You hear the crow chanting the boys' names over and over again trying to grasp the concept that you are here about to run on the stages with the boys and do your job, trying not to be a distraction. You hear the stage manager, "1... 2... 3. Let's go bitch"
"Y/N, WAKE UP, YOU LAZY WHORE!" Liam shakes you violently.
"What, huh?" you say, confused.
"Are you stupid, woman? It's concert day," Liam says with a look of shock.
"You act like I'm the one performing, the fuck? And why didn't you wake anyone else up, Liam? Why are you targeting me? Because I'm a WOMAN?" You accused, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Well, uh... maybe," Liam says with a stupid grin.
"Fucking stupid, I got it.... go get breakfast" You look at him as he army crawls away.
You slowly walk over to Zayn's bed, rubbing your eyes. "Zayn, wake up."
"Y/N," he says in a husky voice. "Why are you up?"
"Payne," you reply in a grumpy voice.
He laughs a little, starting to get out of bed, but he grabs you and flips you over onto the bed laying his head on your chest.
"Zayn, I have to get everyone else up..."
"Are you the one performing?" Zayn questioned
"Well, no," you reply because you're an idiot.
"Then Harry can do it..." he gets out of bed still shirtless (BRO HAS NO ABS LMAOOOO), leaving you there motioning that he will be back in 1 minute; you're not sure what he's going to do, but you hear a bunch of squealing like 14-year-old girls assuming most of them are awake he walks back in and watches you fall back asleep getting ready for the day leaving one of his baggy shirts next to you for you to wear for the day before finally waking you up
"See, this is what should be happening, darling."
"huh," you say, trying to form words.
"Made you blush, y/n" he picks you up with ease and grabs the shirt carrying you to your room as you hear Liam singing that should be me holding your hand as Louis is sipping his tea quietly; zayn doesn't hear, and he leaves you to change and be in your thoughts as you go get ready you say to yourself 'i mean it is concert day after all. You were pulled from your thoughts and head downstairs with a charged camera as Harry picks you up and puts you on his shoulders
"HARRY WTFFFFF" you scream at the top of your lungs
"Hey... yall how yall doin'" Harry does a little jig while you're on his shoulders
"Fine but I want breakfast," you say in a baby voice
"Yep, that's where we are going! Then show time BITCH" he says with jazz hands
"For you guys... I'm not the one singing," you say in a pick-me-girl voice.
"But you could be!!!" he said with a bright smile.
You shake your head, seeing all the boys and backflipping off of Harry's shoulder and run to gossip with Louis and get waffles; as you just finish your food as well as your gossip with Louis, you get a call saying the bus is ready to take you to the venue you herd all the boys together and head on to the bus pushing Liam into the bus wall the metal bus wall.
"Y/N," Liam says angrily.
You don't answer, giggling, and start swinging your camera like a lasso at him; Liam squares up, starting to throw punches, while Niall is doing the Irish jig in the background while Harry is tap dancing (with kindness.)
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