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"Ten minutes, Avery. You were supposed to be down at breakfast ten minutes ago. Come on out." Cameron, the boy's director, called out, banging on Avery's hotel room door. His frustration and a hint of concern increased when he received no response.
"Avery, everyone's coming back up in an hour. I expect you to be ready when they're done." He huffed a disappointed sigh, expecting better of her on her first official day.
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Indiana sat at the table with the boys and Kaitlyn, worry overbearing her about why Avery hadn't woken up or responded to her texts. She looked down at her phone, no new notifications appeared. The table was quiet, the empty chair being on everyone's mind.
"One-night stand kinda girl?" Louis questioned, making Indiana's head go up. "Definitely not, I think I should go check on her." Indiana stood up, tucked her chair in, and rubbed her hands against her denim shorts. She walked out of the cafe across from the hotel. The breeze was cool, but the sun was still shining. Her white t-shirt and headband felt like they were clinging to her body as she tried to keep herself calm, what if something had happened to Avery? She waited at the start of the pedestrian crossing, waiting for the light to turn red. Her head turned towards the sound of a voice, female.
"Indiana? What are you doing out here?"
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Avery Lewis
A massive failed attempt at filing a police report. It was like God himself was punishing me for trying.
I stepped out of the police precinct, not knowing where to go from here. As much as I said I wasn't cold to Harry, I really was. I just didn't want to admit he was right. I didn't feel like going back to the hotel room and having the slightest chance of bumping into him again, so I decided to keep walking. I wasn't in the mood to fight anymore.
I found myself sitting down on a water fountain, my feet touching the thousands of pennies that people have thrown in. My mind was a mess, millions of things crowding my thoughts that it hurt to think for myself.
"You look like shit."
The voice behind startled me, I turned towards it and found myself looking at a redhead who had the most gorgeous blue eyes I'd ever seen. She kicked off her red vans, her socks that had little cactuses on them now getting soaked when she dipped her feet in. We just sat there. But it was nice, not having to speak but having the company. She suddenly spoke, her question out of the blue.
"Would you rather have eyes for nipples or nipples for eyes?" I looked over at her, her expression serious.
"I guess, eyes for nipples, yeah," I answer. She nods, almost like an approval of my answer. "Could you imagine having nipples for eyes? It would be so weird. But then, if a guy took your top off, he would just see these eyes staring at him."
I laughed at her words, who was this girl? She started laughing with me when I said, "Is there even a right answer for this?"
She looks at me for a second, her red hair blowing into her face from the sudden wind. "There's always a right answer for everything."
I thought about what she said for a second, she was right, I had never thought of it like that.
"You're kind of smart," She smiles at me, "I've been told. What's your name? A mysterious girl who sits in fountains at three-thirty in the morning."
"Avery."
"Amber." I raise my eyebrow, looking at her hair and then back at her. "Is that because of?" I trail off.
"Yes. My parents were hippies." Of course, they were.
She removed her feet from the cold water, the thought of her wet socks making me shriek silently. She slid her shoes back on and looked at me,
"I feel like you're looking for an answer to something, I hope it eventually comes to you." She walked off before I could respond. I took my feet out of the water and turned around, watching her walk out of the empty park. I sat there for what felt like hours but would've only been a matter of minutes, letting the entire night sink into me fully. I had landed in Los Angeles, had paparazzi take photos of me like I was some a-list celebrity, walked around with global popstar Harry Styles, then had a huge argument with him, and now I was sitting in a fountain in the middle of the night. What has my life come to?
I stood up and decided to go back to the hotel, considering I was going to have to be up early, but that was before some guy on a corner street offered me a cigarette dipped in acid. At the time, it felt like a smart decision to get my mind off everything, but now I sat at the front of a real estate building at seven-forty six in the morning, my brain feeling numb and my body weak. I forced myself to get up and walk back to the hotel, hoping that I wouldn't get noticed, considering my state and appearance I was in.
I walked down the street, thanking whoever was looking down on me for making the hotel so close. I crossed the street to avoid the busy Monday morning traffic, finding myself walking down to the crossing that led to the building. That's when I saw a blonde girl standing at the crossing, realising it was Indiana. "Indiana? What are you doing out here?"
