It's True ⇔ Camila/You

2. You

"Get the hell up!"

Michael's rough morning voice shocked me awake, the warm material of my covers seemed more inviting now that it was time to get up.

"Mini Hemmings lets go! The Teen Choice Awards are today!" Calum's softer voice came closer to me, two strong hands wrapped around my shoulders to gently shake me awake.

All the boys were like older brothers to me, but Cal and I had always gotten along the best. In the earlier years of the band, dating rumors had started. Most of them stopped when I came out as gay.

"Alright fine, move over C-Dizzle." I mumble, shoving him to the side playfully and climbing out of my bunk. The scratchy tour bus carpet irritating my bare feet.

The bus shook as I walked to the bathroom, throwing me off balance and right into my brother.

"Well good morning to you too y/n." He mumbles, obviously startled in his sleepy daze.

Leaving a small kiss on my forehead Luke continues walking towards the lounge area of the bus.

When I finally get to the bathroom I throw on some eyeliner and mascara before brushing out my hair and pushing it back with my fingers. I never do much with my hair. There was one time I experimented with Michael's hair dye, I giggle at the memory.

Trudging to the front of the bus, I see Ashton opening a brown paper bag. Probably breakfast tacos, I pad over with socks now on my feet.

Silently fist pumping at my correct guess, I reach and grab a bacon and egg.

A few hours passed of doing nothing but relaxing with the boys. Twitter was buzzing with noise about the Teen Choice Awards tonight.

Multiple tweets from fans said they wanted me to come on stage with my brother and his band. I didn't know quite yet. They only get two songs, I didn't want to intrude on their opening for the Award Show.

"You know," Luke says around a mouthful of hotdog.

"You should perform with us, you wouldn't be intruding. You should also learn how to keep thoughts from coming out of your mouth." He chuckles, swallowing his food.

I shake my head, that happens way too much.

"Yeah, yeah it does." Calum giggles, walking into the lounge.

I scrunch my nose, damn it.

"I mean, I'd love to perform with you guys." I say quickly, ruffling Calum's hair.

"but one song is my limit." I finish, looking back at my phone.

"You should play She's Kinda Hot with us!" Ashton shouts, jumping out of his seat.

"Alright, that's one of my favorites." I say, biting back a smile at the older boys enthusiasm.

"Cal, we're gonna go play Fifa and I'm gonna kick your ass, let's go." I say suddenly, the brown haired boy shooting from the couch and sprinting to the back of the bus.

"Not today Hemmings!" He shouts, slamming himself down into a chair and snatching a controller off the table.

After another couple hours, and countless wins against Calum, hair and make-up artists knock on our door, making us all groan.

We had made it to the Award Show venue and it was time to get ready.

Luke sat down and had his new floppy hair style done, while I plopped down in the seat next to him.

A lady walked up to me, lifting my chin so she could see my face and skin tone.

"Do we have to do a lot?" I asked politely, never really having been a fan of makeup.