~Chapter 10~

                                    

                                          
WARNING: this chapter contains underage drinking and if you're into that type of thing, please don't force yourself to read it. I, of course, do not condone underage drinking or any of the other illegal things done in this chapter.
                          
Even after Harry and I's little encounter, the next six weeks were very uneventful and we got stuck in a rut. Every day it was the same thing-go to concert building, rehearsal, concert, check into hotel, and then back to the concert building. 
                          
The most exciting thing though, was that we weren't in Europe anymore. Just last week we had crossed over to Asia and were now heading over to Tokyo for our next concert. I have yet to see another black person besides Chocolate Chunk, who already stands out enough with his height.  
                          
"You guys, I am sooo bored," I groaned one evening as we were heading to another hotel. I swear, they're all starting to look alike now.  
                          
"You think you're the only one?" scoffs Louis uncharacteristically. The touring rut was even getting to Louis, who was usually cheerful and happy no matter where he was. 
                          
"We're stuck in a rut, Chocolate Chunk," tee hee, that rhymed, I thought to myself, "Do you think there's anything or anyplace we could go hang out for a change of scenery?" I continued to whine. 
                          
"Well, next to the hotel is a pretty exclusive club you guys could hang out in without being recognized," he answered. My mouth popped into an O of surprise since I hadn't actually expected him to answer me, but it soon formed into a grin of utter joy. We were finally going to do something besides sleep tonight! The boys soon followed suit in my cries of joy and went around high fiving each other. 
                          
"What's wrong, Savi? Aren't you excited?" Niall asked, eyebrows furrowed with concern when he saw the look on my face. 
                          
"I have nothing to wear!" I finally exclaimed and it was true. I had absolutely nothing club worthy in my backpack to wear. 
                          
There was collective eye rolling and a few "Are you kidding me?"s.  
                          
"You could just wear one of your short shorts and a tank top, you don't have to be wearing designer clothing to get into a club," assured Liam, but I was going to need some heavy convincing.  
                          
"And no makeup!" I continued to gripe. They all tried to pitch in useful advice, but none were working. I was still grousing about it when we checked into the hotel. 
                          
As I walked to my room, the bright colors of the gift shop caught my eye and I went to investigate and gasped. This gift shop was like nothing I'd ever seen before. It has everything from sexy kimonos to toilet paper with Japanese symbols on them. 
                          
Liam and Zayn stopped to admire with me. 
                          
"Whoa, this place has everything," marveled Zayn as he checked out a dragon figurine. "Savannah, you could even buy an outfit and makeup for the club in this tiny shop!" 
                          
I smiled at Zayn and told him that was a brilliant idea even though I'd already come up with it myself and dragged them to the back of the shop where the kimonos were. 
                          
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"How do I look?" I asked the boys when I was done putting the finishing touches on my makeup. I had chosen a bright blue silk, thigh high kimono to wear, found some strappy black heels and covered my lashes with mascara and dusted my eyelids with fine blue powder.  
                          
Everyone's jaws dropped either in surprise or horror. 
                          
"What? Is it that bad?" I fiddled with the buttons nervously, trying to analyze the looks on their faces. 
                          
"No, no! It's just that . . . we didn't know someone could look so good in a kimono," Harry finally sputtered. I blushed modestly, snapped open the fan I'd bought, and hid behind it like I'd seen in the pictures.