Behind The Mic

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CHAPTER ONE

Louis's POV

"I love you San Francisco!" I yelled then the crowd cheered. "Tonight was amazing! Til we meet again!" I quickly ran backstage then used the shortcut to the parking lot where the tour bus is.

"Max can you run faster?! My fans are coming after me! Oh and can you get me some water? I'm thirsty."

"Alright I'm coming!!" Max yelled behind. Gosh, he's so slow. Maybe he should work out more.

When I get in the tour bus, I decided to collapse on the bunk bed provided for me. It's kind of small, but I can't think about that right now because this tiredness is already eating me out. Max came to me with a bottle of water I asked. Without giving thanks, I drunk the water without breathing and all I can think about is, this is the best water I've ever tasted.

Max was sitting on the couch starting to fall asleep when I shouted his name. He jolted awake and quickly shouted back, "Yes, Louis!?" and I asked him if there's any food in the bus because I wasn't just tired, I was starving too.

He replied, "Yes, but it's a little carrot cake a fan just made for you," I rolled my eyes. It's not like I don't like my fans but the thing is, I hate carrots. "Here." Max said, offering the little plastic container to me. Max added, "I know you don't like carrots but you should try it. It's actually good and it's good for you." I took the little container and the plastic fork Max just offered. I tried some and immediately spit the almost all what I ate. It's too sweet. Very, very sweet.

Max's POV

After Louis spit the carrot cake and ranted about how it is too sweet, he asked me to fetch him something more decent. I sighed then searched the bus for something to eat.

As I was searching, my phone suddenly rang.

Dad

I immediately pressed accept.

"Hello?"

"Son, we have an emergency." my dad said. I can here someone sobbing in the background. It sounded like my mom.

"Dad? What's wrong? What happened?" I said, full of worry in my voice.

"It's Sky. We were just out having some dinner then she suddenly started vomiting. We think that it was food poisoning but the doctor said something was different. We're in the hospital right now and the doctors are trying to figure out what went wrong." he explained.

"MAX! WHERE THE HELL IS MY FOOD?!" I heard Louis yell.

"Just a minute!" I yelled back.

"Look, dad. I'll try to come there as soon as possible. Okay?" I said hurriedly as I grabbed a pack of cookies.

"Alright. She keeps on asking for you. Be safe." he replied. We exchanged goodbyes then I hung up.

I ran to Louis and gave him the cookies. He groaned. "Finally! What took you so long?"

"My dad called. He said that my daughter is in the hospital." I said, tiredly.

"Boohoo. Can you get me a juice box? I'm parched. Turn up the heat will you? I'm cold. Man, it's raining hard outside. Get me a blanket as wel-" he kept on saying things for me to do for him. And I just cannot take it anymore.

"That's enough! I just told you that my daughter is in the hospital then you just kept on ordering me around like a slave! Can you stop being a dick for a second?! All these months I tried my best to keep up with your horrible attitude. But guess what? I'm sick of it! So I quit!" I yelled at his face.

"You can't do that!" he scoffed.

"Oh I can." I stood up and grabbed my stuff which is only a backpack. Then I angrily walked towards the door and left without saying another word to him.

Louis's POV

Max slammed the door. Great. Now I don't have a personal assistant. I guess I'll just have to talk to my management team tomorrow.

Who needs him anyway? He always acted too slow. You know what? I don't even want to think about it. I'm too knackered.

*The next day*

I woke up because of the sunlight peeking through the windows.

"Max! Close the fucking blinds!" I yelled but I got no reply. I can still feel the sunlight shining on my face. I rolled over and grabbed a pillow to cover my face.

"MAX!" I yelled again. Once again, no response. Fuck, I forgot that Max quit last night. That prick.

I grabbed my phone and called Richard, my manager. He picked up on the first ring.

"Good morning Mr. Tomlinson."

"Max quit. I need a personal assistant as soon as possible" I said then hung up. I don't give a shit about what else he was going to say.

"Good morning Tommo. You want some?" Paul, my body guard, said, offering me a bowl of cereals. I gladly took it because I was starving. Paul was the only one I actually get along with the people around me. He's not as annoying as the others.

"I heard that Max quit." he said. I groaned in response. Then my phone rang which made me groan again.

Niall

I smiled and answered the call.

"Nialler!!!!"

"Louis!!!!"

We yelled at the same time which made us laugh. "What's up?" I said as I wondered why he called this early.

"Uncle Paul said that you're in need of a personal assistan-"

"You're not going to be my personal assistant Niall"

"Not me. I have a friend who is looking for a job." he explained. Oh.

"When can I meet him?"

A/N: Hi! This is my very first fanfic so please bear with the shitty writing. Sorry for the short chapter. Anfajcjkhjdjc I don't know what to say. It's only the first chapter but I'm already fangirling. Comment your thoughts. I love y'all! xoxoxoxoxox

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