As The Memories Fade // c.h.

14. A Little Argument

As soon as I went out in public with my new tattoo, the media flipped out. We hadn't even been on the tour bus for ten minutes before Luke came up to me and shoved his phone in my face.

"Guess whose new ink is trending number one on Twitter?" He asked, though it was more of a statement than a question.

"I'm going to take a wild guess and say mine." I said, chuckling. Luke grinned, nodding to his phone. I glanced down, just to humor him, and was surprised at what I saw. Not only was I trending number one with the hashtag 'RosesNewInk', but I was also trending number 3, 4, and 5 with the hashtags 'BeYourselfRose', 'CalumAndRose' and '5SOSTattoos'.

"Damn. I didn't even get this much attention when Abigail came out with that stupid song." Michael complained, though I could tell by the smirking look he shared with Calum that he wasn't actually upset about it. I, on the other hand, was just confused.

"Should I know this Abigail?" I questioned. Michael glanced at me briefly before he, Calum, and Luke burst into laughter.

"You fucking hated her for the two days she was around." Michael giggled. My eyebrows shot up in surprise, and I turned to Calum for confirmation. He nodded.

"Abigail Breslin. She and Mikey had a short, ah, fling." He explained. "Except, when she first saw you backstage, she assumed you were some assistant and told you to get her a water bottle." Luke laughed at Calum's words, opening his mouth to continue the story.

"If Cal and Ash hadn't been right there to step between the two of you, I don't think she'd be alive today. You were so pissed. And after that, you couldn't even look at her without getting upset." He said. I couldn't help but chuckle at the story. I could definitely see why I didn't like her.

"Well then. I'm glad she's gone now I suppose." I agreed.

After the conversation died out, we all lapsed into a comfortable silence. The bus wasn't supposed to arrive in Turin, Italy for another hour or so. Michael pushed himself up from his spot on the couch and turned to Calum.

"FIFA?" He asked. Calum practically jumped at the opportunity, and the two scampered off to the back of the bus, leaving Luke and I alone in the main area. Ashton was in his bed, having been unable to sleep the night before.

"I think I'm going to rest a little." I said, turning to look at him. "Gotta be awake to face fans and paparazzi." Luke smiled.

"I don't know why we worried so much about you being overwhelmed by fans. You're handling it all really well." He complimented. I gave him a grin in return, reaching out to ruffle his hair.

"Thanks, Lukey." I cooed, smirking when he complained that I had just ruined his hair. "You have an hour to fix it." I said in a singsong voice as I sauntered off to the bunk beds.

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It was exhausting watching the crew set up the stage for the boys. I didn't exactly know where the four rambunctious Aussies were at the moment, but I knew they were at least in the building. Maybe just outside, but not too far away. They had a concert tonight.

I would have thought that the venue would be more or less set up by the time we arrived this morning. I was wrong. They began setting up when we got here. The boys' instruments weren't even out on the stage yet. Actually, scratch that. I watched as a boy around my age struggled to carry a part of Ashton's drumset onstage.

I leaped up from my spot in the audience and jogged up the steps at the side of the stage before crossing to the boy.

"Would you like help with that?" I questioned as I approached him. He looked up, then did a double take when he realized who I was. Yeah, not sure if I'd ever get used to that.