Dani California {andy hurley imagine}

Dani California

Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Your phone vibrated loudly on the table. The vibration pattern let you know that it was Pete who was texting.

"Hey [y/n], me and the guys are having a movie night at my apartment tonight, you in?" you read from your phone screen. The type was blurry as you had just woken up from a nap.

"Yeah, sure. What time and what should I bring?" you replied as you stumbled from your cozy bed. You read the time. It was 5:15pm. You had slept for a couple hours and you were happy about it as you wouldn't get much sleep while hanging out with the guys.

Pete replied to tell you that the festivities would commence at 6:30 and to bring beer. That gave you an hour to get ready and to get the beer. You walked in to your closet and got a simple black jumper and a pair of black skinny jeans. You pulled them on and went to attack your hair and attempt to tame it.

You decided to straighten your hair and braid it. It seemed a little illogical to straighten it before braiding but your hair would never lay flat if you didn't. You lined your eyes lightly with black and put on a light red shade of lipstick.

You pulled on your combat boots, grabbed your keys and wallet and you walked out the door of your little apartment. Your apartment was quaint but you didn't spend a huge amount of time there as you usually toured with the guys or you were at Pete's apartment.

You were in charge of helping to boys with anything they needed. You were their 'assistant' and photographer but in reality, you were paid to make sure that they didn't do anything too stupid and to take photos of them for publicity. You oved your job and you loved the guys.

You drove to the liquor store that was conveniently located near Pete's apartment and purchased what should be considered an illegal amount of alcohol. The cashier gave you a look as you paid for the alcohol.

"This is what happens when the guys put me in charge of bringing alcohol to movie night. This will hopefully last the week." You said as the cashier made a sound of 'oh, I understand'. You paid for the $200 worth of alcohol and took the bags to your car. After the drive, you walked up to Pete's door, you weren't going to carry six bags of bottles and cans of alcohol up a flight of stairs by yourself.

"Hi, I'm looking for a big strong man to help me carry a shit ton of alcohol." You said to Pete as he opened the door.

"I think we can find someone who is up to the task." He says as the two of you walk to your car. He doesn't say anything as he looks at the absurd amount of alcohol you purchased.

"I see that I was not specific enough in what kind of beer to get. I think you bought the entire liquor store." He chucked as he took four bags, leaving you to take the other two.

"I bought a lot, but now there's not need to buy any more for a while and the cashier thinks I am friends with some intense alcoholics. It's a win-win situation." You say as the two of you walk in to the apartment where the guys are sprawled out across couches and chairs, talking about assorted things, most likely music related.

You knew what they were talking about but they didn't know that. You were a bassist and you were really damn good. You decided you would be better with executive things than you would performances, so you became the guys' assistant.

"[Y/n]!" "Yay, our better part is here." "Well, I guess this means no illegal activities tonight!" the guys said as you went in to the kitchen with Pete to put the alcohol away. You laughed at the idea that you could keep them from illegal activities as they were all bigger and older than you and could easily do whatever they wanted. But, you had been their assistant since you were 20, and had plenty of stories you could tell their fans if they disobeyed you.