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