Chapter 10

Martha’s POV

                I grabbed the pizzas from Oscar so he could open the door. The second I entered the hotel room Ogge grabbed the pizzas from me.

                “FOOOOOD!” Ogge exclaimed.

                Mary and Felix got up from the sofa followed by Omar. Everyone loaded their plates with pizza and then sat down in front of the tv.

                I was the last one to get my food because I had to use the restroom. When I went to sit down, Oscar patted the floor next to him, signaling me to come over and sit with him.

                As gracefully as I could, I maneuvered myself through the others and sat down.

                We didn’t start the movie right away. Instead, we sat talking.

                Ogge and Omar were telling the most random jokes ever. Felix’s laughs echoed through the room after each one. I glanced up at Mary who was contently cuddling with Felix.

                “Get used to it!” she chuckled when she caught me staring at her. “These four run the show. All you and I have to do is sit back and watch. I promise it hasn’t gotten boring yet.”

                Ogge grinned, “Yeah it’s true. We are also the coolest people you will ever meet!”

                Oscar cocked a cheeky grin at me.

 

                Once we finished eating it was close to ten o’clock. I was completely exhausted but I didn’t want to leave. I helped Oscar and Mary clean up the left over pizza before settling back down on the floor. Oscar brought me a pillow and a blanket which I was thankful for.

               Omar turned on the movie as everyone got situated. Ogge and Omar were sharing one sofa. Felix and Mary were lying cozily on the floor next to Oscar who was sitting next to me.

                I rested my head against the pillow that was up against the sofa as the movie started to play. I had never heard it before, and I wasn’t really in the mood to watch a movie. Especially with Oscar’s leg constantly brushing mine, I found it hard to concentrate. Fifteen minutes in and I still couldn’t concentrate. Plus, Felix and Mary were, erm, generally busy. I was thankful when Ogge slapped Felix’s head and they left the room.

                As the movie dragged on it became increasingly difficult for me to stay awake. Even when Oscar casually slipped his arm around me, I was still about to fall asleep. I let out a giant yawn which I silenced with my hand.

                “Tired?” Oscar asked in a low voice in order to avoid disturbing the others.

                I faked yawned again and rested my head against his shoulder pretending to sleep. I giggled at my annoying girl actions but quit when Oscar just pulled me closer to his side.

                I nestled my head in the crook of his neck and let my eyes slowly close. It wasn’t long before I was completely asleep.

 

Liam’s POV

                I had pulled her closer to me hoping that she would fall asleep. Plus, it was just another reason to have her against me.

                Omar saw what I had done and shook his head with a grin. I wasn’t a player. I didn’t hit on girls I didn’t like. I vowed never to have one night stands. All four of us were boys with morals. We had parents, grandparents, family and friends that we wanted to make proud.

                Martha rested her head against my neck. She smelled sweet –like vanilla and caramel. I brushed my thumb back and forth along her shoulder blade. I was sure she wouldn’t remember this, but I continued anyway.

                There was the slightest possibility that she would remember this –and there was and even slighted possibility that she felt the same way. 

 

Charlotte’s POV
                I opened my eyes and I knew it was late –or early. The moon was visible through the windows. Then, I realized what was going on. I was lying on Oscar’s chest. His body was steadily falling up and down. His barely audible snoring was the only noise that filled the room.

                His arm was cradling me against him and my arm was draped over his stomach. We had fallen asleep while watching the movie. The last thing I remembered was being pulled closer toward him. I carefully removed my arm from his torso and sat forward. I ran my fingers through my hair which was loosely hanging from a messy ponytail. I decided to fix it. As I was fastening the elastic around me hair a hand gently slid across my back. I jumped at its touch.

                “Sorry, Martie,” Oscar’s voice was husky –really husky. He had morning voice. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
                “No worries,” I whispered. “Sorry I totally crashed last night. I guess I was a little more exhausted than I thought.”

