Alia's POV:
Rosie helped me tune my guitar; I could never do it myself without one of the strings popping off.
"See that was easy!" she said smiling handing me my guitar. We were both part of One Direction's band playing the guitar. It isn't as exciting as it would seem being on tour with them. They've got their girls and their music so they never notice any of the backup singers and the people that play in their band. Rosie and I did both.
After practice we both headed to the bus to get some sleep, as were leaving the hall, I bumped into Arabela Harry's girlfriend, and I dropped my sheet work and everything.
"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" we both said at the same time. Then we both laughed. She helped me pick up my stuff and we both stood up looking at each other.
"I always see you around here playing and singing and I keep thinking you're really good!" she complimented me.
"Thanks." I said nervously. She was kind of like a celebrity.
"What's your name?" she asked as we started walking together.
"Alia Sterling, and this is Rosie Drew." I said pointing to my best friend, she waved.
"I'm Arabela." She said happily.
"Are,Are!" somebody yelled from deeper inside the theater. I turned and there was Veronica calling her.
"I'm coming, hold on!" she screamed back. She rolled her eyes and looked back at me and smiled.
"I've got to go, but you should come to our tour bus tonight, we're just hanging out and watching a movie or something. It'll be fun." She said smiling a friendly smile before she ran off toward the stage where One Direction was rehearsing.
I was shocked. I've never been close to any of the celebrities I sing or play for. They're never this friendly. I looked at Rosie and smiled.
"Well, tonight's going to be so fun! All the time we spent touring with One Direction and we finally get to meet them!" I said excitingly. Rosie rolled her eyes and brushed her dark brown hair behind her ears.
"They're just people like you and me." She stated picking up her guitar case again.
I shrugged.
"Pretty people!"
When we arrived at the staff bus people were bustling about and doing the regular stuff and eating, but headed straight to our room so I can get ready for the little get together. Kianna, Rosie and I shared a room so when I rushed in, Kiana fell off her bed in surprise.
She was a short cute blonde with an amazing singing voice; she was really clumsy and was always falling. She claims it's because she's so close to ground. All three of us wanted to be in a girl band but it hasn't all worked out yet.
She pulled herself off the ground glaring at me.
"What was so important you just had to bang the door open and almost give me a heart attack!?" she squealed.
"Oh nothing, just the awesome fact that tonight we got invited to One Direction's bus to a party!" I raved.
She let out a shriek and jumped up and ran to her closet.
"It's not a party, Alia it's just a get together." Rosie said as she entered the room.
"Let me be excited." I said turning toward her, away from my closet. Then I whirled my head around and went to the mirror. I straighten my black curls and spread subtle cream eye shadow over my green eyes.
Rosie jumped face down on her bed and muttered something, but I was too excited to care. She can pretend all she wants that she isn't excited; nobody ever gets to go to the artist's bus, on whichever tour we go on.
I wore a black LOVE crop top, with white jeans and sandles. While Rosie worea Beatles tee skinny jeans and black Convers. Kianna wore a baggy sweater and maroon shorts with sandals. Then we were done and headed over to the bus a couple hours later and I knocked on the front door. Behind it there was music playing and roars of laughter.
I gave Kianna an excited look; she returned it with a crazy look. We turned our attention to the door, which someone was opening. It was Isabel. I had heard a lot of lings about her and Liam, rude things, but seeing her makes me not want to believe what I've heard. She had a sweet look to her and her golden hair was tasseled back, and her eyes glistening.
"Hello! I'm Isabel Giovanni." She said hugging each of us, we told her our names.
"Come on in, the nacho cheese is still hot." She said walking in. We followed and we were met by polite and funny hellos. We introduced ourselves and I even got a hug from Liam and Niall.
We played beer pong and ping-pong for a while and joked around. The boys were super funny and normal, not at all what I expected. After we played everybody sort of paired off and talked. Kianna when with Liam, Louis, and Isabel, Rosie went with Niall, Harry, and Justice, and I talked to Zayn and Camilla.
We just talked and goofed around until Rosie realized the time. I had my head back in Zayn's lap as we laughed uncontrollably the joke wasn't even funny. We were all just drunk accept Rosie.
"Alia!" she whispered into my ear.
"Shhhh! Don’t worry Rosie just go with the flow!" I slurred bringing my finger up to her lips. She rolled her eyes and pulled my arm away. She picked Kianna off the floor where she lay with her shirt up giggling and grabbed my arm. I didn't remember a thing after that.
Rosie's POV:
It was almost 3 am and we had rehearsal. Not only that but Alia was practically all over Zayn and he had a girlfriend, I'd heard about her. I do not want some stupid pop stars getting in the way of our dream.
"It's a little late, so we've got to go..." I said looking toward Harry, who wasn't drunk either. He glanced briefly at his drunken girlfriend that was dancing on a table and then backs at me.
"Let me get your number first...I like you." He said smiling. I tried not to roll my eyes. Of course he wants my number. I quickly jot down a fake number on his arm and pulled my friends out of that place.
On a regular day, Kianna is a pretty clumsy girl, but when she's tipsy (maybe beyond tipsy) she can practically roll along the ground. When she fell, I had to let go of Alia to scoop her up, and then Alia trips. It felt like I was their babysitter.
When we finally got back to our bus I pushed them onto their beds and they were out. I slipped into bed and thought for a moment. Why would Harry Styles want my number anyway? He’s got a girlfriend? But my question, I couldn't answer myself.
