Dedicated to Lilylucy; she's such a kind, supportive person. (':
She also wrote a brilliant guide for writing 1D fanfictions, so if you're looking for some tips or advice, don't hesitate to give it a read! (:
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The video over there >> is a little tour of the 1D tour bus (hosted by our favourite curly-haired heartthrob)! It has a little bit to do with this chapter, so if you're someone who likes having a visual image of the setting while you're reading, you should definitely watch it. (:
On that note, enjoy! X
"Let me get this straight," Rose's voice rang through my room. "This afternoon, you were planning to break up with Harry in the most embarrassing way possible. But tonight, you've dragged me in here to tell me that the two of you are back together and you're going to Sydney?"
After dropping an armful of clothes into my suitcase, I turned to face her, smoothing out my brown playsuit while she watched me from on top of my chest of drawers.
"Firstly," I began, walking into my bathroom and grabbing bottles and brushes while I spoke. "The embarrassing break up was your idea, not mine." I pulled open my shower door and reached inside for my hair products. "And secondly..." Once I had my various toiletries in my arms, I walked back out into my bedroom and sent her an astonished look. "Did you not hear the part about the three thousand dollars? Per day?"
"Of course I heard it," she shrugged. "I just don't think it'll be worth it. You'll only end up spending it all on therapy and tubs of depression ice cream when you get back home."
"Depression ice cream?" I raised an eyebrow at her, then I shook my head and placed the toiletries on my bed. "Whatever. Toss me some pajamas? Top drawer."
She shifted slightly on the dresser and opened the drawer, rummaging through it for a few seconds before pulling out a cute white tee shirt with a blue Nike tick on the front. I expected her to throw it to me straightaway, but when she pouted and held the shirt up against herself, I cocked my head in confusion.
"How the hell do your boobs still fit in this? You've had it for as long as I've known you," she frowned, trying to spread the material over her own chest.
I rolled my eyes and walked over to her, plucking the shirt out of her hands. "It stretches," I said matter-of-factly. After pulling a pair of blue flannelette pants out of the drawer and pushing it shut, I strolled back to the bed and laid the pajamas out next to my suitcase. "PJs, shoes, toiletries, casual clothes, dresses for clubbing, accessories, the stylists' choices," I whispered, ticking each item off on my fingers while I spoke.
"Oh, I see what you're planning," Rose said loudly. "Since you're gonna be sharing a bed with him, you may as well satisfy his teenage boy needs by showing off your ta-ta's. Why not just sleep in the nude? It's less effort, and I can guarantee you'll be twice as likely to get a reaction when―"
"Rose, stop!" I laughed, pulling one of my slippers out of my suitcase and throwing it at her. When she caught it effortlessly and hurled it back at me, I jumped aside to dodge it. "I won't be sharing a bed with Harry anyway," I continued. "We're not even on speaking terms."
She raised an eyebrow and gave me a knowing smirk. "I wasn't talking about Harry, babe."
"What?" I frowned. "Then who―"
"Cassie!" A loud voice echoed through the apartment, interrupting our conversation. A series of pounding, over-the-top knocks came shortly after, and I had to bite my tongue to hold back a laugh.
"That'll be the boys," I sighed. "I was supposed to be down at the bus ten minutes ago."