                                            His eyes instantly lit up when Liam mentioned food though .You honestly had no idea what food meant to him . . ."Please ? I'm starving!" he pleaded , grabbing his stomach. He was a bit confused with both Liam and Zayn when they metioned that they were nervous . Nervous for what? The male noticed just then how he was the only one in sweatpants while everyone else looked . . . awesome .Then something clicked in his brain. They were meeting the girl's today! Niall quickly jumped out of bed , grabbed some clothes and ran to the bathroom. Using the fact that Liam might give him a snack if he hurried up as motivation .It honestly didn't take the lad too long . Pretty soon he was back with the boy's. . . and under Zayn's arm? He rolled his eyes when the dark haired male began to tease him."I went to bed after you!" he muttered ,ducking under the male's arm turning to the mirror , where he messed with his hair.




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                                Louis chuckled at Liam's comment. But the lad had a point. If they were lucky, Niall's... Surprise awakening wouldn't put a damper on the day for him. A happy Irish is... Well, a happy Irish. Can't get much better than that now can we? But if Niall happened to be less than happy because of this, they would find some way to cheer him up. Buy him food probably. That was a sure way to put a smile on the lad's face. Louis' blue eyes flitted around the room in silence, taking in the sight of each male. He loved every one of them dearly. They were the brothers he never had. Which... is saying something, because he had five sisters. Sometimes a guy needs a brother. Especially when living in a house full of women. A small laugh was given when Niall's defending tone reached him. "Of course you were Irish." He said, standing up with a grin.

                                When Zayn directed a comment at him (well, more of a retort), he laughed. "Well now... Am I s'posed to apologize for having a great bum?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows with a chuckle. He was kidding of course, he couldn't exactly figure out why girls happened to be... - what was the word, obsessed? - With his bum. It was rather interesting sometimes. Every time they went out, they heard at least one "Sexy bum" comment. Or a comment about how sexy he was. He couldn't quite figure it out. In his books, he wasn't sexy. Handsome maybe... Adorable? Well he was childish sometimes so adorable fit. But never sexy. The blue eyed brunette was pulled out of his wondering when a shrill (yet very good attempt at a) fan's voice met his ears and he started laughing. "You get better and better at that mate." He praised the lad. No one could imitate a girl's voice like Zayn could. It was very entertaining to say the least.

                                Louis stood up and moved to stand beside Liam as Zayn voiced his nerves only a moment after Liam had voiced his own. "That's completely fine. Nerves are okay." He reassured the two. "I mean, for all we know... These could be the screaming type of fans. Might not get a word in edgewise." He murmured, falling silent for a moment as he adjusted his tie. Once he was satisfied with how his tie was sitting, he spoke up again. "But I'm sure we'll be fine. If worse comes to worse, I'll crack a joke to ease up the tension, yeah?" The Doncaster lad cracked a grin. He was good at that. Making jokes. But then, when he was in school; he always fought hate with humor. So he got a lot of practice in those years. "Think of it as the nerves before a concert. We're nervous because well... It's millions of people, right? But we're more excited than anything... Remember that feeling? Zone in on that and ya should be just fine." He gave an encouraging smile before thinking a bit about Zayn's earlier question. He knew where they were meeting the girls. Or at least he knew it at one point. He had to rack his brain to find the memory. "Well... There's a banquet tonight... Hence all this..." He gestured to their fancy getup's. "But where.... Was it here? Liam?" He turned to look at Liam. The lad always seemed to be on top of things. The most responsible (or at least the least immature) out of all of them.

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                                                  Harry took his head off of Zayn's shoulder as they both turned around, looking over to the eldest of the boy band. Zayn was right. All the girls fans liked Louis' bum. He knew they had some male fans out there.. And all may not just like there music. *wink wink* *nudge nudge* With a smirk he watched as Niall retreated to the bathroom to dress himself, since he was still in his jammies. Damn lazy bum. At least he isn't sleeping until the afternoon.. Unless he is, he isn't really sure of the time just yet.

