A Song For You, Mate. (ON HOLD)

A Song For You Mate. - Chapter Six.

Vanessa's P.O.V

"Keep it down stupid!" An unknown source whisper yelled.

"I'm trying! And besides your constant yelling isn't helping me at all!" Another voice said in an equally loud whisper.

"Well if you stopped doing things wrong then I wouldn't have to yell at you, would I?" The first voice whispered back.

"Well if you stopped yelling then maybe I wouldn't do anything wrong!" The second voice hissed. At this point my eyes were peeling open so I could inspect the 2 people in my room without permission.

"Just stop talking you idiot otherwise you're gonna wake her up and ruin everything!" The first voice whispered back but a bit louder than before.

By now my eyes were wide open and I was just waiting for Harry and Jake to stop bickering like old ladies and notice me. Now, any normal person probably would have noticed my constant staring by now, but these 2 imbeciles still had yet to notice me as their arguing continued so I just decided to make my presence known by coughing out loud. At this action both of their heads shot to my direction while their eyes widened with alarm and blush tainted their cheeks as they realised they had been caught.

"Can I help you boys?" I asked, staring pointedly at the portable sized water pistols they were failing trying to block from my view by shoving them behind their backs.

"No," Harry started slowly. "We just came to wake you up, and what do you know? You're already up." Now Harry started moving towards the door. "So we're just gonna go now." He said as he flung my bedroom door open and dashed out with Jake hot on his heels.

Jake and Harry were, always have been, and most likely always will be pranksters. That's probably one of the reasons why they are best friends. They're always pranking each other and people on the crew in general. Conor and I get it the most considering we live in the tour bus with them but we don't really mind it because we also do our own pranks on them, so it's definitely a 2 way street between us. As I was playing back the memories of the pranks we had pulled on one another Conor came into the room notifying me that I had to get ready to go to Ellen's studio.

20 minutes later I had gotten out of the shower and was wearing the first pair of shoes I saw which were plain black ballet flats, a pair of regular faded skinny jeans, and a white American eagle top that had been given to me as a present from my friend and tour fashion co-ordinator Ashley. As I was done and dressed and it was 08:07am because of how early the boys interrupted my sleep. I decided now would be the best time to finishing packing my bags. I had left the majority of my possessions on the tour bus except my phone, laptop, shoes and clothes which I had brought with me to the hotel. Due to the very little I packed I was done packing and had my bags by the door within another 5 minutes resulting in me having another few minutes to kill if we were to get to Ellen's studio by 09:30.

I walked in to the living room and saw the boys lounging around. Jake and Harry were playing a video game and were both dressed in black jeans and black shirts, however Jake had on black Converse whereas Harry was wearing black Vans, which is their usual outfit when they have to body guard me, even though sometimes they do wear suits. Also from the noise Conor's phone was making I could tell he was playing angry birds. Today he was wearing white converse, chinos and a white dress shirt. With my evaluations of their outfits for the day complete, me bored, and Jake and Harry occupied, I jumped onto Conor's lap and started laughing as his face contorted in to shock and surprise.

"Nessie." Conor whined. "You made me lose my game." Conor pouted looking like an adorable child as his hazel eyes widened.

"Aww I'm sorry Con." I said whilst giving him my own puppy eyes which I knew he would not be able to resist. I'm not trying to sound obnoxious or anything, but in all my years of living on this planet, no-one had ever been able to resist the charm of my puppy dog eyes. Heck, even my teachers at old school would never tell me off when I pulled this face.