After I woke up the next day I was thrown into chaos. The boys, Haley and I were driven to the venue after we had just enough time to eat, shower and consume some caffeine. When we got there the line for soundcheck was already fairly long.
When we stepped off the bus I went into the dressing rooms of each of the boys before I opened their luggage and rummaged through them.
I swear the only thing these boys owned were skinny jeans and old band tee shirts. It took me some time to set up each individual set but by the time I was finished they were coming in to get ready for the meet and greet.
"Hey boys." I straightened up from arranging everything as they plopped down on the couches.
"You ready to work your magic?" Luke looks over his shoulder at me and I meet his blue eyes with a wide, excited grin.
"You bet your arse I am. Now come over here so I can get started." Pointing to the chair placed in front of a vanity he shuffled over and sat his lanky body in said chair.
I started with having him change his his shirt so he wont ruin his hair. He pulls on one of his usual shirts he has until I can order some new clothes, he chose his black long sleeved shirt with the silver stars on the arms.
I make it a point to focus on my job and not how good he happens to look in that shirt as I twist open the container of messy paste palmade. Once I rub my hands together I quickly rake my fingers through his blonde locks in a messy fashion. Behind me I can hear Ashton start up a keek video.
When I'm satisfied with my work I wipe my hands on a towel and look at his reflection. Im caught off gaurd when I notice that he's already looking at me.
"What?" I blush causing him to smirk.
"Nothing. Just watching you. Are we done?" He spins around and looks up at me slightly. My only responce is a nod, he smiles at me once more before I clear my throat and call over the next boy.
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Finally my job is finished and all the boys look ready to rock. Haley and I follow them out to the place where the meet and greet is at and we hang back, sitting at a picnic table.
"They look great Demi. You're amazing." Haley praises me and I chuckle with a shrug.
"I didn't do much. I dont even have any updated clothing for them yet." I look over at them as they smile big for those lucky few fans as they snap photos with them.
"Just shut up and take a compliment." She shoves my shoulder playfully and I glare at her.
"Whatever."
"Thats right." She sticks her tongue out at me and I flip her off.
"Youre an idiot." I cant hold back the grin and she laughes at me.
Haley and I spend the extra hour listening to the crowd of lined up fans outside sing, talk, sometimes scream and laugh as they wait for the gates to open to see the boys.
When the time had finally come Haley and I made our ways to the front of the crowd so we could stand front and center. To be honest I was excited to see them perform, this will be my first time.
"You look so excited!" Haley pokes my cheek and my wide green eyes meet hers.
"Im so excited Haley! Ive never seen them perform before." She grins at me and we're interrupted by a soft excuse me from behind us. We are a little reluctant to turn around and meet fans after what happened yesterday but we have to remember not all of them are rude.
When we turn we see two girls about 15 standing there with timid smiles, "Can we get pictures with you guys?" I look at Haley and my mouth forms an O before I look back at the girls.
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Age is But A Number (L.H. Fic)
Romance22 year old Demitra McAdams; Demi for short, just got offered the job of a life time. She has landed a job as the stylist of a world famous band. Who? She had no clue. She was expecting the have the best year of her life, what she didnt expect was t...