"Cause I can feel your heart racing in my skin tight jeans be your teenage dream tonight! Let you rest your hands on me in your teenage dream tonight!"
"Let's go Chicago!" Michael screamed.
Flicking my head to clear the sweaty curls from my eyes I played the remainder of the song, the deafening screams of our fans pounding in my chest.
"You're all hot as hell!" Calum cried.
Rising from my seat I made my way to the front of the stage, we bowed and then we were going backstage again, passing the amused looking sneers of the One Direction boys.
"Do you always look like your having an epileptic fit when you drum?" Niall laughed.
"Shut it Midgit." Michael spat, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me behind him into our dressing room.
"God I hate him." Calum Calum muttered, plopping down on the couch.
"Who?" Charlie questioned, scooting over on the couch to make room for Luke.
"Niall." Luke grumbled.
"Why do you put up with his shit?" she questioned.
"What do you propose we do Charlie, knock him out with the base, we'll get kicked off the tour." Michael sneered.
"No, I have a much better idea." she replied, "You have to hit him where it hurts."
"His willy?" Luke questioned.
"No," Charlie sighed, "His fans."
[•~•]
"To the window! To the wall! Till the sweat drops down my......"
"This is freaking awesome!"
Slap happy, I laughed as I watched Michael dance like an old creepy dad shaperoning a dance, any girls that happened to be near to him, slinking away looking disgusted.
"No, wait, where you going baby?" he slurred, running his fingertips through his blondish hair.
"Don't worry buddy, there's plenty more!" Calum called out.
"He is so pop headed," Luke giggled, taking a sip of Liz's beer since she had gone to the bathroom.
"I think you mean shit faced." Calum corrected.
"Yeah that!" Luke laughed, nearly falling out of his chair.
"Why don't you try to get some?" I questioned, turning to Calum, who was eyeing Charlote's behind as she leaned over to dig a peice of gum out of her purse.
"There's not really one that strikes my fancy." he replied.
"What about that one?" Luke asked, gesturing to a tall blonde girl who was dancing in the corner.
"Nah," Calum shrugged, "Her hair's too long."
"What about her then?" I suggested to a girl with a copper colored pixie cut grinding on the bar.
"I'm good." Calum said, looking repulsed.
"What about you Ash?" Luke questioned.
"What about me?"
"I'm sure there's got to be one girl here you can take back to the hotel and... you know...."
"Frickle frackle with." Calum finished.
"What?" I cried.
"You know," Calum laughed, "Someone to cook your sausage."
"You guys are sick." I replied.
"Guys leave him alone." Charlie laughed, "These girls look like sluts, they'd probably give him weiner warts."
"Alright, alright." Calum chuckled, "Let's just focus on the plan."
"Where's Michael?" Luke questioned.
"He seems to be a little preocupied at the moment." Charlie replied, nodding to the corner where a girl was grinding on Michael.
"Okay, I guess we're going to do this without him." I sighed.
"You've got this man." Calum said, clapping me on the back.
Nodding I hopped down from my chair and scanned the loud crowded room, before my eyes finally landed on a small, brunette girl sitting at the bar.
Taking a deep breath, I wove my way through the sea of intoxicated dancers to where she sat.
"Can I sit here?" I questioned, motioning to the chair next to her.
Occupied with her phone, she shrugged, so I sat.
"So......" I said slowly, "Who's your favorite super hero?"
Looking up at me with confusion she shrugged, "I don't know, uh, Thor."
"Thor is cool," I admitted, "But if I were a super hero I wouldn't be batman, superman or iron man, I'd be....."
"Your man?" she interupted, "I've heard that before."
"Oh," I mumbled, scratching the back of my neck awkwardly, "Well um, I like your dress."
"Thanks," she muttered, returning to her phone.
"Do you like my shirt?" I questioned.
"Sure dude," she sighed, "I like your Cobain shirt."
"You should feel it," I replied, "It's boyfriend materiel."
Rolling her eyes, she lowered her phone, "Listen kid, I don't know how old you are but I'm not interested okay?"
"I'm eighteen!" I cried.
"And I'm not a babysitter."
"Oh, well in that case are you a Tamale?"
"Obviously not dumbass...."
"Because you're hot."
"Go away."
"Okay," I sighed, standing up, "I'll go, but do you know where the nearest library is?"
"Get the fuck away from me."
"You see I need a library card because I'm checking you out."
"Do you want me to get the bouncer you little creep?"
"No, I'll leave, just one last question, are you a pokemon?"
"Oh Christ."
"Because I want to peek at chu.... get it like Pikachu."
"Good bye."
"I lost my teddy bear you know."
"Oh well."
"Can I sleep with you instead."
"When hell freezes over."
"Speaking of freezing over, let's play Titanic."
"Let's not and say we did."
"You be the iceberg and I'll go down."
"Oh my God." Rolling her eyes, the girl rose to her feet and started away from me.
"Wait, where are you going?"
"Away from you."
"Do you know who I am?"
"A creepy little perv looking for a date rape?"
"Ew, what no! I'm in a band."
"Yeah, okay."
"I am!"
"SUre."
"Have you heard of five seconds of summer?"
"Oh my gosh!"
Startled I watched as she whirled around, clutching her chest, "Have I heard of five seconds of summer?"
"Yeah," I chuckled.
"No." she replied flatly, starting for the door again.
"Wait, wait wait!" I cried, "Have you heard of one direction."
"Yes, dumb ass," she sighed, "Who hasn't?"