                Oscar chuckled, “It’s all good. I was beat too. Time changes are rather frustrating, but I think we’ve already talked about that.”
                “I think so,” I met his brown eyes through the darkness. “I guess I better get going…”
               Oscar  hopped off the ground in one swift movement, throwing the blanket that had been covering us over the sofa. “You have one of two options,” he explained as he helped me up. “You can either stay here for the night so I don’t have to worry about you getting back to your hotel.” My stomach jumped at his offer. “Or I can walk you home. It’s your choice.”

                “I think I better get going,” I whispered.

                “Right this way then,” Oscar left a note for the other boys and we headed down the elevator. I noticed that it was three o’clock.

                “Do you mind if we walk?” I asked him. “It’s only a few blocks away…”

                “No problem,” he replied. “Wanna play the question game as we walk?”

                “Sure,” I shrugged. “Me first. What was your last relationship like.”

                Pain flickered through his eyes again but he grinned. “I loved her,” he was so sure of himself. “There is no denying it. We dated for two-ish years. She is a dancer. Our schedules had always been complicated to work around, but the more traveling we did and… well it just reached a point where we were never seeing each other. Being apart may make the heart grow longer but there is a fine line between that and having a relationship that isn’t gonna work.”

                He fiddled with his jacket as he continued, “Anyway, we broke up and a few days later pap pictures came out of her making out with some guy at some club. It still stings to think about it.”

                The bitterness in his voice was clearly evident. Who could blame him?

                “I’m sorry Oscar,” I slung my arm around his waist awkwardly giving him a slight hug. “I’m sure that sucks.”

                “It’s been hard –I know I have to move on but I just don’t know…” he shrugged.

                “I get it.”

                “What about you?” his eyes beat down on me.

                “Cody,” his name was bitter in my mouth. “He was the only guy I dated in high school. Don’t judge. I know it’s lame but we started dating in the middle of junior year and it just kind of dragged on. Honestly I don’t know why I stayed in it. We were more like friends away…”

                “Did you guys ever like do anything couplely?”

                “Kissed here and there. Hung out with friends –that was our “dates”. Yeah, so I guess we didn’t really do anything at all…”

                “What a loser,” Oscar laughed.

                “What?!” I looked at him shocked.

                “He was dating a beautiful girl like you and he treated you like a friend,” he said it like it was a bad thing.

                “As opposed to what?” I provoked.

                “Treating you like a princess or something!” he threw his hands up in disbelief. “Didn’t I tell you on the plane to never settle for anyone?”

                I laughed, “Yeah, the stranger that gave me advice. Not creepy at all.”

                “Well,” he rolled his eyes sarcastically, “You fell asleep on that stranger’s chest tonight…”

                I pushed him causing him to tumble over the curb. Luckily it was three in the morning and no cars were out. He jumped back onto the side walk and pushed me back.

                Then, he pulled me to his side and wrapped his arm around my neck. We were standing outside my hotel.

                “I had fun tonight,” I thanked him.

                “Me too,” he smiled down at me. “We should hang out again soon.”

                “Sounds good to me! Maybe for lunch or something. I can’t continue this falling asleep with random guys stuff up. What if the paps find out and I get labeled badly for it?”

                Oscar gasped –his mouth opened wide. “We certainly can’t have that!” he exclaimed in a dramatic tone.

                I chuckled.

                “No, we should meet up for lunch. I’ll text you!”

                “Sounds good! Bye Oscar.”

                He fastened his arms around me. I tightened my own around him. It was way less awkward than our first hug. It was sweet and warm. Before leaving, he placed a small kiss on my cheek.

                “Bye Martha,” he whispered. Then, he walked away.

                As I walked up to my room, my cheek was on fire and my legs felt like jello.

                To quote Martha, “A kiss on the cheek is the first step to the greatest long term relationship you will ever have.”

                Silently, I prayed she was right.

 

 

Chapter End Notes:

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Chapter 9

Martha’s POV

                “Hey,” Oscar smiled down at me. “Good to see you again.” He stepped aside letting me pass through the door.

