Papillon - HS

Chapter 4

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Song: Love it if we made it - The 1975

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The next morning, I went to the conference room and grabbed something quick to eat because we would be leaving for Los Angeles today. Since it's only two hours away, the boys would be performing that same night. However, they were nowhere to be seen, I figured it was because they were hungover from the night before. After breakfast, I hurried to my room to pick up everything and pack, making sure I did not forget anything.

I then hurried to the buses, scared of being left stranded in San Diego. I saw Greg with his clipboard overseeing the transportation and went over to ask him which bus I needed to be in.

"I have you in bus #3, with the rest of the media staff but..." he said, looking at his phone, rather than the clipboard. "I was told to inform you that you will now be riding bus #1 for the rest of the tour, which is the one over there," he said pointing at the bus furthest from the hotel.

I looked over to where he was pointing and turned back to look at him. "Why the sudden change?" 

"Hell, if I know" he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. I chuckled, impressed at his answer. He was made aware that I heard his statement after my laugh because he quickly turned to face me, his eyes wide and filled with shock. He began shaking his head repeatedly, "that's not-" he stuttered. 

I felt bad at how amused I was looking at Greg's cheeks getting redder by the second. He grasped his clipboard tightly, looking everywhere except at me. "That's not, that's not what I meant" he said after coughing. "I meant, that the band texted me last night to arrange for you to switch buses to always be travelling with them."

"It's fine, Greg" I say, chuckling a little. "I'll go over to their bus."

"M'sorry" he said after I started walking. I assured everything was okay with a smile and went to bus #1.

Once my luggage was stored, I walked inside the bus. It had a few seats in the front, with a large hallway and a door a the end of it. There were three beds with curtains on each side of the bus. I figured that was where the boys slept during long drives. I was glad to see there was an extra bed because if I would be travelling with them, I would be needing a bed for myself. I opened the door at the end of the hallway and discovered a lounge with a TV and a tiny desk. I went over and sat on the lounge, making myself comfortable.

I texted April and began to tell her about yesterday. She quickly called me on FaceTime, saying it was easier for me to tell her like that rather than writing it out or sending a voice note. So I did, told her about singing at soundcheck, Harry and my journal, Niall's new song, and how Harry walked me back at night.

"It seems like someone has a little crush on Harry" she accused.

"Of course I do, he's Harry Styles," I replied.  

She laughed and urged me to keep talking. She wanted to know more about Niall, how's he like and all that.

"He thinks you're hot" I said.

"He- what?!" she replied excitedly.

I nodded and smiled. "He accused me of lying when telling him you would kill me if anything ever happened between us and then demanded to see a picture of you."

Her jaw dropped to the floor at the same time the door to the lounge opened. "And you showed him? Why would you do that?!" she said but I was distracted seeing the five boys entering.