Chapter Four: Cliche
I was in shock of the fine work the stylists placed on the boys. They all look so dashing and edgy yet charming and fine. The mix of Rock to their genre really does give out the best in fashion sense. They wore clothes that embodies that rock edge they but they all still have their own british style to it
As they all went out, my vision came to a slow-mo. Maybe it was because of their uncomprehending appeal or maybe the designer clothes. But all of which made my world ten times slower by the second.
Zayn was first to come out. He was wearing the white Floyd t-shirt I saw on him earlier. It was layered with a denim jacket with plaid sleeves folded to the elbows. He also kept the fitted-jeans and boots on. He had an emblem belt with a eagle on it to add spark to his attire. His hair was still its fabulous state. He rocked the bad- boy look.
Liam came with his hair expertly waxed to to the side like always yet today, it’s been given a little more shake and texture. He was wearing a leather jacket with strong shoulders and metal detail over a faded blue and white patterned button down with a few buttons undo on top. He was wearing loosely ended pants and black Vans with neo green soles. Saying that he was handsome right now is an understatement.
Harry came out leaping to Liam’s side. I was impress of the dark blue military jacket they placed on him with was undercoated by a black v-neck. He wore a straight cut black jeans with a shine in the finish that were folded in the end to give way to the dark navy blue hiking boots. I may have gotten in a fight with him but this will not forbid me to give him a compliment. Because right now, he could make any girl swirl if he pairs this look with his famous smile.
Niall came out eating some potato chips. I bet the stylists are furious with the idea of food spilling on their creation. He was wearing a gray printed sleeveless with ‘The Beatles’ on it under a thin black hoodie that was topped with a denim jacket. His pants were boot-cut to show a high-cut ‘Americano’ converse which in fact, was in its British version of it so the print was the UK flag. I’m now convince that the stylist were top of the line because Niall is up to the job of being a cool kid even if he still has that cute childish vibe to him.
And then Louis had to walk in. I hate to break to to you but he was the worst of them all. What am I kidding? He is by far the best of the five. He hair was styled suavely by the team. He was wearing a grey cotton long sleeve with diagonally striped print on the center and a fitted dark khaki aviator jacket with elbow patch detailing. The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows where the long sleeves were folded over the jacket He was wearing dark straight-cut dry denim jeans with faded honey-combs (knees) and stacks (ankles). He had casual dress shoes that had a laced up front and some funky details.
I was awestruck in my seat watching them cross the room. Zayn being the poser that he is maintained a cool walk to the set while the others playfully teased each other for the clothes.
Niall stopped in front of me and held out his bag of chips.
“Do you want some, Kal?” He offered.
“Don’t mind if I do.” I got some chips from him because I was quiet hungry myself. The sandwich my mom made me wasn’t enough to keep up with work and metabolism and the food here is all health food and diet stuff. In short, not tasty enough for me.
“For a matter of fact, you can have it. I really need to go there before they get mad at me.” Niall gave me the bag with a look on his face that neared to the look Rose had when she was saying her last goodbyes to Jack in the movie Titanic. Tragic isn’t it. Oh well, more for me.
I watched them do their thing in front of the camera. Shot by shot, I can see their personalities reflect through the lenses. Zayn was so concerned of his poses that I could really agree more to people calling him a poser. Niall, Louis and Harry were playful on their between takes but gains the time to compose themselves to deliver the desired photo. Liam was professional on this. He occasionally shows a smile or giggle to Louis’ joke but nonetheless, professional.
After the finished the photoshoot, they were asked to sit down and have with a chat with the interviewer. They sat in a semi- circle to face the interviewer. The interviewer didn’t bring a clipboard so I think she already have the thing stuck in her brain, something impossible for me to do.
She cleared his throat and asked the first question. ”How do you feel about the band’s new perspective on it’s direction, music- wise of course?”
Liam confidently answer. “I think it’s great that we have the band had the opportunity to play on this kind of music. We are planning to give the fans a different side to us.”
“I was told that Harry was a big of this concept. Can tell us why?” She asked.
“When I was young, I was a lead singer of a band. We didn’t really make it like I did today but I will always be a fan of big drum tempos and heavy guitars”
They continued this talked with the others. They were answer seamlessly boring question on the new concept. Basic publicity stuff.