                “You too,” I smiled back up at him. “How’ve you been the last…. 24 hours?”

                He chuckled, “Oh you know… sleeping, sleeping, watching TV and eating.”

                “Fun stuff man!” Oscar took my purse and hung it on a hook next to the door. He escorted me to the couch where I saw Omar.

                “Martha,” he waved. “Good to see you again.”

                “You too Omar,” I smiled sweetly. He patted the spot on the sofa next to him, so I gracefully slid my way to the sofa.

                “So how is London treating you?”

                “Fairly well actually. When you come from small town USA this is nothing but exciting!”
                Oscar came and sat down next to me, “How was your trip to the university?”

                “It was good!” I shifted my body so that I was facing him “It’s so big and so beautiful!”

                The boys chuckled, “Is there anything here you don’t think in big and beautiful?”
                “Yes, my dorm room. It’s the size of my closet back at home.”

                “Poor little Martie,” Martha joked with a light punch to my arm.

                I laughed along with him.

 

                We watched TV for a little keeping up minimum small talk. It should have been awkward, but it wasn’t.

                After about twenty minutes Oscar got up from the sofa and put his jacket on. “I have to go and get the pizza, Martha. The place is right down the street. Did you want to come with me?” I turned to look at him and saw the eagerness in his eyes, but it was impossible to miss the face Omar was making.

                Oscar shrugged and sighed, “I mean we can go out the back way to avoid the fans but I can’t guarantee that the paps won’t find us….”

                I hopped off the couch and headed to grab my purse. He looked at me as through I was crazy. This time I was the one who shrugged. If I was ever going to get to know Oscar I would just have to get over the downsides of him being famous. I was strong enough to put up with that. I just had to remember to mention it to my mom the next time I talked to her.

                We said goodbye to Omar who looked a little upset to be left alone. I wondered why Liam didn’t invite him to come along. I was kind of hoping it was because he wanted to be with me alone. The idea made me smile.

                 He escorted me to the elevator. Once we were inside he pushed level three. I looked at him confused. He just winked. When the elevator stopped he led me down a dark hallway. He pushed open a door and we were out in the street. I laughed at his secret way. They’d clearly stayed there before.

                We walked in silence for a short amount of time before Oscar felt the need to break the silence.            

                “Have you ever played the question game?” he asked.

                “Are you asking me to play?”

                He nodded his head.

                “You wanna go first?”

                He put a finger to his lips, inquiring what question to ask first. “Tell me about your family.”

                “That’s not a question,” I nudged his side and he nudged me back. “Well, there is my mom and my dad. My mom is a journalist and works from home and my dad is a radiologist. I have two little sisters and a little brother. My brother is seven. His name is Grant. Ania is nine and Alice is eleven.”

                “That’s a pretty big age difference,” Oscar observed. “Seven years?”

                “My parents like to go against statistics. My mom was nineteen when she had me. They got engaged when they were eighteen and had me three months after their wedding.” I laughed. “My mom hates her wedding pictures. She is six months pregnant. Anyway, they got married and moved to Omaha where my dad was in medical school. My mom supported the family by her job at the Omaha World Herald. We lived in a tiny apartment until dad was done with school. By that time I was seven. When we moved into our new house a year after Dad graduated, Alice was only a few months old.”

                “That is impressive.” Liam looked truly impressed. He knew as well as I that many times those kinds of situations don’t turn out that way.

                “I like to think I was the experimental child,” I laughed. “Apparently I did a good job.”

                “I guess so. Okay, your turn to ask.”
                “How did you guys meet and become famous?”

                Oscar ran his hand through his blond hair making it messy. I desperately wanted to fix it for him… or maybe I just wanted to have an excuse to run my hands through my hair –because that’s not creepy at all.

                “I should have figured you would ask that. Well it’s kind of a long story. We were enrolled to prestigious dance institutions throughout the country since we were young, where our talent was nurtured and developed in virtually all the biggest dance styles there is. But it was street dance that became our favorite style. We started performing on the streets and town squares in Stockholm.”

