I'm with the band

05

"So." Niall begins when Harry and I made our way downstairs.
"What were you love birds up to?" He asks.

I furrow my eyebrows and look at Harry as he lets out a nervous chuckle.
"What are you guys talking about?" He asks, scratching the back of his head.

"Simon knew about what happened at the theatre, didn't he?" Niall assumes, spinning around in an office chair.

"Niall stop spinning in your chair, you're getting me dizzy." Liam says, holding the chair so he couldn't spin anymore.

My eyes widen, and Harry and I exchange looks.
"You heard that from all the way up there?" I ask, in shock.

"No, we all saw the article online." Louis responds, smirking and hiding a laugh.
"He did also come downstairs and tell us that we're not allowed to leave until he figures out a solution for all this, so thanks you two."

I frown, knowing I've upset them.

"Louis." Harry says sternly, holding onto my shoulders gently and Louis shrugs.

"But wait, what did Simon tell you guys?" Zayn asks, asking the obvious question.

"He asked us about the photos, and if we were dating or not." Harry says exasperated, running his fingers through his hair.

"Well what'd you tell him?" Liam asks.

"That we're not dating!" I say, frustrated.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to lash out, I'm just really stressed as to what Simon's gonna do about this." I say, shaking my head as Harry rubs my arm, knowing I'm overwhelmed.

"I told you, it's gonna be okay." He says reassuringly.
"Whatever he decides, we'll get through it together."

"What could he even do about this situation anyway?" Liam asks and I shrug.

"My thoughts exactly." I say, agreeing with him.

"Maybe he'll distract the media by faking some kind of spat between us." Liam suggests.
"So bad that the tour will get canceled and the dating situation can lay low."

"Or maybe between Harry and Lizzy specifically." Louis ponders.

"Guys, these are ridiculous ideas." Niall says.
"Simons probably gonna give Lizzy a solo career."

"Niall!" We all say in unison.

"What?" He asks, acting like that's not one of the most out of pocket things he's ever said.

"In what world would that happen?" I ask him, my arms folded.

"It's a possibility."

"Yeah, a ridiculous one." I protest, as the guys nod.
"What would that even solve?"

"I don't know, everyone's attention would be mostly on you, you'd be away from Harry." Niall says.
"Makes sense to me."

"Yeah, because you're a wanker." Louis says annoyed, and swats Niall on the back of the head.

"Ow, what'd you do that for!?" Niall shouts, rubbing the back of his head.

"Okay guys, look." I say, trying to talk over them.
"Honestly, let's not talk about this right now. I'm really nervous to see the outcome."

"Even though there's nothing to worry about." Harry says, tugging at my arm.
"So don't worry your pretty little head about it."

I chuckle and shake my head.
"Okay, okay, enough yammering." I say.
"Let's get to performing before Simon gets upset again."

We all get our instruments and prepare to rehearse.
I played electric guitar next to Niall and was also a vocalist like the rest of the boys.

I slide the strap of the guitar over my body and we begin to play.

We'd be opening our world tour by playing tribute to Wheatus by covering their song, Teenage Dirtbag.

Niall and I begin the song on our electric guitars, seeing who could play louder as a joke, teasing each other.

"Her name is Noel, I'll have a dream about her." Harry begins to sing.
"She rings my bell." He sings, looking to me as I tried to remain focused on the right notes to play.
"I got gym class in half an hour, oh how she rocks.. in Keds and tube socks."

So far, we sounded pretty good.
Not too pitchy and not too loud.
I just had to make sure I was on beat with everyone else.

"But she doesn't know who I am." Harry sings.
"And she doesn't give a damn about me." He says, looking to me again.

He'd do that pretty often with a lot of the songs we're playing.
I guess he has to be doing something else while singing.
Otherwise it'll look awkward, I guess.

"Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby." We all sing.
"I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby."
"Listen to Iron Maiden baby, with me."

The song goes on and me and Niall continue to play.

"Oh yeah, dirtbag." Zayn sings, singing his high note.
"No, she doesn't know what she's missing."
"Oh yeah, dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's, missing."

Harry normally looks at me during Zayn's part too.
We like making fun of his riffs, even though they're amazing.
We like to say that he has his little diva moment.

"Man, I feel like mold." Harry sings.
"It's prom night and I am lonely." He sings, his hand on his chest, and acting it out, making me laugh.
"Low and behold, she's walking over to me." He says, making a face at me and motioning for me to come closer.

I shake my head, continuing to play the guitar while chuckling.
I walk over to him, just as I'm supposed to do and he continues with the song.

"This must be fate, my lips start to shake." He sings, pointing to his lips, his face getting closer to mine.
I continue playing as I lean back, grinning.

"How does she know who I am?" He sings, furrowing his eyebrows, making me laugh.
"And why does she give a damn about me?"

He puts the microphone to my mouth for my part.
Of course, this was just rehearsal and for the actual show we'll have wired mic's.

"I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby." I sing, looking at him grinning, as he exchanges looks with me.
"Come with me Friday, don't say maybe." I sing, shaking my head.
"I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby, like you."

"You." Harry and I both sing our melody together, keeping that same intense eye contact as before and the song goes on.

We keep looking at each other, and wait for the next part to sing.

"Oh yeah." We all sing.
"Dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's missing."

We finish off the song and high five each other all around.

"Now that we did just one song, we should definitely take five." Niall says.

"Agreed." The rest of us say.