Freaking out, I slip away from between Liam and Noah and quietly leave the room. I walk down the hall to my bedroom, closing the door slowly behind me and leaning against it, trying to catch my breath.
After a few moments, I quietly open the door again and head to the kitchen. I take the kettle, fill it, and set it to boil, grabbing a chamomile tea bag. While the water heats, I lean against the counter, sipping slowly once the tea is ready, my thoughts running through the appointments I have lined up at the studio.
When I finish, I rinse out my cup and place it on the drying rack. Then, without a sound, I turn and head back into my room.
Back in my room, I close the door again, this time letting it click shut softly. The silence wraps around me like a blanket, but it does nothing to cal