Her head turned towards me, her expression showing instant relief. "Where the fuck have you been?" She looked down at my state, seeing what I was wearing. "Are you wearing your pyjamas?" Her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes were squinted. "Yeah, went for a walk last night for longer than I expected. Ended up in downtown LA somehow." I chuckle, looking into the cafe building that we stood in front of, my stomach practically begging me to go inside, but stop when I see them all looking directly at me, coffees in hand.
"I'm gonna go back to the room and get some rest before the show. My legs are aching." My yawn finishes my sentence when I cover my mouth.
"I can't believe you walked around looking like this in the most populated part of Los Angeles. I cannot." She laughs but then stops abruptly. I looked at her with a lost gaze, wondering why she stopped. Indiana coughed deliberately, her eyes moving to the left of me. I turn around to see them leaning against the wall with confused looks on their faces.
"Are you okay?" Louis questions, but I think he already knows the answer.
"Holy shit. Avery's on acid. Look at her eyes." Liam scoffs, shaking his head. The boys start laughing, but Indiana just gasps, in complete shock. "No way," She shakes me hard enough that I swear my soul leaves my body for a second. "Oh my fucking god, you are too!" She laughs.
"Whatever, I would very much like to get back to my room. And sleep."
"Soundchecks in an hour. No can do Lewis." I roll my eyes at his words. It's his fault I was even out last night.
"I don't need to be there for soundcheck," I call out, walking across the road, not waiting for a response.
I enter the air-conditioned building, the reception now crowded with hotel guests and workers. I walk to the elevator and press the up button, tapping my foot against the floor. I hear the sounds of leather boots coming closer to me, turning my head, I see the last person I expected and wanted. He stands next to me in a black Harley Davidson shirt and black skinny jeans, his outfit for the day. The elevator doors opened, and I stepped in without waiting for the group of people to get out. As soon as they all exited, I pressed the shut doors button, the doors closing before Harry could comprehend anything. I tapped the button for my floor, leaning my head against the side mirror. I stepped out of the elevator and walked to my room, opening the door and seeing my room still in the same condition from a few hours ago. I walked over to the bed and immediately crashed onto it, my eyes forcefully shutting.
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"Avery Louise Lewis, I swear to God, if you don't open this door, I will break it down myself."
I groaned into the sheets, throwing the pillow over my face to block the noise. "Avery! Avery-" The door suddenly opens, which makes my head shoot up. "How did you?" But to be honest, I didn't care that she was in there, my brain felt like it was fried.
"Do you not lock your door or something? You know what, that's not the point. Get up. Soundcheck started an hour ago."
I groan once again into my pillow but end up screaming out from Indiana's body weight, now sitting on me. "Get up, get up!" She starts hitting me with my pillow, my hands coming up to grab it, so she stops. "Okay! I'm getting up," I whine. She pulled herself off me and walked over to her bag. I forced myself to get out of bed, running a hand over my face. I move to the bathroom and shut the door behind me, I remove my clothes and throw them in the corner, then step into the shower. I turn the shower on and let the hot water hit my back, changing it to cold to wake me up and wet my face and hair.
The room is steamy, and the glass is fogged up, so I don't notice Indiana sitting on the toilet, the lid closed, thankfully. "You have to wear this shirt, by the way." She puts the shirt up against the glass. I wipe the shower door slightly so I can see what it is. "A plain white tee?" I question. Lathering soap on my back. She looked at the shirt and then flipped it around. The shirt had printed words that said: I'm with the band.
"Eugh," I say in disgust, why on earth would they make us wear this? "Why do we have to wear this?"
"I don't. You do, though. I'm not exactly sure why, maybe cause you're more important."
"And who told you I had to wear this." My eyebrows raise as I wash my face with soap. "Oh, Harry." I roll my eyes, how stupid did he think I was?
"Well, I'm definitely not wearing it. Not in a million years." I turn the shower off and reach out for my towel. Indiana handed it to me and folded the shirt onto the bathroom counter. " He said you had to, or you won't be allowed in." She closes the door behind her when she walks out. I step out of the shower and wrap the towel around me, moving in front of the bathroom mirror. I start brushing my hair, then eventually grab the stupid shirt and take it outside, Indiana looking through my suitcase.
