Ariadne sits patient, gnawing on her bottom lip in the corner of her room. It's less cramped in here than it could have been; the girls were lucky enough to get one of the more spacious rooms in this house, considering there were four of them. She thinks only briefly about the other contestants in this house before putting her focus on herself and her bandmates. The rest of the girls are wasting the night having a laugh, a drink or two, two of them leaving to go mingle with other contestants in the party being held downstairs. Lucky them, they can unwind at a time like this.
'We almost got ourselves booted last week,' is all she can think about. She - they - came so close to losing their chance last week. How. . .how can everyone be so relaxed?
"Fuck," she breathes, threading her fingers through her hair. She may dye it soon. Maybe black. Once she learns how to play a note on her goddamned guitar, maybe then she can worry about dying her hair and drinking and partying and
shit, what if they fail again? She gets up, paces the length of the room, wanting desperately to talk to someone but not wanting to come off as, well, desperate. "Fuck."
Louis pops open his can of beer, smirking as he watches the lads run wild around him. Why they came to the party just to fall on top of each other, he doesn't quite understand. They could have just as easily played Leapfrog like five year olds in the privacy of their room, but whatever.
"Loueh," calls one of them, "c'mere, hop."
"No, thanks," he mutters, sitting on the floor and watching Zayn collapse onto Harry, the two of them now a pile of long limbs, tattoos, and drunken giggles. "I'm fine here."
"C'mon, we got the most votes, celebrate, you cunt," Niall kicks at him, spilling some of his drink on Louis' leg and caring little to none. He may apologize when he's sober. He may not. "You can't just not play. We'd just
love you on top of us."
"Flattery gets you everywhere, Horan," Louis says with a roll of his eyes, "but not now. Go on, shoo."
He just needs to think. Sure, they got the most votes this week, but God only knows what could happen. If they want a chance, if they want to do something other than go back home with their tails between their legs, they need to stay on their A-game. And sure, Louis is all for letting go and fucking around, but he's just gotten a thought. He failed his A-Levels when he was back home. He straight-up
failed. He doesn't have the head for college, he can't focus on it, he can't keep himself steady in it. He needs this. Or it's a life of failure, now ain't it?
"You sure now? Some of the ladies are playin' now," Niall says, wiggling his eyebrows like he's just the cutest. And he is. He's pretty cute. Louis thinks he's very cute. But not now.
"I'm sure. Don't catch anythin'. Have fun."