Every Fangirls' Dream || l.h.

Chapter Nine: Bruno Mars knows what's up.

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"Up-town funk you up. Uptown funk you up. Say wha-"

"Ugh. Shut up." I mumbled, hitting the off button.

Oh gosh. Its morning... Today's the day. I thought to myself, rolling out of my make-shift sheet bed.

...

I was about to eat a pop tart when suddenly my doorbell rang. I dropped my pop tart back on my paper plate and ran to the door (probably waking up my downstairs neighbors).

Throwing the door open, I was greeted by Luke, his arms wide open. I immediately hugged him, burring my head in his chest.

"Good morning to you too," Calum grumbled, obviously annoyed by my lack of greeting.

"Good morning," I mumbled, my voice muffled by Luke's shirt.

"Stop that. The vibrations of your voice tickles." Luke said, attempting to pry me off.

"Sorry," I replied, releasing Luke.

"I can breathe again!" Luke cried out, taking a huge breath.

"Shh... I have neighbors you know." I said, sighing. And they say, I over-exaggerate.

"Is that all your stuff?" Michael asked, astonished by my small pile of suitcases.

"Yes... is it a lot?" i asked.

"It looks like all of our stuff combined."

"But the stuff in here is important."

"Oh really? What's in them?"

"That big one has my clothes. That small one has my shoes. The black backpack has my hair stuff like gel and my straightener. The blue backpack has bathroom stuff like my toothbrush and cotton swabs."

"Cotton swabs?"

"Yes! Ears don't clean themselves."

"She's not wrong," Luke replied.

"Shut up Luke," Michael retorted.

"What's in the pink bag?" Ashton asked.

"That one has all my books." I said, which received a strange look from all the guys.

"What? Did you guys really think I would travel without my books?"

...

"So this is your tour bus?" I asked, opening the door.

"Nope, we stole Kanye West's tour bus." Calum replied.

"That's what he gets for being rude to T-Swizzle and Beck." I said, smirking as I entered a lounge area. "Where is everyone?"

"They're at the hotel."

"Ah, makes sense."

...

"Ready to meet the people that make the band magic happen?" Luke asked, holding my hand.

"Ready as I'll ever be." I replied, squeezing his hand. Ashton opened the door and we were greeted by the sounds of multiple greetings.

"Guys, this is Zelina. Zelina, say hi." Luke said.

"Hi," I squeaked, slightly intimidated by the amount of people there.

One man stood up and said, "Hello, I'm Matt Emsell. I'm-"

"-their manager. Yes I know. And as you know, I'm Zelina Rosario. Nice to meet you. I warn you now, I tend to finish other people's sentences and I also tend to talk a lot, like I'm doing now." I said, out of breath.