Life Starter {H.S}

Chapter 16

April 25, 2014

"Stay still, Alexis."

Sasha spoke quietly. On the tour bus to the very first concert of the tour, my body decided to get a fever. Her hands ran over mine to keep them still, but they still shook from being cold. She was applying the last coat, the overcoat, the iconic classic nail mannicure she finished merely minutes ago. My fever of 102.3 F had me shaken up, with chills on the couch. Bogota, Columbia was hot out, yet I still had a blanket on. Hoping the fever will go away, Sasha placed a damp water rag on my forehead and eyes. Somehow, I always get a fever at the start of tours.

"Am I done yet?"

I asked, whining. I just wanted to go to sleep before the concert. My head blazed with a migrane as I wanted to jump off a bridge. The concert set list played in my ears through the Dr. Dre Beats headphones. I perform first with a new song on the new album. The album is not coming out until the end of the tour, causing suffering to all of my fandom. 'Drunk in Love' played in my ears as I felt Sasha move away from me. Humming the music, the beat and words came into my mind with a stream of background noises.

"Alexis, you can move now."

She said. I could barely hear her, but I moved back to my bunk, eyes still closed. Bumping into someone, I said sorry and rolled into the bunk. I assumed it was mine, I mean, it felt like my bunk. Opening my eyes, Louis' calm sleeping face rested calmly on my pillow. Why? Why must he take my stuff?

"You know this isn't your bunk, right?"

He mumbled in his sleep. His eyes were open but he still hasn't moved.

"You know this isn't your pillow, right?"

Pulling the pillow from under his head, he groaned in unpleasantry. Walking into the back room, Zayn and Liam were playing Fifa on the TV. Tossing my lifeless body onto the couch, I opened my laptop and turned on my new album music. Plugging in the cord for the Beats, Zayn stopped me. Liam looked over at me, watching with a puppy dog face. They wanted something.

"Will you sing us the new album?"

Oh my God, how adorable. I cannot refuse. Turning on the playlist, loud and lively, I started Drunk in Love again, to sing to the horrendous boys in the back. I sang loud enough for the two boys to hear. They smiled in delight. Little did I know, by the time I got to the end of the first song, all the boys were on the couch listening.

"What are all the songs you have?"

"Drunk In Love, Summertime Sadness, Latch, Latch(Acoustic), Wake Me Up, Partition, Stay With Me, I Don't Mind, Elastic Heart, Love Me Like You Do, Thinking Out Loud, Take Me To Church, I'm Not The Only One, Don't, Going Down For Real, Habits, Love Runs Out, Uptown Funk, Sugar, We Can Make Love, Jealous, and Chains."

Their jaw dropped as the next song played in the playlist played. Continuing to sing along to the songs, the boys listened while watching Zayn and Liam play Fifa. It was a good day, and before I knew it, I finished half the playlist before arriving at the stadium.

Estadio El Campín, the stadium for the first performance, was large and quiet when we arrived. The security guards were setting up the field for the concert. First ran the boys, while I walked way far behind them.

"God, your slow!"

Harry smirked from up ahead with the rest of the boys, in the middle of the field. Running, I bypassed them quickly. Confused, the boys ran too. Reaching the end field, I stood up straight, smiling at the slow runners. Harry was last, being restless and out of breath.

"How are you not out of breath? Jesus..."

He weezed in and out. He was breathing heavier than a seal trying to eat a peguin. Hunched over, hands on his knees through his jeans, he collected air into his lungs. As the rest of the group, walked away, Harry slumped over to me, practically knocking me over.