“Jesus, somebody make it stop,” Louis whined with an exasperated sigh as he threw his arms up in the air. We were getting out of the limo, now in view of the hundreds of screaming girls, clambering against each other trying to get a better look at the boys. It was amazing to me that they governed so much attention. When I was with them they just seemed so normal… however, this was anything but normal.
“I feel like crap,” Louis continued to sulk as we all kept walking up the walkway and to the entrance.
“You don’t look much better,” Zayn teased, giving Louis a little wink and then wrapping his arm around his shoulder. The screams went even louder, if that were possible.
“Bastard,” Louis grumbled, readjusting the sunglasses that perched on his nose, hiding his eyes from the bright sunlight. He shrugged out of Zayn’s grasp as we entered the door, immediately slumping down onto the chair. “Kick a man while he’s down, Zayn.”
Niall chuckled, sitting down opposite him. “Well, at least you’ve learnt your lesson mate.”
“I learnt my lesson this morning while I puked over the toilet bowl. The screaming girls is just the devil having a bit of fun with me.”
I let out a small snort of laughter and Harry rolled his eyes. “You can be such a drama queen,” I told him, taking the seat next to him. His head automatically lulled over so it was resting against my shoulder.
“You said those pills would help. They’re not helping.”
“Boy, you really are whiny, aren’t you?” I scoffed, brushing the hair out from underneath his lenses. He looked funny wearing sunglasses indoors. “It’ll kick in soon, give it time.”
“Alright, boys, they’re ready for you,” Paul instructed, turning away from the young girl he was talking to. The producer or something, I assumed. His eyes shifted to Louis and he frowned. “Come on, look alive, Lou… can’t have all your young fans knowing you were pissed drunk last night.” A small smile crept across his face, I could tell Louis’ suffering was amusing him. Probably just glad Louis was getting the punishment he deserved.
Louis lazily got up, rolling his eyes and letting out a long groan. “Wish me luck, Stella,” he mumbled over his shoulder as he followed the other four boys. I stayed out in the small waiting room where I could hear what was going on, with Paul.
***
“That was “Little Things,” by One Direction, a personal favorite of mine,” the perky young blonde radio host said as the broadcast returned to them. “I’m still here with everyone’s favorite five boys, just before the break we were discussing the new album, set to come out just before Christmas. I bet we know what Santa will be delivering a lot of this year,” she chuckled and you could faintly hear the rest of the boys do so as well.
There was a large glass window that let us see everything that was going on. Louis was slumped down in his chair, clearly miserable, but answering with silly replies that I was used too.
“So, boys, I have some fan questions for you now. You ready?”
“Course we are, fan questions are always fun,” Liam said, sounding as sensible as always.
“The first one is from Isabella, and she wants to know what one thing you’d never be able to live without is?”
“My heart,” Niall said quickly and Zayn burst out laughing. “And, uh… music,” Niall added with a small smile, trying not to laugh as well.
