It's complicated

Chapter 46

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-Grace's POV-

I cover my eyes from the blinding lights. There are so many shouts from the paparazzi. My image is the good girl image. I don't cuss in my songs. I don't drink. I don't smoke. I don't party. I don't dress like a prostitute. This will be blown way out of proportion.

"Hey," I scream and shut the paparazzi up, "I'm here because the boys wanted to be here. I didn't drink. I didn't dance, except a slow song with Calum. So, before you try to make this into a big story, just know I will set things right with my fans."

I push past the mob of people all screaming questions at me. The boys follow, but stumble. They will definitely have a story about them being drunk.

I call Chad to come and get us and he shows up right away. He has probably been sitting out here the whole time, waiting for a fight to break out and get us out of here.

"Get us to the bus, now. I don't care if you have to hit one of those paparazzi people." I say and he basically floors it.

*

We get back to the tour bus and I check my twitter.

I can't believe you were at a club.

Did you really have 10 beers?

I thought you and Calum were dating, why were you grinding on another guy? Slut.

Ugh, Calum changed you.

I grit my teeth and ferociously type, I was at the club because the boys wanted to be there. I didnt drink anything. I didn't dance with anyone, except Calum. I post the tweet and lock my phone.

Why do people say things that they dont know are true?

I sit in my room, alone. I'm not even gonna try and talk to the boys right now, they are completely hammered.

I get into my suitcase and grab my favorite book. Tuckeverlasting. I take it everywhere I go. I curl up under my covers and start to read. Halfway through the book, I slowly drift to sleep.

*

I feel a slight push on my arm, waking me up. I look up to see Calum standing above me.

"Hey, we are all too hungover to cook. Could you come make some breakfast?"

"F*** off." I turn to my other side and clench my eyes shut. I won't go back to sleep now that I'm awake, but I don't want to get up yet.

"Please, Grace. I'll do whatever you want. We are starving, but literally can't function enough to crack an egg.

"Make cereal." I groan

Calum shakes me lightly, "We don't have any."

"We just bought like 4 boxes."

"Well, it's all over the floor. We must have played a little game last night."

I mumble a few choice words before I start to remove myself from the mess of covers. I'm about to get out as the bus hits a bump. Calum loses his balances, crashing on top of me. Our heads end up clashing together, and I feel an immediate headache.

"F***," Calum whispers as he rubs his head. I don't think he even realizes he's crushing my chest.

I clutch my head with one hand and say, "Uh, Calum."

He looks up at me and I look down at my chest. He quickly realizes what I was trying to say and scrambles up. "Sorry," he awkwardly tells me.

I try to laugh the tension away, "It's fine."

"So, uh, breakfast?"

I roll my eyes and get off of the bed. I start to walk toward the door, but Calum grabs ahold of my wrist, spinning me around and into his chest.

"Thanks for coming last night," he whispers before connecting our lips. I smile against the kiss, causing him to do so as well.

We pull apart and I interlock our fingers. I head towards the living room, dragging Calum behind me.

"Yes, she's up!" Ashton says excitedly.

"I'm starving!" Michael whines to me.

I stick out my bottom lip, mocking him, "Oh, you poor baby. It must be awful that you can't just eat in your sleep."

"Some people do that you know," Ashton says and starts to ramble on about how someone he knew would sleep walk to the fridge and eat. He told countless stories, one involving the guy almost drowning in his cereal milk.

"Dude, nobody cares," Michael tells Ashton. He looks to me, "So, what's on the menu? Pancakes? Waffles? Oooo what about your amazing omelets?"

I laugh and roll my eyes at Michael, "Aren't you a little too hyper for someone with a hangover?"

Michael grimaces, like the thought of him getting food made all his hangover symptoms go away, but they all came rushing back. I ruffle his hair before going to the kitchen. He yells at me, but I don't even pay enough attention to know what he said.

I start to make the omelets and about halfway through, there is a knock on the door. When did we even stop?

"I got it!" Luke yells and rushes towards the door. I don't pay attention to them as I continue with the omelets. I place one on the pan when I hear Luke call my name. I put the burner on a lower temperature before running into the other room.

Tori and Josh are standing there, "Yeah?" I ask.

"The rest of the tour is cancelled. Pack your things. We have a flight in an hour back to Sydney."

All five of our jaws drop.
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Wait a minute. What just happened? This is something I thought of right off the spot so I have some idea where I'm going with this, but I'm not completely sure. Sorry for the cliffhanger, but hope you like the plot twist! Love you guys💕