                                                  Turning back to the other members, he shrugged his shoulders. Harry wasn't nervous.. Well, he was, but not that he'd voice it to anyone. He was Harry Styles for ******** sake. It happened every time that they were going to meet "special people." Those special people being the contest winners. Plus, there will be like.. A million people there or something like that. He can barely handle himself as is, and then he has to try and impress that many people? Forget about it. Tuning back in, he frowned. Harry never liked the screaming types. He loved all of their fans, yes, but the screamers usually upset him a bit. Like, he's almost gone deaf repeatedly from their loud fans. It was a bit ridiculous.

                                                  Folding his arms over his chest, Harry took a seat on the edge of Niall's bed, eyes on Louis as he told them all to focus on being excited. That shouldn't be so bad. Like a concert. Focus on the happiness and soon the sickening feeling would disappear. The fright of getting in front of millions of people would leave his body... Or it should. Hopefully. You say it's millions of people like it's perfectly normal, Lou, he muttered, biting his lip for a moment.

                                                  He had.. Pretty much no idea where they were going for the banquet. Usually when they're all pulled in for a meeting, Harry zones out or makes faces over at Louis from across the room. But he vaguely remembered someone saying it was at a hotel. Theirs? Eh, maybe. Narrowing his eyes over at Niall, he suddenly stood and grabbed the blonde by the collar. I think it's here.. But I could have just been imagining things, I dunno. Harry grinned at Niall, folding the collar down and straightening out his shirt. You looked like you just rolled out of bed, he explained with a wink.


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                                                                  Nammi.. Naomi... Nammi, remember Nammi. She mentally told herself, repeated it in her mind as she went to go to the only open bed. Rory didn't expect to be nearly tackled by Melody, though she appreciated the love from her best friend. Craved it, even. She laughed, giving Melody a pat on the back as she was choked with the tight grasp around her neck. But in the good way. Not like Melody was trying to kill her or something, but.. "Mellie!" She returned, rolling her eyes as she was released. Rory-bear.. The only person in the world who can call her that is Melody. The girl's just lucky that Rory isn't as imaginative to give her an equally adorable nickname.

                                                                  After moving to her bed, unzipping her bags, then offering if either girl wanted to help her get dressed. She was at a loss of ideas. No way she'd find something of proper attire to wear, much less good-looking. With a small nod, she watched at Naomi left before turning back to Melody with a big grin. "You're too kind, Mel, really." She giggled lightly before her best friend grew a lot more serious, making her own amused expression fade away. "How are you feeling about facing him tonight?" "Well..." She trailed off as Naomi came back into the room - wow, that was quick - and averted her eyes back to the bag at hand.

                                                                  "Oh, um, yes please." Rory brought her thumb to her lips, chewing on her thumbnail as her other hand worked through the excessive amounts of clothing she brought. She motioned shyly for Naomi to come over, circle the bed along with the other two. Hearing Melody suggest a color, she hurried to find the first things she could with said color; rosy brown, since she didn't have any navy blue shoes with her. Rory found a vest-ish blouse, the same color as her booties she had. Then a simple pair of skinny jeans. Looking back up at Nammi, she nodded her head in agreement with Melody's words. "You look beautiful.. I'm gonna go, um, change now.. Okay?" She held up her choice towards the two girls for a final check up before going straight into the bathroom.

                                                                  After peeling away her clothes, then dressing back up, she peeked out the bathroom before stepping out. She was clueless as to what to do with her hair. As of right now, it was in loose curls, and it looked pretty plain. She always used to wear it like that. But then Rory grinned, a thought coming up in her brain, then immediately going back to her bed, finding the smaller bag that held her hair stuff and things. A small black bow clip made her nod victoriously, clipping away her bangs to the side. "Have either of you met the other girls yet?" Rory asked, digging through yet another bag to find her booties.

                                                                  talk
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                                                                  ooc: outfit in the gif up there. ^^ xo

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