                “That’s really cool,” I smiled at him. “I think you should sing for me and Mary tonight!”

                He snickered, “We’ll see.”

                We continued the question game all the way to the pizza place. Once inside was when the pandemonium hit. There was a group of about a dozen girls eating at the first table in the restaurant. The second Oscar walked through the door, their cries of joy filled the crowded room alerting every other fan that he was there.

                Oscar shot me an apologetic look before pulling me close to his side and walking over to the table of girls.

                “This is why I plan extra time into everything I do,” his warm breath tickled my ear.

                I was proud that he pulled me close to his side. He wasn’t rejecting that we were out together. Not like it was a date anyway, but it still made my stomach squirm.

                Oscar greeted the girls who were clearly star struck to see him. Very few of them were able to hold up a real conversation with him, but he didn’t mind. He took individual pictures with each of the girls and even sang happy birthday to the girl whose birthday they were celebrating.

                Then, he greeted the small group of fans who had politely waited for him to finish with the other group. He took pictures and talked to them. Many times who would look back at me as if to make sure I hadn’t ditched him. Each time he gave me a smile and a wink followed by an apologetic look.

                The girls seemed to have doubled, but after they met, talked to, and got a picture with Oscar, they left him alone. Maybe it was because they had dinner to eat, but it still surprised me. In America, people mobbed celebrities. People here were respectful. At least these fans were.

                “Date with Oscar Enestad?” a girl who was standing next to me questioned.

                Shocked as I was I denied that it was a date. “We are just friends. Just came to get pizza for a movie night we are having with some friends and then this…” I waved my hand over the crowd of girls.

                She laughed, “Everywhere they go…”

                I smiled. This was what it was like to be famous. This was insane.

                After about thirty minutes, all the girls had been satisfied with a picture. A few hung around chatting with Oscar. He, once again, pulled me to his side and excused ourselves. We wandered over to pick up our take out order.

                Oscar led me through the back door of the pizza place and down a dimly lit alley.

                “This isn’t sketch at all,” I chuckled.

                He laughed, “Sorry. It was either this or more fans.”

                I nodded understandingly. “That was really sweet. How you stopped and talked to all of them. This seven year old was crying after she talked to you.”

                “What did you tell me on the plane?” his big brown eyes beat down on me. “You like the famous people who are in the industry for the love of music and their fans? I love the fans –they got us here. The least we can do to repay them is meeting and getting to know them.”

                “Such a humble boy,” I teased.

                “Thanks for waiting though. I didn’t think it would be that crazy.”
                “It’s not a problem.”

                We walked back to the hotel mostly in silence. I loved that about Liam. We didn’t need to be talking the entire time. We could have silence and have it not be awkward. He opened the back entrance door for me and I slipped past him.

                Making our way down to the elevator my heart started pounding. The night really hadn’t started yet, but I was excited none the less.

 

 

Chapter End Notes:

This is part 1 of Movie night. I don't know how long it will be but I couldn't fit it all into one. If you have any ideas or suggestions for what should take place during movie night let me know in a review! Thanks for reading!

Chapter 8

Martha’s POV

                When I woke up the next morning it was 1PM. I guess it was afternoon. I had way overslept. I had been planning on running to a few different stores so that I could pick up a few items that I needed for school. Instead, I had to cut back on which stores I was going to. I wanted to be back to the hotel by three-thirty to get ready for movie night.   

                MOVIE NIGHT! My stomach jumped as I remembered that it was only five hours until I would see Oscar… and the rest of the boys. I jumped out of bed and stretched. Maybe shopping could wait until tomorrow. I decided it could.

