*Kylie’s POV*

The next day at like 6:30 in the evening, after the interviews and signings of the day, Louis came out from the bedroom, followed by Harry, who had been with him constantly. We all audibly gasped and he looked down at the floor.

“Can we go out tonight?” he said quietly.

“Like where?” Liam asked.

“Like, to a club?” Lou said.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea…” I said, frowning from where I had my head in Zayn’s lap and my body stretched over the Liam and Niall.

“Please, Kylie? I just want to forget everything for a little while.” His blue eyes filled with tears as he looked down at me.

“Lou…”

“Please.” His voice cracked.

“Okay.” I sighed, I was weak. “As long as everyone’s cool with it.”

Everyone said yes.

“We’re not going if the bus isn’t clean! I’m going in the bathroom for the next hour and a half. You guys can pee outside. Actually, everyone go to the bathroom now. Then leave me alone so I can get ready.”

4 minutes and 5 bladder emptying boys later (how the hell did guys pee so fast?), I took over the little bathroom with my dress, heels, makeup, curling iron, hair dryer, and shower stuff.

I took a shower in 25 minutes (long time but keep in mind I shaved my whole body). I turned the music on my phone to shuffle on as I sat on the tiny counter, drying my dark brown hair. I dried it straight so that I wouldn’t have to straighten it before I curled it.

Can’t ever get it right, no matter how hard I try, and I tryyy. My phone sang, and I sang along. I loved this song- Tell Me A Lie and Gotta Be You were my favorites. For one, it was Zayn’s song- he sang most of it. It was extremely catchy, and the lyrics were perfection.

I decided to put on my dress now so that I wouldn’t have to mess up my hair later. I slithered into the one shouldered red dress and started on my hair.

45 minutes later, it was in loose curls and my makeup was perfect. I probably killed half the ozone layer with my hairspray, but it’s okay. My boyfriend does it every day. I was done, with 15 minutes left to spare. I stepped in my strappy black heels, shook my curls, and stepped out. Everyone was sitting on the couch, talking. The bus wasn’t any cleaner than it was an hour ago. It may have been messier.

“You have 15 minutes to clean the bus. Or we go nowhere.” I commanded, and everyone twisted to look at me.

Harry whistled, and Zayn hit him over the head. “Ow!”

“Hands off!” he smirked at him.

“I didn’t do anything!” Haz protested.

“You look beautiful.” Zayn said, standing up and kissing me. Gag noises were heard from all around. Louis was out here too, which was weird.

“Thanks. Now clean.” They all groaned, but got to work.

15 minutes later, the bus was sparkling. Okay, that’s not true. But it was pretty clean, for them.

“Let’s go, babies.” I cooed, and they rolled their eyes, stepping off the bus with me. Luckily, nobody was around. We got into the car, driven by Paul, and went to the club.

Let in immediately, like usual.

3 rounds of shots for everyone except Liam and Zayn (who decided to stay sober tonight) later, Niall stumbled away, as did Louis and Harry.

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