"What are you doing?" I question. "Looking for something sexy for you to wear. You dress like a mom." My clothes are all over the room, the outcome of her throwing all my belongings out. "That's not true, is it?" I question. She nods and walks to her bag, a small purple shoulder bag. She pulls out a black lace corset top, one I know lifts your breasts, which is the reason why Indiana loves it so much.
"Oh no, no. I am not wearing that."
"Oh, come on, you have so much to show off. It will make you look one hundred times hotter." Is she referring to my boobs right now?
"I thought I had to wear this?" I hold the shirt up. "Forget it. This is way better." She throws the top over to me, I think about it for a minute. I guess it would piss him off if I put it on.
"Fine."
Indiana starts clapping, "I'll be outside, hurry up and make yourself look presentable." She picks up her bag and phone, walks to the door and closes it behind her. I waste no more time and drop my towel. I pick up one of the scattered bras and panties I first see, mix-matched, but no one's going to see it anyway. I put on my black cargo pants and the top Indiana gave me, turning towards the mirror in the bathroom and almost dropping my jaw to my feet. There was no way I could wear this.
"Inds, I cannot wear this." She slams the door open, making me flinch from the noise. I turn to see her standing in the doorway with Liam; his mouth gaped into an O shape. "I think you can." They both say. My tits were practically spilling from the top, which in a way, was a positive, but I think it's too much.
"You better be putting some makeup on and doing your hair nice." She demands. "Isn't this just soundcheck? And shouldn't you be at soundcheck?" I question Liam. He shrugs, pulling out a small flask and downing the unknown liquid.
"We're not coming back here, decided to just stay there till the concert." I should've probably known that from what she was wearing. A sleeveless silver sequin tube top, a black mini skirt, and my Doc Martens?
"Are those?" I question, pointing at my shoes. "Yeah. Sorry."
She wasn't sorry.
"What shoes am I going to wear now?" I groan I hadn't realised that Liam was picking up my clothes, specifically my thongs and bras. "Why are you?-" Before I could respond, a thong is slingshot into my face.
"Your rooms a mess." He says. I throw the thong into my suitcase, snatching the clothes in his hand and throwing them in, too.
"Get out and go to soundcheck."
He crosses his arms and snaps back, "I'm waiting for you, you twat." I roll my eyes at his attitude, before I can fire back, Indiana interrupts. "Ah, ah. I gotta do her makeup."
Indiana sat me down on my bed, throwing her black sambas next to me to put on and opening her mini eyeshadow pallet. "Stay still."
Liam sat in one of the chairs, a cigarette in his hand now as he waited for Indiana to finish doing my makeup and hair. She did a slight sparkle over some eyeshadow, then a little eyeliner with a darker shade. She put my hair into half up, half down, some pins holding it up. We were finally ready, so I tied my shoelaces, and we walked out. I closed the door behind me, listening to Liam talk on the phone to who I assumed was one of the boys.
"They just finished getting ready. We're in the elevator right now." He looked down at my appearance and then said on the phone, "No, she's wearing something else. A black top that looks like a bra." I'm guessing he's talking to Harry. "It's a corset." Indiana corrects him, he nods and corrects himself when he speaks into the phone.
The elevator doors opened, and Liam came right up next to me, leaning down.
"Harry said to check your phone." His phone is now not against his ear, so I look down at my phone to see his message.
'One more wrong move.'
'Exactly.'
If I didn't do what he wanted, he would let Indiana and me off, and we would be free. That's what I thought, at least.
'Have a death wish, do we?'
'No.'
'One more fucking wrong move, and you're gone. Indiana, too.'
Shit. I didn't think he meant it like that. "We better go back then and get the shirt," I recommend, not wanting to have my throat and Indiana's slit by midnight.
"He's just fucking around with you, Avery. I think he's a bit pissed from last night, that's all." My face drops at Liam's words. I can feel Indiana's gaze burning into my back.
"What? What happened last night?" She asks, shoving my shoulder with a stern expression.
"Nothing, nothing." I disregard it, hoping she'll let it go. "Okay, but you're telling me later." Knowing this was the best I was gonna get, I let it slide. We entered the back of the black SUV, the driver starting the car and driving towards the stadium. I looked out of the window; the sky was clear, and it wasn't too cold today, which made me want to explore LA further.
