you and me got a whole lot of history [1D]

Chapter Two- "you're giving me a heart attack looking like you do"

"Roxanne!" a voice screeched, snatching me from my slumber. In a sleepy stupor, I tried to figure out who woke me up and started plotting my revenge for such a rude awakening. It wasn't until I opened the curtain that I saw Niall holding his phone, blaring the song by The Police.

"Niall, you know how much I hate that song," I said, rubbing my eyes and shoving him. "I'm not a prostitute."

He laughed, singing the song as he danced towards the back of the bus; "you don't have to wear that dress tonight!"

I checked my phone to see that it was 6:48 AM, and we had just arrived at our hotel in Glasgow. All I wanted to do was check in and crawl back into bed. Still in my sweatshirt and sweatpants from the night before, I slid out of my top row bunk, hitting the floor with a loud thud.

"Who's making all that noise?" Zayn asked from behind his curtain, his voice groggy with sleep.

"It was Louis," I said, gathering my belongings.

"Oi!" Louis emerged from the back of the bus, smacking me on the shoulder. "You know, one of these days, I'll get you back for the stunt you pulled on stage last night. My jacket still isn't dry."

"I'd like to see you try."

After a couple minutes of six people sleepily stumbling around to get their stuff together, we stepped off the bus to the cheers of a gathered crowd.

"Oh my God, it's too early for this," I groaned. "How did they even know where to find us?"

"They know, Roxie," Zayn said, "they always know."

Paul managed to keep the fans back as we stepped into the safety of the warm hotel lobby. The fresh air was nice after breathing the stiffness of the tour bus. We waved at the concierges as one of our other tour managers passed us our room keys. There were a few girls scattered around the lobby, whispering and squealing and pointing, but they kept their distance. The six of us all got onto one elevator, pleasantly squished in the small space.

"What's that smell?," Liam asked, sniffing as he pressed the button for the 16th floor.

"It's probably Harry and his new cologne," Niall teased. "Gucci? Dolce and Gabbana?" He buried his head in Harry's neck, obnoxiously smelling him.

"It's Axe, ok?" Harry said, swatting Niall away. A chorus of groans.

"Come on, lad," Louis sighed.

"You should let Roxie pick out something for you that a rockstar would use, not a 14 year old boy in a locker room," Zayn said, holding his nose, the smell starting to become intolerably strong.

"I recommend 'Tobacco Vanille.' Tom Ford," I said, fanning the air in front of my face. "It's very rockstar-esque. And sexy."

"Oooh, 'sexy'!" Niall said, shimmying his shoulders. "You'll get even more ladies than you do now."

Harry shook his head with a little smile as the elevator doors opened. Without a word, we all scattered in different directions, beelining towards our rooms, desperate for a shower and a bed bigger than a postage stamp.

I swiped my card and swung open the door, drinking in the fresh, bright room. I had always loved hotels. There was something so exciting about just existing in a hotel; there was constant intrigue, like who's making all that noise next door? Why is that one room always propped open?

How on earth were there already fifty-ish fans gathered below my window?

I made the mistake of opening the gauzy curtains, eliciting a huge cheer. I smiled tiredly and gave a small wave. I yanked the curtains closed, blocking out the early morning sunlight. I took off my gross sleep clothes and jumped in the shower, the water already warm seconds after turning the handle. I'm sitting in the lap of luxury.