Defeated (D.J.S)

Holy sh-

3rd person POV:

Hope. Excitement. Fear. Anticipation.

Everyone in the room had just a little bit of each of those emotions.

No one could fully sit still. Not the people in the meeting room, nor the people in the waiting room.

All five boys were in the meeting room joined by a few people from their management, as well as Jess's management.

The meeting room was organized. Too organized. Not one paper seemed to be out of place. The light coming from the three large windows was a little too bright.

It shined off the glossy white rectangle table that stretched across the whole room. The carpet was striped with different shades of brown, and the large projector TV behind the head of the table seemed almost like a movie theater screen. The chairs they sat on weren't the most comfortable, but they were better than sitting on hard plastic foldable chairs. And when anyone spoke, their words were echoed throughout the room, making it harder to concentrate on who was really speaking.

Jonah's fingers tapped quietly on his white ceramic coffee mug as he listened intently to the conversation at hand. Corbyn kept turning and rearranging the rings on his fingers. Daniel bit at his already chewed off nails, while every now and then swallowing a little harder than normal. Jack messed with his nose ring and blinked a little too quickly every few minutes. Zach's leg bounced up and down as he spaced out more times than he should've.

The girls outside the room weren't doing any better though. In fact they might have been doing worse, because they knew nothing. They didn't know whether the meeting was going as planned. If it was even going remotely well. If the boys' band would disappear after the meeting. Or would they get more fame than ever.

Lottie was eating a chocolate bar while shaking her leg softly. Isabella kept touching and pulling at her ear, while biting her lip every so often. Gabbie wouldn't stop messing with her hair. Putting it in a bun, then taking it down, only to put it back in a braid the next minute. If she wasn't touching her hair, then she was pushing Lavender around the small room in her stroller.

The room seemed like a small living room. It was very enclosed, no windows, just two hallway entrances that led to other rooms and one door in the middle of one of the walls, that led to the meeting room. The only light came from the dirty yellow light bulbs that hung dangerously low on the ceiling. A painting of a rose and a painting of an apple, both hung side by side on the opposite wall from the meeting room door. There were rows of black chairs that had no cushioning what so ever. In fact, at times it was better to just stand instead of sitting on the hard chair.

Isabel hadn't even gotten the chance to sit down, though. She felt sick to her stomach, and hadn't sat down ever since the boys had entered the room. It was a different kind of sick though. Not the sick that makes you get a tingly feeling in your throat and makes you feel like going to the bathroom. But the type of sick that makes your stomach create weird motions, gives you a headache, and makes you weak in the knees.

The type that comes in waves. One moment you feel fine like you're floating and everything is going to be fine, then the next a huge wave comes out of nowhere knocking your positivity out and drowning you in fears.

It seemed like Isabel had all of the nervous ticks. Pacing and biting her nails sometimes, and sometimes fixing her hair while her leg bounced up and down in a rapid motion. At other moments her earrings seemed particularly interesting, and then she would randomly feel a tickle in her nose.

"They've been in there for forty-five minutes already." Gabbie blurted out. "How long does it take to come to a decision?!"

"I don't know. But I'm sure everything is fine." Lottie said, but it came out as more a question.