"So, how long are we here for again? And do we get time to look around?" I ask Liam. He's still finishing his cigarette from before but rolls the window down and discards it, looking at me.
"We've got the three shows, then have a day off after. Fly out next morning." I nod, and Indiana looks at me. "Looking at what you brought along with you for clothes, we are using that day to buy you some things somewhat attractive." I roll my eyes at her words, what was with this girl sometimes?
"I think you forget I was a part-time bartender. And I'm still trying to pay off my bills." I didn't just have money to throw around like her.
"We can help with that," Liam speaks, looking between Indiana and me. I raise an eyebrow, but in more of a way like, can you say it with her here?
"I'll tell you about it later. We're about to arrive." He looks up ahead at Staples Centre, answering my question without explaining how. The car pulls up in the basement parking lot and stops in front of the elevators. We exit the car, and Liam opens the boot and grabs his duffle, shutting it and catching up to us in the elevator. We sit in the elevator for a couple of seconds, then make it to the backstage level. Liam leads the way down the many hallways, stage managers, coordinators, and workers all rushing to different rooms with millions of tasks. Liam starts walking up a flight of stairs, telling us to follow him. When we get to the top of the stairs, Liam opens the two doors and reveals the stadium, my mouth gaping open at the sight.
The stadium was huge from this angle, with the tens of thousands of seats that would be full in a couple of hours and the massive stage. Harry was at the front of the stage, practising one of his solo songs, Kiwi.
I heard the familiar flirty whistle from Niall, who was over at his electric guitar. I looked over in his direction, his eyes travelling up my figure, then eventually to my face. He raised his eyebrows in a cocky mood which made me roll my eyes.
"Here's your camera," Liam puts his bag onto the floor, crouching down and opening it, revealing my camera on top of his belongings. How did he get that?
"Oh, I totally forgot, thanks. How did you get this? I thought I had it in my suitcase."
"Harry got it when you invited him into your room?" I heard Louis and Niall snickering and whispering stupid things louder than needed. I look at Indiana, whose face is in shock but also anger, she was angry at something I wasn't even aware of.
"You have a lot to catch me up on." She points at me, walking over to where Harry is. She says something to him, and he acknowledges her back. I don't think Harry minded her, which made me feel better because maybe he would be less inclined to hurt her then.
"I know he came in when you were changing. Just didn't think you'd want me to say that," Liam whispers in my ear. I thank him because it's true. I turned on my camera and checked the SD card, seeing that it was empty so I wouldn't have to limit taking photos. I said goodbye to Liam and went over to Niall, who was practising on the guitar and then went over to Louis on the drums. I eventually went around to everyone except Harry; I wasn't in the mood to deal with his bullshit. All these photos were just behind the scenes for Indiana to post on socials, so I wasn't too phased by the quality or how they turned out.
"I consider avoiding me very rude and wrong." He leaned down next to me, crouching as I was taking photos from the ground of Zayn shredding the guitar. "What a shame, I genuinely care about your opinion of me." He half chuckles at my insincerity, he puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes them back. I jerk at his action, what was this guy's problem?
"Are you okay? Is there something wrong with you?" I stand up and put the camera strap over my head so I didn't have to hold it anymore.
"No. There's something wrong with your posture, though." He puts his shoulders back, kind of like a reminder for me to, but I just roll my eyes.
"Your eyes are going to roll to the back of your head one day, you know." He shakes his head. I don't bother feeding into him, so I crouch back down again, my back posture proving him right, but come on, I was crouching. He leans down again, his lips close to my ear.
"You gonna come take my pictures, Doll?"
I nearly jump out of my own skin when he calls me that. I hated that nickname. He moves himself in front of me when I stand up properly. "Not a fan of the nickname?"
"I wanna rip my skin off when you say it, so don't" I brush past him and start walking to the floor, wanting to get a group photo. "Got it."
"Can everyone get into a line or something? I want to get a photo of you guys." Indiana comes off stage, taking the hint I meant just of the band. The boys all meet at the front of the stage, their arms around each other exactly like the night I had realised who they were. The more I thought about it, the more engrossed I was. Why had they robbed the bank? Were they in debt? Owed money? Or did they just do it for fun?
