𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹//𝑵𝑯//

𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆

I had been sitting with Caroline in the main dressing room instead of watching the show and her doing her job and being a security guard.

Apparently she was given the night off because they had few too many security guards tonight and she wasn't needed.

Caroline was saying that there was no point in even getting the hotel booked as we would be leaving as soon as we were there to go spend three days in California.

I disagree with her, arguing that being stuck on a tour bus with the band for over a day was not on my bucket list.

Caroline had to leave me ten minutes before the show ended, leaving me to talk to the old woman who was always hanging around the lunch room. She was fairly sweet, and kept offering me cherries which felt rude to decline.

I must've had about fifty before the last hit of a drum sounded from the stage, and took that as my cue to leave. I tried to retrace my steps to the tour buses, but ended up failing and following people I recognised from the crew.

The bus was empty, as I suspected, and took the time as an opportunity to look around and familiarise myself with the space.

When you first enter, you have the bus driver's seat, obviously, and a small kitchenette, where I had thrown in all the bags.

As you proceed further into the bus there's about six bunks, three on each side of you leaving an extremely small hallway to get to the rest of the bus.

Past the bunks is a small living area about the same size as the kitchenette, with an L-shaped couch and a small door on the back wall which leads to a bathroom.

Walking back through the bus I pick up my suitcase and bring it back into the living space, unzipping it and taking out pajama bottoms, a cream jumper, slippers, toothbrush and toothpaste.

I change in the bathroom and brush my teeth, running my fingers through my hair before walking out and spotting a small wall-mounted TV in the corner of the room I hadn't seen before.

After zipping up my suitcase and standing it up underneath the TV I begin my search around the room for the remote, which I end up easily finding in a set of drawers.

I sit myself in the corner of the L-shaped couch, pressing the button which was clearly labelled with on/off but it wasn't working.

Confused, I stand up, walking over to the TV and look around for any sort of indicator as to why it wasn't working.

I trace a long wire back to a plug which was half hanging out the wall, explaining why the TV wasn't turning on.

And the switch isn't even turned on.

I roll my eyes for not noticing it earlier, pushing the plug back into the wall and flicking the switch.

Returning to the couch I press the on/off button again and the TV powers on immediately. I got sent to a channel menu which I quickly realised nothing was in English.

It was all in what I believed was French.

Giving up and switching off the TV I set the remote on the bedside table and look at the intricate design of the wallpaper, the door next to it opening as Liam walks through.

"Why are you just sitting here?" He asked as the other boys walked in.
"Because the TV speaks French and I don't." I point at it and bring my knees up, curling into a ball.

"Oh, I can speak French." Louis inputted, the rest of us looking at his like he had two heads.

"Since when?" Niall asked after the small moment of silence.