Since I know that these questions are rehearsed, I got bored in my seat so I got to the back. I scanned the hallway and found a comfy red sofa. This was a prop from the previous of this studio. I got myself comfy and relax and listen to Bob Marley’s “One Love”.
Reggae will always remind me of California and it’s beaches. My mom and I shared this fairly big mansion with my grandparents in Malibu. It had the beach on the backyard so I was in the sea for most of time there. I was getting a good start on surfing before my grandparents died. That time my mom decided that it was too lonely to live in a 6 bedroom house with us two alone and you know the rest. It lets me come back to happier times when times are not complicated. I close my eyes to better reminisce the past and before I know it I fell asleep in a cramp position. I always have this bad habit of sleeping with the earphones on. My mom always tells me to stop because it would damage my hearing. But I would rather be deaf because of The Beatles then live another day listening to some other shit on the radio.
After moments of pure nostalgia, I decided to call dreamland to a stop and return back to my reality. I slowly open my eyes and stretch to get up. As I was stretching, my left hand bumped into something. I jolted up to the feeling of hitting someone.
I was shock to see Louis sitting beside the couch. He was sleeping on a sitting position on an armchair which I guess was a prop too. He got one of my earphones to listen to my music. I checked my Ipod and saw that Big Mountain’s “Baby I Love Your Way” was playing. I yawned my way to a sitting position to have a better look at his face. He looked like a baby sleeping. With the little inhales and exhales, I was mesmerized by the being in front of me. I also notice that he changed out of his outfit to a white t shirt and knee- cropped trousers.
I checked my watch to see that it was almost 6:10. Dammit I was out for at least 45 minutes. Fearing my late return home, I woke up Louis. I shook his arm like it was an alarm for a global crisis. He was staggered by the sudden movement that he was practically wide-eye and arm flailing after that.
“God, love. Can’t a guy get some rest?” He argued.
“Why didn’t you wake my up earlier?” Positively worried. Jerking the earphone off his ear.
“You look so peaceful” Rubbing his eyes and stretching his back.
“AArghhhh!” Very articulate of me. “When did the interview finished?” I stuttered out
“Around 15 minutes after you left.” So it was on 4:30 more or less
I was also in shock to know that he notice me live the room.
“But we had a little reshoot and autograph signing so that took up the time.”
“Where are the people?” I asked.
“They are now packing up the stuff for us to leave and after this were done.” Why does he look so cool when I’m freaking out in front of him.
I calmed myself down and sat back at the couch. I took a few deep breaths and thought of coming home is my first priority.
I looked up to Louis and asked him an insanely obvious question. “Why did you end up here?”
” I was tired of everything after the signing so I have to get away from there. I got out and found you here sleeping like a helpless baby.” He acted out the word by mimicking my sleep with his hands in one side of his face. I gave him a “What?” look.
“Oh please! It would be better if you said the truth, I know I look like a complete ass. But that still doesn’t explain why you’re here practically high-jacking my earpiece off my ear.” I stated.
“Don’t degrade yourself. After I saw your sleeping face, I was curious about the Ipod so I checked the song that was on. I was happy to see “Lucky” by Jason Mraz so I did myself the favor of sleeping with you.” He looked like he was honestly tell the truth.
“I must say you have great taste in music.” He added.
I always pride myself on that. I had people compliment me on that matter but never, someone that I just met especially a day.
“Thank you.” I smiled to him.
“Your Welcome, cake.”
“Can you please stop calling me ‘cake’? It’s weird.” I argued since I hate nicknames of sort.
“I think it suits you just fine.” He laughed.
“I really don’t think of myself as sweet.” I thought long and hard about that.
“But your a delight and a surprise to be with and also, really colorful like a cake.” He humored out.
“I don’t honestly get what your saying but I’ll take that as a compliment for now.” I surrendered.
As I was packing up my things, Harry came it right on cue.
“Guys, we need to go now. Everyone is looking for you.” Harry pointed out. I could see him sweating a little. I guess that he was running all over the place.
“We’ll be there” Louis said.
We brisked to the front and could in the van. Louis and I could to sit in the front row. I was sitting beside Zayn who I notice likes to be in the window seat.