"I know them!" I cried.
"Yeah, so does my Grandma." she spat.
"No, no, no, you don't understand, I open for them!"
Stopping and whirling around, she looked me up and down with disgust.
"You expect me to belive you open for One Direction?"
"Well, my band does!" I cried, excited she was listening.
"You're so full of shit."
"No, I'm not! It's true, I can prove it!"
"How?"
"I can set you up with Niall."
"Shut up."
"No, I'm serious!"
"You, the kid with the creepy ass pickup lines can get me with Niall freaking Horan, the Irish sex God."
"I don't know about that last bit but yeah, I can get you with Niall."
"Okay then, where is he?"
<•~•>
"Where is he?"
"Shh, he's here, just, stay quiet." Calum replied, as we crept through the dark hotel, trying hard not to be caught by security or Liz.
"I swear to God if you're lying and trying to gang bang me I'm going to rip your balls off and shove them down your throats."
"Damn." Charlotte breathed.
"Okay, this is it," I murmured, stopping outside Niall's door.
"Yeah," she replied, tossing her hair over her shoulder, "Turn my phone on record, put it on the nightstand, but on a good show, leave and text you the vid."
"Good girl," Michael whispered.
Turning around I found him and the girl he had brought from the bar with him, doing..... well, let's just say something, I never want to see any girl doing with her hands ever again.
"Remember," Charlotte hissed, "This is your Kim Kardashian moment, this is the moment you can go from Paris Hilton's servant to a disgustingly rich, socialite that everyone hates."
"But being Paris Hilton's servant sounds super fun." the girl, who I had learned was named Alyssa, whispered.
"Alyssa, do you want to be hated by teenage girls everywhere and the fantasy of pubescent boys jerking off in their beds?" Calum asked.
"Yeah!" she whisper shouted, "That sounds freaking awesome!"
"Then get in there and screw Niall Horan like your life depends on it." Charlotte replied.
"Well then get in there and make us proud." Luke coaxed.
Nodding, Alyssa, waited for us to slip into Michael's room across the hall, crowding around the little peep hole, and watching as she adjusted her dress and knocked twice on Niall's door.
A few minutes later the door swung open to reveal Niall standing there in his boxers, his eyes tired, however they quickly widened at the sight of the undeniably hot girl standing infront of him.
"Hi," he greeted, looking her up and down.
"Hey," she giggled.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm sad." she replied, pouting.
"Aww why's that?" he questioned.
"I lost my teddy bear." she replied.
"Good girl," I whispered, "Just like I taught you.
"Aw I'm sorry," Niall said, still devouring her with his eyes.
"Don't be," she sighed, "Hey, would you do me a favor?"
"I was just going to ask you the same thing." he chuckled.
"Since I lost my teddy, I don't want to sleep all alone," she said slowly, "Could I maybe sleep with you insitead?"
Not hesitating a moment Niall pulled her into the room and almost a split second later the door swung closed.
"Like giving candy to a bay." Luke chuckled.
"I think you mean like taking candy from a baby." I said slowly.
"No," Luke replied, "I mean giving, what baby turns down candy and what horny teenage boy turns down a girl with her legs open later then a twenty-four hour drive through."
"Good point," I replied, "Operation take down Niall, is in motion."
Suddenly I heard a moan from behind me. Whirling around expecting the worst I was surprised to find Michael sitting there, rummaging around in his pockets for his phone, the ringing being the filthiest female moan I've ever heard.
"Jesus Mikey." Calum muttered, "Seriously?"
"Shut up, it's hot." Michael replied, finally finding it and pressing the device to his ear.
Turning back to the other boys I looked down at my own phone checking the time.
"It's after two," I announced, "I'm going to bed."
"Me too," Luke replied.
"Me three." Calum added.
"Me four." Charlotte giggled.
Nodding I started for the door however stopped at the sound of something crashing to the ground behind me. Whirling around I found Michael standing over the shattered remains of a lamp.
"What do you mean accident?" Michael roared, "That doesn't sound like a fucking accident!"
Licking my lips nervously, I watched as Michael clenched his hands into fists so tight his knuckles turned white.
"Put her on the phone." he grunted, "No, I don't care... what? What do you mean she can't talk right now? Dad, I swear to God if you don't put her on the...... she what?! That's it, I'm coming home! What do you mean no?! Then she's coming here! No, she's not staying there! That's fine! Fine! Whatever. I'll handle it. Bye."
Quickly trying to look as if we were not being nosey, we all looked up at the ceiling, except for Luke who crossed over to Michael and wrapped his arms around him.
"What happened Mikey?" he questioned.
"Nothing." Michael grunted.
"Dude, that was not nothing." Calum said slowly.
"It's not important!" Michael snapped, "I'm going to bed."
"You said someone was coming here," Calum said slowly, "Who is it?"
"Destiny," Michael mumbled, "Now get out of my room."
Nodding, we all sheepishly excited, apart from Luke who was sharing a room with Michael.
"What do you think that's about?" Charlote questioned, who had somehow gotten shoved out with the rest of us, Michael's date from the bar included.
"No idea," Calum sighed, "But it can't be good."
Hi I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever I really hope you all didn't like give up on the story. I've beenr eally busy because I'm starting a new book, not a wattpad one, one I want to publish, which takes a lot of time and work, but I'll update regularly again.
Thanks for reading.
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P.S. I have no idea why this chapter is rated R, nothing really bad happens but uh, yeah, anyway.
I'll try to update again later.