Tom held Dotty in his arms as they watched some shows on nickelodeon, they were cuddling beneath a blanket, and he was trying to keep the whole Fionn situation off of her mind. It seemed to be working. He started to ask her something but got no response only to find the girl asleep on his chest. Tom shuffled out from beneath her and gently laid her down and tucked her in, turning the television off and the lamp. He made sure everything else was turned off and her phone on charge with her usual alarms before exiting her hotel room and wandering back to his and the lads. "Where have you been?" Harry asked with his hands on his hips resembling a sassy mum.

"I was with Dotty." Tom replied, "But she fell asleep, anyway, can I talk to you, alone?" He nodded towards Harry and Fionn's room whilst the others watched tv together. Harry followed him into the room shutting the door behind him and switching on the light.

"What's up?" He questioned.

"Dotty knows that it's Fionn she is texting. She isn't mad, she just wants to know why he lied."

"Well, that's good then, what's she going to do about it?" Asked Harry running a hand through his hair which he was still getting used to as being short. it had been a long time since it was that length. "Is she going to tell him?"

Tom shrugged, "I'm not sure, I tried to keep it off of her mind." Harry wiggled his eyebrows smirking suggestively, "NO! Dirty boy! We were watching Nickelodeon and episode of iCarly with you and the boys in to be specific. She fell asleep not long after and that's where I left."

"We'll just have to wait and see then."

* * *

The next day Dotty was rushed off of her feet. She was sent here there and everywhere collecting props, dropping props off, directing extras where to go, picking up litter and a hell of a lot more. She had her headphones in and her playlist on shuffle, drowning everything else out. It was as if it was her and the music in the world all alone and her music was good!

Her head bobbed as she picked up items and her mouth hummed along to the tune she was listening too. She jiggled a little, every so often, but it was barely noticed by anyone. Her music taste differed from Blink-182, The Stiff Dylans, One Direction, Jason Derulo, R5, Bruno Mars, Taylor Swift, Ed Sheeran and many others, a mix of everything from country to trap, she wasn't fussy, if she liked a song she liked a song, it was as simple as that.

It was lunchtime and Fionn found himself watching the young woman in amusement as she didn't have a care in the world. A smile spread on his face and laughter tumbled from his lips causing the others to follow his gaze. Dotty was carrying a long log for some reason and Fionn swore he could see her pretending it was a guitar at one point. As she passed the group who were perched on the sand, she was oblivious to their presence even when she stumbled over a pebble and tried to play it off as if she didn't do anything at all. Her music must have been quite loud as she didn't even bat an eyelash at the group who chuckled at her trip, instead, she continued with her job humming along to her music.

The guys simply thought she was into her music so much, which don't get her wrong she was, but really she was just trying to distract herself from the whole Fionn situation. She had received a message from him that morning but hadn't replied, she didn't know how to nor could she bring herself to do so. She felt awkward. More awkward than normal. She wished she had the confidence to walk up to him and blurt it out but she didn't. How could she tell him that he had been messaging her and neither realised? Unless he knew already.

Dotty groaned crouching down for a moment with her head in her hands before jumping up again and continuing with her work. It must have looked similar to Zac Efron in High School Musical 2 when he was dancing to 'Bet on it', absolutely crazy! She dumped the log in a random place behind one of the tents before traipsing back to where she was moving stuff from. This time, it was an empty bin.

A sudden light bulb moment hit her and she grinned widely. Suddenly, Dotty didn't feel that awkward towards Fionn when she was running over to them with an empty bin in her hand, shoving her headphones into her pocket. She dumped the bin on the sand and turned to Fionn. "Can you do me a favour?" She asked him, noting he had just finished eating.

"Sure." He shrugged. "What do you need me to do?"

"Lay down with your eyes closed and trust me." She stated. Everyone looked as if the girl was crazy but watched intrigued nonetheless.

Fionn cocked an eyebrow but nodded, laying back with his eyes closed and hands covering them. "I'm not going to get hurt, am I? Or you ditch me?"

Dotty smirked, "Nope." She turned around and picked the bin up so that it was laying sideways in her hand and shuffled closer to Fionn. She clasped his feet in one arm and guided the bin to cover them before setting his legs, inside the bin, onto the sand. "You can open your eyes now." She said.

Fionn lifted his arms from his eyes and blinked repeatedly. "What the hell?" He turned to her.

Dotty was giggling to herself before glancing at the others who were even more confused. "You've heard of elf on the shelf, now get ready for Fionn in a bin."

Jack burst out laughing, the others joining him not long after, falling back and rolling around in amusement and even Fionn was crying with laughter. Dotty stood proudly, her posture tall and confident, "You crack me up, lassy." Said Jack through his laughter. "Honestly, you are an absolute gem!"

"It wasn't that funny." Fionn sarcastically stated, jest glimmering in his eyes as he kicked off the bin from his legs. Dotty stood closer to him.

"Oh, it de-Fionn-ately is." She said pointing at him.

He groaned and reached up to poked her ribs which made her squirm. She'd probably regret that later on. Once people know you are ticklish they'll use it to their advantage. "Dotty..." he sighed in annoyance but it was clear he was joking at the same time.

This time the girl pointed at Harry, "You've got to admit I have got Style....s"

(Cillian on a pavilion)

(Aneurin on a chin) <<Doesn't really work pmsl.