Stella's POV
If there's one thing in this world I hate, it's the sound of men screaming. I don't even really know why, it's not like I've had bad experiences with screaming men. I mean, every man screams in New York, but the bad things that happened to me didn't come from screaming men, but a screaming mom or a snickering classmate. Still, every time Louis and the band got loud, I shrunk like a turtle retreating into its shell. I would grab Ava's hand, or else just go hide in my dressing room. Louis and his friends were always yelling. They were happy, excited, full of life, as they should be. They were practically on top of the world and I didn't want to bring them down. So I hid. And to be honest, when no one came looking for me I was relieved. I wanted them to be able to have fun without having to worry about poor Shy Stella. The first night was vibrant, full of life. The boys were taking shots, jumping around... I took a shot too but once the screaming started I kind of just saw myself out. Now we had performed two shows and now the tour was heading to Canada. One thing about the tour heading to Canada was that I couldn't go with them. A lawyer was still trying to figure out whether or not I was an American citizen or a British citizen or if I needed a Visa... All I had was a fake ID that read Stella Tomlinson because Louis wanted me to be able to start a new life. Besides, we figured my old ID was a fake anyway, a suspicion confirmed when Mary showed up to the hospital and didn't argue when we pulled out my new ID. Beyond that there was nothing to prove who I even was. So while the lawyer figured that out, I couldn't leave the country. Not even to Canada.
"This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard." I laughed. Isaac had his guitar case open on the floor of the backstage room and Louis and his entire band were standing in a circle around it. Waiting for me to get in.
"Do it, do it, do it!" The boys chanted.
"There's no way I'm fitting in this guitar case!" I exclaimed. There was no way I would fit in that guitar case. Like you could literally look at that thing and know. Babies couldn't fit in that guitar case. And yet somehow those boys got me to sit down in the guitar case to prove my point.
"Damn it, she doesn't fit in the guitar case." Isaac complained.
"Told you." Steve, the drummer, commented. Oli picked up a red Solo cup, filled it with vodka and shoved it at Isaac.
"A shot for you..." He poured another shot and handed it to Ava. "And a shot for you for saying Stella wouldn't get in the guitar case."
"You guys bet on whether or not you could get me in the guitar case?" I asked, standing back up.
"I bet Ava you would, she bet me you wouldn't. Turns out I know you better." Oli gloated.
"I bet she could fit in your bass drum." Isaac told Steve.
"I bet if she tried she'd break it." Matt, the bassist, commented.
"We're not trying it." Steve replied.
"Come on mate, don't be a pussy!" Louis complained.
"I'm not climbing in a drum set!" I exclaimed.
"Then how else are we gonna smuggle you into Canada!" Louis complained, for some reason picking me up and spinning me around before putting me back down again.
"I bet we could find a suitcase big enough to stuff her in." Steve suggested.
"I'm not going to Canada!" I laughed, noticing Ava hit Steve on the arm.
"We could hide her in a box like Harry." Louis suggested.
"It's two days calm down." I laughed.
"The longest two days of my liiiiiife." Ava whined, suddenly throwing herself on me. "We could dress you up like Louis and pretend she's him to get her into Canada." Ava suggested.
