"I don't go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me." ~Harry Potter
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Two Months Later
Month one of touring was absolute hell. Louis and I have had many, many, late night adventures while Harry and Liam were there to fuss the next morning.
Management called the two of us in more times that I could ever count but together we are unstoppable. Which leads me to my next complaint. Louis and I are no longer allowed to see each other except five minutes before show time and during meet and greets.
So here we are, wrestling right behind the curtains that separate us and at least fifty thousand others.
"Behave will you?" Lou snaps before continuing to style Niall's hair. We mock her before accidentally knocking down the curtain, exposing our frolicking bodies.
All eyes were on us before laughter erupts from the crowd. Louis and I stand still before I'm violently picked up and placed on a counter top, only to be handcuffed to the drawer that holds many hair supplies.
"Don't even think about moving," one security guard growls. I roll my eyes and lean back, remembering how to escape such childish contraptions. Once I'm unhooked, I tiptoe out without anyone noticing and take my place in the crowd, where only Louis knows I'll be.
Safely making my way to the nose bleed section of the stadium, his eyes lock with mine as he shakes his head smiling. I smile back just as a fan taps my shoulder.
"Are you Skeez? Harry's old best friend and Louis' new trouble maker?" She asks.
"Last time I checked, yeah!" I smile.
"Can I get a picture?"
"Of course, love. But you have to wait to post it on Twitter or something. I'm supposed to be handcuffed back stage," I explain.
"What? Why?"
"Like you said, I'm a troublemaker," I smile and take a picture with her. We bid each other goodbye and a few other fans ask for pictures or take videos of me singing and dancing. A few chill girls were dancing and singing with me and I ask them for their Twitter.
Stockholm Syndrome comes on and that shit is my motherfücking jam. Louis watches me dance and sing with girls and the occasional boys around me. The energy and vibes you get from everyone in the stadium is amazing and honestly there's no better feeling.
Harry notices that Louis isn't paying any attention to the crowd in front of him and glances my way. It takes a few tries for him to spot me but when he does, he walks over to the security guard and whispers in his ear. Bítch.
Deciding it would be best if I made a run for it before I got into more trouble, I quickly ran out of my section and headed back towards the meet and greet room. Someone must have noticed me because now all the guards are looking at me. Eventually making my way back stage I fake the handcuffs and sit back on the mini countertop when one of the tour managers come in.
"Your hair is a mess," Derek points out.
"I had an itch," I bluntly state.
"That or you decided to sneak away. You know you're going to get kicked off this tour right?" He smirks.
"And then who's going to have to deal with a very upset Louis?" I point out. "Derek, you could kick me off this tour but it will never be as bad as you getting fired for not following one simple rule. Keep the boys happy. So, go right on ahead, kick me off and lose your job. But I'll always find a way back while you're trying to find a way to pay for that lovely Porsche parked right outside those metal doors."
"Fine. Go sit with Lottie and Lux. But if you fūck anything else up, you will be punished." He grins evilly as he walks over to 'help' me take the handcuffs off.
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Girls came through that cried, laughed, screamed, and even fainted. Pictures were taken, autographs were given, and horrible jokes and banter was made.
"Can you sing?" One girl asked as she waited in line.
"No," I lie.
"Yes she can," Louis snorts as I glare at him.
"Can you sing for me? Please?" The young girl says with hopeful eyes.
"Fine," I give in, pulling up the instrumental for 'Valerie'.
"Well sometimes I go out by myself
And I look across the water
And I think of all the things, what you're doing
And in my head I paint a picture
'Cause since I've come on home,
Well my body's been a mess
And I've missed your ginger hair
And the way you like to dress
Won't you come on over
Stop making a fool out of me
Why don't you come on over Valerie?"
Everyone in the room cheers as I get up and walk out the room, feeling the need for fresh air. My dad used to sing that to me when I was younger. We would dance throughout the house and sing at the top of our lungs while my mother stood there and shook her had at the sight playing out in front of her.
|Flashback|
"Won't you come on over? Stop making a fool out of me. Why don't you come on over Valerie," Ryan sings in the car as he dances in his seat.
"You're kind of embarrassing. I'm pretty sure the paps in that van caught you on video," I laugh.
"Good," he smiles. Everything seemed okay. The sky was blue, the sun was shining. The world seemed at peace. We continued driving downtown until we reached an old abandoned building. My father never spoke about his job and I never understood why. Until that day.
"Alright stay here and do not let anyone in. If someone comes to the door, drive away. Got it?" My father suddenly asks.
"Dad you're being over dramatic. I'll be fine," I roll my eyes. He looks at me one last time before getting out and walking through the wooden doors.
Twenty minutes passed and there was still no sign of Ryan. Killing the engine, I hear a piercing scream making me jump out the car and run towards the door. I picked a great day to wear combat boots I think as I kick the door open. It made me feel more badass.
My father and another man were wrestling as another man lies on the cold cement bleeding to death. "Dad? What the fùck!" I scream, racing over to the two adults, beating each other to pulp.
"E! Damn it, I said stay in the car!" Not knowing what to do, I ran over to the man who seemed to be lying unconscious and take his knife and gun. That's when it falls out and the puzzle pieces come together. My dad is a drug dealer.
"Get off of him," I demand using a voice I never knew I had.
"I could shoot you right now," the man points out.
"So could I," I shrug and aim the gun at his foot before pulling the trigger. I yell for Ryan to run but he stands there awestruck because of what his little girl just did.
Recovering quickly the man grabbed his gun from the holster and aimed at me. "Do it. I hate my life anyway," I shrug. I firmly believe that if you are in danger and push someone to harm you they will realize that's what you want and back out. So that's what he did. Instead he aimed at my father. The bullet flew and hit him in the abdomen.
I ran towards my father trying to catch him him. But it was too late. He mumbled an I love you before his eyes fluttered shut and he collapsed besides me.
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My eyes closed and I fell to the hard cement floor, collapsing just like my father.
