Live While We're Young *completed*

Chapter Nine

Avery's P.O.V

"Wake up!" someone yelled, causing me to wake from my amazing sleep.

"Fuck off you talking pancake!" I muttered, snuggling deeper into the bed. It's so comfy!

"I'm not a pancake! If anything I'd be a birthday cake!" A familiar voice exclaimed. Liam has some nerve trying to wake me up.

I sat up groggily, and rubbed my eyes. Stupid people.

"I'm getting changed, nobody bother talking to me right now I'm to tired." I muttered, picking up my suitcase and picking out an outfit.

Black, see-through tights, jean shorts, a purple tanktop tucked into my jean shorts with a lime green belt, an overtop sweater thing-a-majig.

You know those sweater like things you wear in school over top of tanktops? That. If you can make any sense from what I said. And to top it off, blue TOMS.

I walked into the bathroom quickly to change. Once changed, I ran a brush through my knotty hair, making it softer and less messy. I feel colorful today.

I walked out, and over to everybody else in the living room thing. It's not really a room, more like a room in a room.

"Finally, we thought you died in there!" Niall announced.

"And you decided to just sit there and watch tv while I could be dieing!" I gasped, dramatically putting a hand over my heart.

"Well you could've been, y'know, naked."Josh said awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. Well this did just get awkward.

There was an awkward silence for a while. Awko taco.

"Well, we should get going, we don't want to be late for our flight to England." Louis noted. I never thought of him as the take charge kind of person. I learn something new every day.

I trudged back over to my suitcases and picked them up. They're surprisingly light today.

"Avery, do you need help with your other suitcases?" Harry asked, picking up other suitcases in a closet. Oh that's why it seemed so easy. When did a closet get here?

"Yes please." I smiled, taking one from him. If I take one more, I'm not going to be able to walk.

We finally got to the van, me falling twice along the way. I blame the earth for this.

"I'll put your suitcases in the tour bus." Paul told us. Wait, when did Paul get here? And when the tour bus get here? And why am I not dieing from lack of sleep? And why are turtles amazing?

I climbed into the van. Yay I'm the first one in here! Everyone else climbed in. I almost got squashed by Niall. Curse you leprechaun!

"Paul I don't have a place to sit!" a certain striped shirt boy whined.

Paul huffed and turned around in his seat.

"Avery, what did I tell you, boys can't sit on boys. Do I need to tell you the talk?" Paul grunted. Someone's being evil today.

"Fine." I muttered getting up so Louis could sit down, sending him a glare in the process.

"Now sit!" Paul instructed. I sat down in the middle of the van in the empty gap.

"I meant on a person, I don't want you to get hurt." Paul said getting slightly pissed.

"Why do you hate me!" I yelled dramatically, and sat down on Louis. He was the closets to me and I'm lazy and tired.

"It's for your safety." Paul commented calming down.

After about an hour and a half of driving, -me complaining half of the way- we finally made it to the airport.