                I picked up my laptop and turned it on. I typed a quick email to my roommate and asked her if she had any ideas to spice up our room. I also asked if she would want to meet up for lunch one day. After hitting send I walked to the bathroom and threw my hair up into a ponytail. I slipped on running shorts and a sports bra along with my favorite Nike shoes. Despite the shower that I had taken the night before, I needed to go on a run. I had finally caught up on sleep, and even though I still wasn’t used to the time change, I had a ball of energy that I needed to burn off. I slipped a t-shirt on over my sports bra and headed down the hall to the elevator.

                 Once I was outside, I began to run. I had no idea where I was going but the beating sun was warm on my face. I ran and ran clearing my head and wasting energy. When I returned to the hotel an hour later I felt refreshed. I wasn’t tired; rather I was ready to face the night. I hopped into the shower. After running my favorite shampoo through my hair and scrubbing all the sweat off my body, I grabbed a fluffy white towel from the towel rack and wrapped it tightly around myself.

                I flipped the switch on my straightener and headed to throw on shorts and a t-shirt. I dried my hair and then pulled it straight. Glancing at the clock, I realized it was only four. I flopped on the bed and decided to watch a half hour of TV before I finished getting ready.

 

Oscar’s POV

                I was woken by three bodies slamming into my own.

                I knotted my first and pierced it through the air, making contact with what appeared to be someone’s stomach.

                Someone groaned and collapsed off the bed.

                “Hey now that was not necessary,” Felix’s voice was full of pain. Managing to stand up, he shook off the punch by jumping back on top of the pile with full force.

                “What do you want?!?!” I groaned.

                “It’s one o’clock, lad,” Ogge poked me in the side. “Get your butt out of bed!”

                “NO!” I pulled the pillows out from underneath me. I slung one at Ogge’s face and used the other one to cover my head.

                Omar had picked up the pillow that had missed Ogge’s head and was now whacking me with it. “Get up Liam!” He said each word with an impact of the pillow.

                “IT’S YOUR DATE NIGHT!” Felix taunted.

                “SHIT!” I sat up suddenly. I knew that Martha was coming over tonight, but it had completely escaped my mind.

                “I gotta go,” Ogge said. “Bye!”

                Then Ogge was gone. My stare followed him as he left.

                “Hot date,” Omar laughed. I shook my head. Mary was coming over tonight –but that wasn’t good enough for the needy couple. God knows they’d make out the whole movie anyway.

                “We’re off too.” Omar pulled Felix off the bed. “Lunch time!” Felix left the room leaving me with Omar.

                “Erm, Omar, you can get off of me…” He was still draped across my legs. “My foot is falling asleep.”

                Omar slapped my knee before sliding next to me.

                “Are you nervous?” he asked, his voice was monotone.

                One thing people typically mistake Omar for is a heartbreaking vain member of a boy band. Sure he has his stuck up moments, but everyone in the world does. Truth be told he treats girls like there is nothing more important in the world… other than his best friends that his, because Omar is always there for us.

                “I don’t think I need to be,” I answered honestly. “I think it will be fine. She’ll ask her questions. I’ll answer. Hopefully we’ll just have a fun time.”

                I was a little nervous… I just wanted everything to go well. Sitting with the guys on the plane is one thing. There are other people around. When you put us four alone though, we act; well we act like four teenage guys. What more can you expect of us?

                “It’ll be ok. She seems classy. What are you gonna wear?”

                Leave it to Omar to think of everything –including what I would wear. He had hopped off the bed and was tearing through my suitcase that had clothes scattered everywhere. Omar pulled out a dark blue zip hoody, a white v-neck, and a pair of jeans.

                “Here,” he handed me the outfit.

                “Is this what girl do?” I asked as I slipped the jeans over my boxers. I left the shirt and sweatshirt on the bed as I headed to the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. “Pick out each others’ clothes?”      

                Omar laughed, “I reckon so.”

                We ended up watch tv and going through twitter mentions to pass time. It wasn’t long before I realized Martha would be there in little under an hour. I had Omar order the pizza as I went to get dressed. I still hadn’t put my shirt on –but I figured I should probably put it on before Martha got here.

