Weight of Living || The Galaxy Cat Sweater {Bastille || Dan Smith || The 1975}

104: 5th Encounter - Paramore

The next morning I was woken by two little shits tickling me and yelling that I needed to get up. 

- Oh my god, go away... - I groaned as I rolled out of bed to land with my face on the carpet. I heard Dan and Jay laughing as I crawled to the bathroom. 

I took a quick shower and put on denim shorts, a black t-shirt with Kyle's face, red all stars and a black hoodie. I slid on my black beanie and lazily walked outside to find the two guys seriously talking about something on the balcony. They didn't hear me coming, so I decided to scare them a little. 

- Morning! - I attacked their necks with my hands; they were both extremely ticklish there. They squealed and turned around, glaring at me. I just laughed. - Come on, let's go get breakfast. - I said in my most cheering tone. 

- She eats now? - Jay looked up at Dan like a little child. I laughed. Dan looked at me.

- Do you eat now? 

- Oh come on, I'm not that bad, am I? I ask for food sometimes. - Both of them laughed. I frowned at them and made my way to the door. - Alright then, you're not coming with me but I can call other people. 

I walked outside leaving them to laugh and looked around. 

There were a lot of rooms. A lot of people.

Was I really going to call someone?

Me? A socially awkward and anxious pathetic girl? 

Well, I could try. 

I slowly walked over to Kyle and Will's room and knocked. I heard groans and a cheerful ''Coming!''. I smiled as Kyle opened the door; he was wearing a tee with Woody's face on it.

- I like your shirt, very sexy. - He said and I laughed.

- I was going to say the same about yours. - He chuckled. - Come on, let's go get breakfast, I'm in an incredible good mood this morning. 

- Sure, let me just call Will... - He turned around; I could hear them talking. - Come onnn, breakfast time!

- Go first, I'll go with Woody later. - Will groaned, making me chuckle. 

- Fine, but don't take too long. - Kyle came back to the door smiling. - Wanna call someone else?

- Nahh, let's go just the two of us. 

- Well, okay then. - We linked arms in a childish way and I began humming Swiss Lips' U Got The Power (listen to Bastille's remix of this because fUCK IT'S GREAT) and Kyle joined. We kind of mashuped the song with Carolyn and weirdly sang it as we walked on the hallway. 

We were getting the lift when we heard voices calling us. We dazedly turned around and found Nadia, Peter, Alex and Jay.

- MORNING! - Alex squealed, engulfing me in a bear hug. I chuckled and hugged him back before greeting the others.

- Where's Dan? - I asked Jay when we reached the lobby. 

- He said he'd take a shower and call his bandmates before coming down. - I nodded.

We headed into the dining room and it was almost empty.

- What time is it? - I asked, looking around.

- 6:38am. - Nadia said.

- Holy shit, how did I wake up so early? - I muttered to myself. - Actually, how did you wake up so early? - I looked at Jay; he chuckled. 

- I don't know, you were mumbling stuff, and I woke up and saw Dan was looking at you too, so we decided to wake you and yeah. - He grinned.

I mumbled ''little shit'' and they laughed; we got out food and sat back down on a table near the windows. 

I was halfway through a watermelon slice when I saw Jeremy, Taylor and Hayley entering the room. I almost choked and the guys looked at me weirdly. 

- What's wrong? - Peter asked, chuckling.

- Paramore. - I mumbled.

- Paramore is not wrong, Paramore is gre- Nadia started, but I cut her off.

- They're here. - Everyone was going to turn around but thank god I stopped them. - Discretion, people. - One by one, they all took a look at them.

I was fangirling ridiculously hard, so I managed to finish my breakfast quickly and go back to my room before I had a mental breakdown or a heart attack in front of them. 

I was almost reaching my room to get inside and start fangirling freely, when a way too familiar voice called. 

- Morning, Anna. - I could sense his grin. I turned around to face that stupid piece of shit.