Bad Dreams //mgc

85.

*Cara's POV*

"Why are you torturing me? Wasn't seeing Mikey's ass torture enough?!" Ashton asks. "And why didn't Luke get payback? He saw your black lace! I saw nothing!" I am trying so hard not to laugh right now.

"Because, my dear bestie, first of all, Luke walked in because your drunk ass couldn't make it up the stairs and were driving him crazy asking for food. So ultimately, that one was your fault too. Secondly, when Luke walked in, it wasn't going to go any further anyways. When YOU walked in, however, that's a whole different story! THAT was a cockblock move!" Michael burst into laughter as Ashton plopped himself facedown onto his bed.

"So angel, I never knew you had a thing for Louis Tomlinson!" Michael said. He was trying to look upset, but the smile was still cracking through.

I shrugged. "Scared of a little competition babe?" I asked. He couldn't fight the smile any longer. "Naah," he said. "I know he's no match for the cliffoconda."

Ashton started groaning even louder, "SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE! IM GOING TO DIE BEFORE I TURN 21!"

We start laughing uncontrollably now. This is going to be a great tour!

"I know you too well anyways," Michael continues. "Your eyes were gray."

"What? What are you talking about? They're always gray!"

"Oh no they're not angel. When you're emotional, they're blue. But when your horny, when it's pure lust, they're a gorgeous green. That's my favorite!"

"Seriously? I knew the blue but I had no idea about the green!"

"Yup!" he says, plopping on the bed with a smile. "And your eyes were gray when you met Louis. You were fangirling!" Damnit! There goes my fun! Ashton perks up at this information.

"Ashton, if you tell anyone, and I mean ANYONE, you are in here with my green eyes and you'll be stuck in the bathroom for hours, got it?!"

"I get to have no fun!" he whines. I'm having a lot of fun right now!

There's a knock at the door and Ashton is there before I can even turn around. "Meeting across the hall in 2 minutes" Jim says, making Ashton disappear. Michael and I are dying laughing as we make our way out of the room and across the hall. He has his arm around my waist as Niall answers the door. "Oh hey! Come on in, you two! Everyone else will be here shortly." We enter into a suite that's twice the size of ours, with a living room and kitchen. It's as big as Alex and I's apartment was! We walk inside and take a seat on the other end of the couch from Ashton. I'll quit torturing him temporarily. As the others file in, I find it's a tight squeeze for 10 of us plus management, so I climb onto Michael's lap to make more room. He wraps his arms around my waist, leaning his chin on my shoulder.

Jim speaks up. "Okay so you guys already met Louis and Niall. In case you didn't know, this is Harry, Liam, and Zayn. Guys,"he's now addressing the 1D boys and trying not to laugh, "the one pouting on the end is Ashton," he finally stops laughing, "then is Luke, Calum, and Mara, err Michael and Cara. Sorry, I was just checking out the latest on twitter. Cara is not only our tour photographer, but as you can plainly see, she's also Michael's girlfriend. Apparently, after all the 5SOS guys tweeted about her, most of the fans are, what do they call it, shipping? Michael and Cara." I glanced back at Michael, who looks beyond pleased. This is terrific!

"I called you guys all together so that you can all get to know each other, since you'll be spending a lot of time together these next few months. But there's also the matter of security. 1D security does not change. However for the rest of you, no one, I repeat no one, goes in public without at least one bodyguard. Cara, you will have one of the guys in this room plus at least one bodyguard if you go in public. Is that clear?" All eyes are me now and I unconsciously scooch back into Michael some more.

"Um, yes, it's clear, but may I ask why?" I can feel Michael tensing up behind me.

"No questions, just do as I say." He eyes Michael quickly, then looks towards the 1D boys. I glance at Ashton and he looks away. There's definitely something they aren't telling me.

Jim excuses himself from the room and I continue to glare at Ashton, but he won't look at me anymore. The tension in the room is ridiculous and I can't take it anymore. I stand up and address my guys.

"Somebody better tell me what's going on." All eyes land on Michael, but no one speaks. "NOW!" Michael groans then takes a deep breath before starting.

"Fine. After the initial Skype meeting we had with Modest about the twitter fans, I continued to monitor it. I was creeping onto different fan accounts and found some indirect death threats. As of right now, they're just jealous fans spreading hate, but I'm not taking any chances, and neither is Modest."

"Is that why we got the second guard at home?" He nodded. "Mikey," I said much more calmly than I feel, "I wish you would've told me. I'm not quite as fragile as I look."

"That's for sure," Calum spoke up, lifting his shirt sleeve up, "You gave me a bruise!" And just like that, the tension was gone.