                I slipped on my shirt and sweatshirt and brushed my teeth. I ran my fingers through my messy hair, detangling any sloppy looking curls. I was suddenly nervous –though I didn’t really have a reason to be. It wasn’t a date. I shook my head. It wasn’t a date.

 

Martha’s POV

After distracting myself long enough, I finished my hair and did my makeup. Then, I darted to my suitcase which was lying open on the bed. I picked through it until I found short khaki shorts and a white and blue striped short-sleeve shirt. I slipped on a pair of chocolate Uggs and glanced in the mirror. Shorts and Uggs –strange but comfortable. It was me.

                I grabbed my purse from the desk chair and unplugged my phone sticking it in my pocket. I strode down to the elevator and came out into the lobby. I walked slowly to the curb and waited for a taxi.

                Once I was in the taxi I pulled up the hotel name that was saved on my phone and told it to the driver. She shook her head and drove off.

                “You look very nice,” the young driver complimented.

                “Thank you,” I smiled at her. She wasn’t very old –possibly in her late twenties.

                “Date night?”

                “No,” my heart fluttered at the thought of a date with Oscar. “Just hanging out with some, er, friends.”

                “Guy friends –I get it. I was that age not too long ago.” She winked and I chuckled.

                The drive to the hotel was antagonizing slow. The traffic was all backed up and we were barely moving,

                I kept glancing at my phone nervously hoping that I wouldn’t be late. As the time ticked by, I decided I should sent Oscar a text and tell him the traffic was really bad. I didn’t want him to think I was blowing him off.

                Hey Oscar, I’m on my way but we are just sitting here in traffic. I most likely will be a litter late. I’m sorry.

                His response took about ten minutes, but he told me not to worry. Ogge had gone out and got caught up with some fans. Felix and Mary had gone to a movie and were stuck in traffic as well. He and Omar were the only ones at the hotel, so he told me not to fret.

                I relaxed in my seat and rested my head against the head rest reminding myself to breath. Giving me time to think is the worst thing you could possibly do. My mind like to race through every possible scenario it could create and always ended with me being really worked up.

                I asked the driver if she could turn the radio up. She seemed to understand, so she blasted California King Bed through the small car. Twenty minutes later, when we finally arrived at the hotel, I had managed to calm myself down.

                Once again there were fans outside of the hotel. They had posters and thing written on their arms and foreheads. I really wanted to go and have the boys come out and meet them. Any fans with that much dedication surely deserved to meet the guys.

                I made my way to the door and headed to the elevator. I told the man that I was second to last floor. He looked at me like I was crazy.

                “Are you one of those crazy fans who thinks you can just go up and see the boys like you are invited to?”

                “Well see, Ogge is at some mall with their fans. Felix and his girlfriend, Mary, are stuck in traffic so technically Oscar and Omar are the only ones up there….”

                The man shot me the dirtiest look, “Just because you know where they are does not mean…”

                Before I could finish my sentence I cut him off. “Why don’t you just ask me if I have a card?” I pulled the card from yesterday out of my purse and showed it to him. “And just so you know, I only know where each of the boys are because Liam texted me telling me not to worry about being late. Except for now I am even later because you are accusing me of things I am not guilty of.”

                I felt bad for yelling at him, but I couldn’t believe he wasn’t even slightly polite about the whole situation.

                “Sorry miss.”

                The elevator moved in silence. When we reached the boys’ floor the door opened, “Have a nice time.”

                “Thank you,” I smiled politely and walked down the hall. As I reached the door to the room my heart stopped. Suddenly I was nervous. It was the most nervous I had been in a long time. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. It was only a night out with friends. That was the last thing I told myself before Oscar’s face appeared in the door.

 

Chapter End Notes:

Sorry this is so late. I haven't been home all night so I didn't have time to upload it. The next three days are going to be hard for me to update and since it's a pretty big part of the story (Oscar and Martha's movie night) I want to make sure it is really good.  Thanks for reading. Please rate and review. Follow me on twitter @FoooerProblems