Louis's P.O.V.
She came. (AN: If you know what I mean. Heh. I couldn't help myself. It was right there. Sue me.)
Harry gives me a bit of a WTF look when I sing a couple sour notes. I mentally shake my head and snap myself out of it. I try, and half-succeed, of pushing the thoughts of Ashley out of my head.
I somehow make it through the concert okay. I know it hasn't been my best, but it really can't be helped. (AN: I skipped the concert, sue me. Again.)
Ashley's P.O.V.
I still don't know if I did the right thing. Coming to the concert. Don't get me wrong, they were great. Just like I remember them. Weird and quirky.
But I'll have to talk to him. He's going to tell me that nothing happened between us. He just kissed me to shut me up.
I'm ripped from my thoughts at the sound of screaming thirteen year olds. "OHMIGOD! MARRY ME!" "I LOVE YOU" "SIGN THIS!"
I sigh and move to the back of the group. I lean on a table with a bunch of snacks on it. I grab a handful of M&M's and practice throwing them in the air and catching them in my mouth, a skill I got quite good at when working at a bar.
I'm on a roll but one bounces off my nose and lands at Niall's feet. "Waisting food! You monster!" He says in mock offense.
I roll my eyes. "I know, I should be jailed. Call the cops, we gotta badass over here (AN: insert meme here)," I joke along with him. I glance at the few remaining girls. Apparently I'd been at it way longer than I realized, only a few people remain.
He chuckles and grabs a couple of the chocolates out of my hand. He attempts to catch them in his mouth but the first one he throws ends up on his eye. The next on the floor. The next in his hair.
"It's fucking rigged!" He complains. "How'd you do it?"
"It's a secret." I wink at him.
"What's a secret? Why're you winking?" Curley wanders over.
"My passionate love for Niall. Shh, don't tell anyone."
Harry stares at me. "You're cheating on me! I though what we had was real!"
"I'm sorry, Harry. Niall just understands me better than you ever could." Niall doubles over in laughter.
"I though you were better than that, Ashley."
"Well apparently I'm not."
"Did you two just break up?" Liam has a bewildered expression on causing Niall to laugh even harder.
I snicker along with him. "Apparently."
"What'd I miss?" Louis asks. He stands opposite of me but looks at Harry, avoided my eyes.
My fears were confirmed. His kiss was an act of pity. He didn't mean it. If he did he would be looking at me.
"I broke up with Ashley. She was cheating on me with Niall," Harry explains.
"Okaaay." Louis raises an eyebrow at me.
"So, why is everyone else gone?" I ask trying to change the subject.
Zayn shrugs. "You get special privileges."
"O.M.G. You mean I get to hang out with One Direction alone?" I imitate some of the girls from earlier. "This is like, a dream come true."
"So what've you been up to?" Liam asks. I know he's trying to be nice and get to know me better but I really don't want to talk to him about it.
"Stuff." I shrug. I let my eyes wander to the roadies who are clearing things up.
"Let's go back to the hotel," Louis says suddenly. I want to say it's because he sensed my uncertainty, but it was probably just a genuine idea.
The boys all nod and before I know it, Niall and Harry are pulling me towards their limo outside.
"I don't know guys. My aunt's car is here and I don't want to leave it."
"We can have someone drive behind us and park it by the hotel," Liam says.
"Who are these people that do all of you biddings?"
"So is that a yes?" Harry asks as he holds open the limo door for me.
I dig out the keys from my pocket. "It's a red Prius. I parked it in the garage across the street. First floor." I throw my keys into Zayn's outstretched hand. "Tell whoever drives it to take care, I don't want a scratch on it," I yell as I slide into the limo. The boys pile in after me.
"I'm still disappointed in you." Harry pokes my cheek.
I grab his finger to get him to stop. "Well maybe if you were as good to me as Niall is--" I trail off.
"What are you even talking about!" Zayn exclaims.
Louis's P.O.V. (AN: YEAH awkward shift of P.O.V.)
She really clicked with the lads. She's seen them for a matter of moments and was already joking with them.
"You ok, Lou?" Liam asks.
"Yeah. Just tired. The concert took a lot out of me."
Harry and Niall are blasting the stereo and are trying to coax Ashley into singing with them. When I catch her eye she immediately looks away. I want to tell her that I don't regret what I did. But I can't. We can't be together and I don't want to give her false hope. She's been through enough and she doesn't need anymore drama. (AN: hehe, Chloe.)
Ashley's P.O.V. (AN: I am the MASTER at awkward P.O.V. shifts.)
"Fine." I groan and Niall and Harry high five. "I really don't know why you guys are so persistent about this."
"Because you can sing and we haven't heard you in three years," Niall says.
"I wasn't even friends with you three years ago. I only knew Curly and Louis back then."
"And you still chose him over me," Harry mumbles.
"Next song you know, you're singing," Niall says.
"You're singing with me. Both of you."
"Deal," Harry agrees.
When the current song finish I hear the beginning of Wings by Little Mix. Of course the next song is one we all know. Man, I love luck.
"Sing it!" Niall shouts in between words.
I whisper-sing a couple lines when Harry pushes on my stomach to make me push more air out and cause a weird crescendo in my singing from surprise. "LOUDER!" He screams in my ear and he does one of those hair-flips he's known for.
That caught the other boys attention and they start singing too. Except for Louis.
I finally cave into the pressure and sing normally causing Niall and Louis to applaud. I laugh and finally get into the groove of things. I have to admit, it feels good to sing.
The rest of the extremely long car ride (Los Angelas has horrid traffic) was spent singing and joking. Louis even joined in after awhile. It was fun. I haven't had this much fun in a long time.
Outside their hotel is paparrazi and more screaming girls. "Better pay up, Lou," I tell him.
"I never made the bet."
"Yeah, you did."
He rolls his eyes and looks back out the window.
"So how we doing this?" I ask Liam.
"Um, I don't know. You don't mind being in the pictures? It's ok if you don't. We don't have to go to the hotel." His brown eyes are full of concern.
"No, it's fine. Do we just want to go?"
The boys just nod and Louis opens the door. I'm the last to get out and when I do Harry grabs my hand. When I give him a questioning look he just mouths 'trust me'.
The camera flashes are bright and I'm momentarily blinded through one part and I'm grateful for Harry's hand pulling my along. The paparazzi's pretty unforgiving in their questioning.
Inside the actual lobby is quiet and calm. The staff probably won't let any of the fans or papparazzi in. Harry, who is still holding my hand, leads me to the elevator and presses the button.
I slide my hand from out of his and shove them in my pockets.
"Wasn't too bad, yeah?" Zayn asks.
"It gets better the more you do it, right?"
"Yeah, they're pretty damn bad. But English one's are worst." Niall stands next to me as we pile into the elevator when it arrives.
"So why are we at your hotel, exactly?"
"Do you want to go somewhere else? We didn't really ask you, did we?" Liam worries.
I laugh. "No, it's fine. I just wanted to know."
"Eat, hopefully," Niall says. "And play Fifa."
I roll my eyes, of course. I've pretty much only just met Niall and I already know that this is pretty classic of him.
This night should be fun.
(AN: So it's been awhile. DON'T KILL ME!!! I've been really busy and I passed out as soon as I got home Thursday and Friday and I almost fell asleep during class and I had killer headaches and yeah. But I finally updated ^-^. Hopefully my next one will be faster, I already sorta know what'll happen for once.)