*3 days later*
"Come on y/n, she's desperate. If she doesn't find a security guard soon she won't be able to do her tour around the US" Harry whines for the millionth time in the past 72 hours.
I look at him with an unamused expression on my face. "I'll make you a deal"
He nods for me to continue.
"I'll do it, if you tour with her. You guys can split the profits but if I'm going, your going" I state. He looks at me before slowly nodding his head yes.
Then his whole attitude changes from calm to swiping his phone off the coffee table and calling someone. (I'm assuming it's Billie)
"Okay, that's all sorted. Go pack we leave in the morning" he shouts while heading into his closet.
Just for a little bit of context it's 10:33pm, and this bitch is saying we leave in the morning...
What is it with there fuckers in the music industry?????????
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*5:30 am*
"Y/n"
"Y/n"
"Y/n"
"Y/N!"
"The fuck do you want" I groan at the huge pain in my arse standing above me as I try to sleep.
"The bus is here come on" Harry drags me out of bed, doesn't even give me time to change, and out of the front door, locking it behind him.
I lazily tremble onto the bus and plonk myself of the small sofa.
"I'm nervous" Harry states, taking a seat next to me, placing his arm around my shoulders. I snuggle further into him and rest my eyes.
"You have nothing to worry about my friend, you need to learn who the fuck you are" he giggles at my comment. "Your good with words"
"I know"
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Hey guys, sorry I kinda fell off the face of the earth for a while.
Here is a little filler chapter.
Enjoy.
See ya soon!