"Avery."
"Shit. Sorry." I shake myself out of the void I was in, bringing the camera up to my eye, the flash going off when I press the shutter. I take a look at the picture on the screen, happy with the result. "That's all." I dismiss them, letting them go back to their practice. I walk back onto the stage, sitting on the edge with my feet dangling. I'm swiping through the various photos I took, deleting ones I knew weren't good enough.
"Let's get this over and done with Lewis."
I look up from my camera, his arms crossed and a microphone in his hand. I stop myself from rolling my eyes, not wanting to receive another comment about my excessiveness. I stand up from my spot and switch to my regular settings, waiting for Harry to get in position. I take a few casual ones of him singing and others of him doing regular actions like walking or brushing his hand through his hair.
"Can you do what you did with Zayn?" I look up from my camera. "What?" I question.
"The guitar thing. How you took it from lower." He looks away like he is avoiding my gaze. I feel a smile tug at my lips, but I contain myself.
"Yeah. With guitar or?"
"Without's fine. I'll just use this." He looks at the microphone and then readjusts his bandana in his hair. I nod and bend down, squatting so one knee touches the ground, and my elbow is leaned on for balance. I bring the camera up to my face, waiting for the right part of the song to take the photo. He begins on a high note, so I take a few during it. I continued to take a few extra at the end of the song in case he didn't like any. He finishes the song and looks at me, I stand up and press the button to move to the camera roll. Harry moves closer to me, his head looking over my shoulder as I switch through the photos. I made it to the one he was most keen on. He focused on it thoroughly.
"Yeah. That'll do." He nods, feeling his intense gaze on me and not the camera anymore. I look up at him, and he analyses my eyes like he is looking for something.
"If it's the eyeshadow, it was Indiana. I didn't have a choice." I admit. That girl was not letting me leave without doing my makeup.
"Right, yeah. Not bad." He starts walking away when he listens into the ear monitor he has on, answering whoever is speaking to him. I huffed out a very much-needed breath. It felt like I had stopped breathing for a minute.
The soundcheck went faster than I expected. I spent my time getting last-minute photos and then transferring them over to Indiana's phone to upload onto the social media accounts. When it hit four-thirty, the stage crew hurried us off to finish lighting and stage setup. The boys went into their individual changing rooms, which left me and Indiana wandering around backstage. Eventually, Cameron found us and relocated us into a double room for us to hang in.
We sat on the couch for about half an hour. The crowd would start rolling in at five-thirty, so I would have to be on my feet to take photos of the full stadium. I was currently sending over all the photos to Indiana I had taken, and she was uploading them.
"Avery, Indiana, time to come out." Cameron knocks on the door. I stand up and look at Indiana, who is reapplying her lip liner, waiting for her to finish. "Hurry up, Indiana, we need to go." I hurried her, forcing her to stand up and walk to the door. When I opened the door, we were faced with a stern, crossed look from Cameron, his bleached blonde hair and eyebrow piercing making him look even more formidable and unapproachable. But I had to remember that this guy once saved me from a situation he wasn't even aware of. Just when I reminded myself of this, it made me wonder, did he know? Was he aware of what the boys were doing? I took into account how Cameron was acting and his body and facial language. He had an unfixed gaze, his shoulders back and posture perfect; he didn't fidget once, and from all the brief encounters I have had with him, he seemed straightforward and proper. He didn't seem like someone who had seen a lot.
"You two have designated seating located near the stage. I'll be expecting the both of you to be in that box in five." He listens into the earpiece in his ear, looks us both up and down and starts speaking into the microphone.
"They're going into the box now, I've just told them. Yes." He directs his eyes to the stairs behind him, turning his body around and pointing at them. We both nod, Indiana closes the compact mirror in her hand and puts it into her shoulder bag. We walked up the stairs that led to the stadium floor. I guided us through the crowd of hustling fangirls, and I showed my pass to the security guard, who allowed us into the tent. I switched my previous SD card from the camera to a new one to allow me to take more. I put the card into Indiana's bag, watching her zip it up just in case she lost it. I turned to the back of the space, getting some close-up photos of fans trading bracelets and taking their own photos of the stage.