Scott decided to go through a Mcdonalds drive-thru to have our dinners since everyone agreed that the set had horrible food. After giving their autographs to the take- out ladies who gashing with excitement, we ordered our food. Scott made faces to the heap of cash leaving his wallet. Everyone else had a mountain of food especially Niall who was practically drowning with french fry packs.I settled for a Chicken burger and some diet coke. I got some fries from Zayn, who was too busy texting someone to even care about food right now so I took the opportunity, and dipped it in the convenient ketchup dipping on my lap.
Louis made everyone laugh with his fries resembling vampire fangs and fake-biting Harry, who was behind him. Everyone had fun with the ride. Laughs and jokes were shared. I was surprise to even have fun with the boys. I really overestimated them. They weren’t that bad after all even Harry who casually make joke to me about Liam motherly behavior and Zayn’s hair product obsessions.
After a while the boys got tired, I know it was from the long day they had and I could say I had a long day myself.
“Hey, Kal. We’ll just drive you to your house since it is already late.” Scott said from the back.
“Thank you. I appreciate it.” I said turning my neck to see a glimpse of Scott in the back seat.
The rest of the ride was a blurr because My heavy eyelids got the best of me so I ened up sleeping with my head on headrest.
Later, I woke up to see myself in Louis’ shoulder who was also asleep himself. I blushed but that quickly diminished as I looked out the window. I noticed that it was already Victoria outside. Just a few blocks away from home.
I prepared my stuff to my drop when suddenly I hit Louis’ shoulder by accident. He woke up and looked at me with droopy eyes.
“Sorry” I mouthed not wanting to wake him up.
He shrugged back to his seat and whisperly mouthed the words. “It’s okay.”
I smiled at the thought.
The van stopped in front of my house . My house was a three storey townhouse on the high end side of the neighborhood. We could afford this because of my grandparents’ inheritance and my mom’s job which pays an awful lot. I was a modern Mediterranean with beige and marble playfully styled to create a lavish yet warm looking exterior. It had a small garden in front because my mom loves gardening. I personally was also hands-on on the project because my mom thought it was a good idea since we’re the only ones living in the place. I decorate part of the living room and kitchen, and furbished the place.
I got my things and walked out the van passing Louis. I was careful not to hit him again since he was already back asleep.
As I was outside the van holding the door open, I said to the people inside “Goodbye, guys.” knowing that nobody would reply.
As I was about to close the door, Louis sleepily interrupted by saying “Bye.”
I loved the effort of the boy so I waved back at him before shutting the door close.
I was glad to hear that from him since it was the only goodbye I got.
“Bye, Louis.” I said to him smiling and closed the door.
I waited for the black van’s taillight to disappear in the end of the street leading to the main highway before I opened the gate and I got to the door. I looked for my keys since it’s already 10pm so my mom already locked up.
I opened my house to see my mom sleeping in the living room with the TV on. I turned off the TV and gently shook her awake.
“Humpph.” My mom struggled to wake up.
“Mom, you should go upstairs.”
“Ohh, you’re back. Sorry I fell I sleep while waiting for you.” Letting out a couple of yawns.
“I would say that you had a pretty long day. How was it?” She asked.
“I’ll tell you tomorrow.” She hasn’t change from her work clothes. She was out on a long day too like me. No wonder she was sleeping in the couch.
“Okay. Did you eat dinner?” Deliberately prolonging the conversation.
“Yes. Now go.” I pushed her out of the room and into the stairs.
I went to the kitchen to a glass of milk before heading to my room to freshen up. I adjusted the room temperature since the night cold was already getting into me.
I dressed in my pajamas and did a quick look at my blog, updated it and signed out quickly to retire to my bed.
As I was putting the blanket over my head, my phone vibrated in my bedside table. I wonder who would text me now. I found out that it was an unknown number and was hesitant to open it at first but I quickly did though.
“Call me Louie next time” I was wide eyed on those five words. A question surfaced through my head that moment. How the hell did he get my number? I thought later that maybe it was from the application form my uncle submitted to Scott and Scott giving it to them. There are a lot of possibilities yet I tend to overlap them.
I gather myself and replied. “Okay :). I will next time.”
I quickly closed my eyes and rethink the moment but my aching muscles got the best of me so I drifted of to sleep.