"Thank you Detroit!"
"We love you guys!"
"This audience is giving me a boner!"
(If you were at the MI show high five you probably get this reference)
"Goodnight everybody!"
Pushing my curls back off my sweaty forehead I hopped down from behind my drums and followed the rest of the boys off stage to where the one direction boys were stood.
"You messed up on your solo," Niall laughed elbowing Michael.
"I get a second chance tomorrow," Michael spat, "Too bad your Mom is stuck with your mistake of a face."
"Go to hell!" Niall laughed.
"Nah man, I don't want to spend one more second with you then I have to." Michael retorted.
"I'm sorry I didn't hear you." Niall replied, "Over the sound of my screaming fans."
"They're screaming for us dipshit." Michael snapped.
"Really?" Louis laughed, "Because while you were out there it was silent."
"Then why the hell did you ask us on tour rat face?" Michael demanded.
"So our fans would realize how much you sucked." Niall replied.
"We'll see." Michael laughed.
"Yeah we will." Niall snarled.
"Boys let's go." Paul sighed.
Giving Michael one last look of disgust, Niall brushed past him roughly and ran out on stage to the defending screams of teenage girls.
"What a prick." Michael muttered, grabbing a water bottle and starting for our dressing room, "I hope they all get vocal nodes or whatever the hell that weird chick in pitch perfect had."
"But not Harry right?" Luke questioned, "I like Harry."
"No Harry too." Michael spat, "I bet they all have two inch dicks since they shoved three fourths of it into their personalities."
"I heard Liam calls his the payne train." Calum piped up flipping back onto the couch where our hair and make up person Lou was reading a magazine.
"If you have to name your ding dong it means it's the size of a fun size snickers."
"What are you lot talking about?" Lou laughed.
"Liam junior." Luke answered plopping down on the floor with a package of skittles.
"What?" Lou laughed.
"Nothing," Michael replied, "It's not for the ears of a lady."
"Then what are you doing talking about it?" She teased.
Michael opened his mouth to reply when he was interrupted by Lou's daughter Lux waddling over to him.
"Ichael!" She cried.
"Oh, hey Luxy." He replied bending down and picking her up, balancing her on his hip.
"Ichael.... Is coo." She giggled wrapping her tiny arms around his neck.
"Who's cooler?" Calum questioned as I sat down next to Luke, "Me or Michael."
"Ichael." Lux replied kissing his cheeks.
"What can I say?" He laughed, "I have a way with the ladies."
"She probably just likes you since you look like a younger wiggle that was the victim of a hair dye plant explosion." I laughed.