I walked out of the tent, passing the security guard who was asking me questions, but stopped when I lifted my camera. I stepped back so I was leaning against the barricade gate, my camera now up to my face and my finger on the capture button. I took a few from different angles, crouching down and doing landscape and portrait pictures. When I was ushered back into the tent, the sky was becoming dimmer, and I could see the faint outline of the moon, meaning the show would be starting any minute now.
The stage lights come to life, the five boys entering the stage just as they did in New York, waving to the crowd and going into their designated spots. I made sure to get plenty of photos of the beginning of the concert because it's what was mainly used for each show's post. Only Angel was beginning with Harry's voice coursing through the entire stadium, fans singing along to the well-known lyrics. During this time, everyone was still on stage, moving along to the music and Niall strumming the strings on his guitar.
The song came to an end. Harry brings the mic up to his mouth,
"How are we doing tonight, LA!" The crowd was louder than I expected, and the atmosphere was one hundred times better and insane than our show. "I can't believe that we are here, in LA. Having front-row seats to my favourite band." Indiana squealed. I looked over at her, a smile beaming on her face. Even though I would rather not be here, it felt good seeing Indiana like this.
"LA, it feels incredible to be able to perform for such a crowd tonight. Los Angeles has always definitely been one of our favourite cities to tour, and we are so thankful that we get to play here three times! How does that sound?" Zayn's words make the crowd burst with exhilaration again, everyone listening to all the guys introduce themselves.
"Now, now. As LA is one of our favourite places to perform, we have decided to add an extra surprise," Harry announces, the crowd erupting even louder.
The next song is She Looks So Perfect, with Niall performing on the guitar again and also starting the song as the rest of them move around the stage. Harry was still wearing the American flag bandana, with the same outfit from a few hours ago, as he came close to the stage. I brought my camera up and took a few photos of him singing the chorus to the pit in front of him.
Harry starts singing the bridge, moving his way over more to where we were but keeping his gaze on the fans.
You look so perfect standing there
In my American Apparel underwear
And I know now that I'm so down
Your lipstick stain is a work of art
I got your name tattooed on an arrow heart
And I know now that I'm so down (hey!)
His voice was insane. It was so clear and clean, like it was made for singing. It made it more difficult for me to hate his guts. I crossed my arms and bit the inside of my cheek, something I found myself doing more than often. The flash of a camera went off as I looked over at Indiana, seeing her holding the purple Polaroid camera to her eye. We watched the picture emerge from the slit of the camera, Indiana tearing it out when it was done. She shook it for a couple of seconds, then looked down at it.
"You look so hot in this." She gives me the photo, and I look down at it, I hand it back to her and lift my camera, taking a couple of photos of Louis singing next to Liam.
"Oh, come on, when are you gonna stop beating yourself up?" She playfully shoves my shoulder.
"I'm trying to do my job." I chuckle, shaking my head slightly but continuing to take photos, now of Zayn. "Get some good ones of him," She whispers in my ear.
You look so perfect standing there.
In my American Apparel underwear
And I know now that I'm so down (hey)
Your lipstick stain is a work of art (hey, hey)
I got your name tattooed in an arrow heart (hey, hey)
And I know now that I'm so down (hey, hey)
Everyone's singing along now. I take the opportunity to get a good photo of the crowd with their wristband lights on and hands in the air. It was a great picture, and I was very happy with it.
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It got to about three-quarters in the show, and everyone was growing with anticipation for what the surprise was. A couple of fans asked us if we knew what it was, but we told them we didn't know.
"Now I know we're excited to hear the next song, and it's one of my favourites," Harry speaks, the next song being Clouds. I look over at Zayn, who raises his eyebrows slightly at me, I guess he wasn't lying. "But before we begin this song, I was wondering if you could spare five minutes to listen to something new I've been working on."
The crowd started screaming in shock. I don't think anyone had expected this, including me.
"Now, this one is called Life of The Party." Huh, I thought. That sounded somewhat familiar. Louis started the song off,
Hello, welcome to the other side
You're lost
Baby, step outside your mind
You've been really good
You've been really good
You've been thinking 'bout being bad ever since I put you on
The crowd was just soaking in the song, phones out, recording what would be viral in just a few minutes when posted. It was fucking good, I had to admit, it was more Harry's style of music. But what made my opinion change was when he began the next part.
