Live While We're Young *completed*

Chapter seven

Avery's P.O.V

I woke up sprawled out on a bed. Wow, this bed is more roomier than I expected. Just then, I noticed an object laying on the floor.

Is that, Harry? I looked over to my right, where he was supposed to be, and found it empty.

I poked the sleeping Harry, trying to get him awake.

"What the hell are you doing on the floor?!" I whispered curiously.

"You move a lot in your sleep." he muttered, getting up, and pushing me over so he could lay down too.

"I only move when something is moving me, and this tour bus thing-a-majiger, moves a lot." I defended, trying to get comfy again.

"Holy shit." Harry cursed. What a lovely vocabulary in the morning, I'm sure Liam would approve.

"What?" I asked slightly sitting up.

"It's five in the morning, and we have to be up by seven."he explained.

"Holy fudge, well goodnight." I said, and just like that, I was asleep. I'm a pretty amazing sleeper.

~~~~Two Hours Later~~~~

"Avery wake up!" someone shouted. What a pleasant way to wake up.

"What the hell do you want!"I screeched, still keeping my eyes closed. I don't wanna get up!

"It's time to wake up!" another voice said clearly pissed off. How long have they been doing this for?

"No! Let me sleep!" I whined, rolling onto my stomach.

The blankets were then torn off of me, and across the room. They did not just do that! Great, now I can't fall back asleep.

"I hate you all!" I muttered, sitting up, and scooching off the bed.

I walked into the kitchen part of the bus, getting two pieces of bread from the loaf of bread thingy.

Once they popped out, almost giving me a heart attack, I placed them on a plage, and spread nutella on them and quickly devoured the amazing taste only nutella can bring.

When I was finished, I walked back into the living room part, to see the boys being stupid, as usual, and a random guy sitting on the couch.

Everyone seemed to notice me, because they looked up in my direction.

"Hi, I'm Paul, you must be Avery, Harry's girlfriend." I think I just chocked on my own spit. Attractive, I know.

"No, I'm not Harold's girlfriend." I corrected him buisnessly. I should be a penguin, because penguins mean buisness!

"Well then why we're you two sleeping together?" he asked confused. He's like 35 years old, and he's confused about that!

I glared at Liam. "Because someone wouldn't let me sleep on the couch, because apparently its not soft enough to sleep on." I snapped, not removing my glare from Liam. He looked pretty scared. Good, he should be.

"You might want to get dressed." Liam told me. Stupid Liam, telling me what to do!

"Why?" I asked, pushing Niall off the couch and laying down. That's right, I just pushed Niall Horan off a couch!

"Do you want to go into a hotel in your pajamas?" Liam asked, crossing his arms.

"Paul! Liam is being mean to me!" I pouted.

"Sorry Avery, but you do need to get dressed, after we check into the hotel, ALL of you need to go to rehearsals."Paul said, saying 'all' louder, meaning I have to go.