She got money for blow
Just check her damn nose
Prescription ain't an issue
You can mix it with the "oh"
And if you wanna do it, baby
I'm right here with you
I'm on cloud nine
Baby, you're behind
You can follow me
You can follow me if you want
My fingernails dug into my crossed arms, my camera came down and rested against my chest, the taste of blood from the inside of my cheek coating my tongue. Was this about last night? I'm on cloud nine? That's what I said last night. Unfortunately, the crowd was obsessed with it. I heard some fans behind us speaking about how it had a big chance of making the charts quickly.
To go downtown with the drugs in your body
Take that step, you're the life of the party
Know that step, you're the life of the party
Oh, oh, oh, oh
The first lyric answered my thoughts. They legitimately must've finished this song this morning after I admitted I walked into downtown Los Angeles last night.
Louis was on the drums, going hard at it, but he seemed to be focusing over towards the space where Indiana and I stood, as well as Niall, who was strumming his electric guitar along with one of the extras. Niall was singing now, the extra guitarist now playing for him so he could walk around the stage.
I got two little ladies
I got one little room
There's a room full of liquor
Baby, what you wanna do?
Zayn started his part, singing the lyrics like he'd known this song for months.
The way you move got me feeling so "uh"
I been thinking about it, baby
I been thinking about it lately
I'm so far gone and you are too
Louis was singing the pre-chorus now, Liam still the only one who hadn't sung. When I looked around the stage to spot what he might've been doing, I found him nowhere. Was he off-stage again?
Show me how you go downtown.
With the drugs in your body
Take that step, you're the life of the party
Know that step, you're the life of the party
Was that the reason Liam had stayed behind at the hotel? So the boys could finish finalising and practising the song? It had to be.
Oh, oh, oh, oh
The chorus had an ever-changing effect on everyone, as well as Indiana, and the guys were eating every second of it up. The crowd quickly caught onto the vibe, vocalising along with the 'Oh'.
All of the boys sang this part, hyping the crowd up with their hands.
I love how you touch
How you feel, how you breathe
Baby, how you do it so good?
How you twist with your hips got the room so small, baby
Harry finished the bridge, emphasising a sentence once again.
And, girl, please don't go
You're gonna please my boys
You been thinking about it, baby
Yeah, you're a star
Oh, you knocked one down
Girl, you knocked it down
Girl, there's one, two, three
Once again, something I had said last night, embarrassment filling me. They finished the final chorus. I finally brought myself to bring the camera up.
Go downtown with the drugs in your body
Take that step, you're the life of the party
Know that step, you're the life of the party
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I cannot believe what I just heard.
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I stormed into my makeshift dressing room, throwing the camera onto the couch, delicate enough that it wouldn't smash but harsh enough to release some part of my anger. Absolute dicks. And just when I thought I could cope with them. I was waiting for Indiana to walk into the room at any second, waiting for her to rant on for the next two hours about the best experience of her life. The door opened, and I turned my head, a fake smile on my face so I didn't seem off to her.
"What'd you think of the song?" He asks, a vape that I'm guessing was Zayn's in his hand.
"Fine." I pick up my camera, moving to my case so I can store it safely. I was sick of his bullshit, it had been only a couple of days, and he was already getting on my nerves. Not to mention he threatened to kill Indiana and me if I screwed up once more.
"Fine," He repeated my words, his Chelsea boots creating noise when his chest brushed my shoulder, facing me.
"And that isn't blood on your lips from biting the inside of your cheek?" He grabbed my jaw and forcefully moved it so I was facing him. How did he know that I started bleeding from gnawing on my cheek?
"What, how did you-" I brought my finger to my lips, seeing nothing. There was no way he just guessed that. He brought his thumb up to my bottom lip, his finger coated in a slight smudge of crimson when he showed me. He wipes the liquid onto his black shirt, disappearing in the dark material. He steps back then turns towards the door, opening it but then stands in the doorway,
"Thanks for the song idea, Lewis." Shutting the door behind him.
Wow, wow! This is the longest chapter I've written so far. I'm hoping I'm able to make longer ones now that Indiana and Avery have officially joined the tour!
Love you all!
- Emma