Broken||M.C

*Nineteen

//This is by far my favorite gif ever. LOOK AT HOW CUTE HE IS\\

Avery

I sat in my hotel room, editing pictures as usual. It had been another amazing show. I honestly couldn't believe this was my job. Getting to photograph my favorite band and tour with them, it really was like a dream come true.

I was just going through all of the pictures from the day, including the ones that I had taken when the boys and I had gone out earlier. Spending that time with them had been so much fun and I had also gotten quite a few good shots.

As I went through the pictures, I noticed the ones that we had taken outside of Buckingham Palace. I saw the ones I had taken of the boys, which I had uploaded to Instagram and twitter for them, and then I saw the ones of me and Michael. There were the ones of us smiling and then making goofy faces, but then I saw some that I hadn't known Calum had taken.

Michael and I were both laughing, hard. I don't even remember what we were laughing at. Calum had snapped a few candids of us and I loved them. Out of all the pictures, these were my favorite. I hadn't seen myself laugh like that in years, actually I don't think I've ever laughed that hard in my life.

Suddenly a thought came to mind. I quickly went to one of my suitcases and opened it. I dug through the clothes and found a photo album. I had brought one along just to put pictures in, but I had something else in mind for this one.

I wanted to put pictures of Michael and some of us together and write certain things beside each picture. Whether it was a quote, my favorite song lyric or a reason he made me happy. Then at the end of the tour, I was going to give it to him. I had always wanted to do something special for him and the whole band, at least for him I could do this much.

I sent the pics to a nearby drugstore and I would just go in the morning to get them. Hopefully I could do this without him knowing. We have been hanging out a lot. We still hadn't really talked about the kiss that we had shared the other night. I still didn't know what that was about. I really didn't know what to think about it.

I turned off my computer and crawled into bed. I was hoping for a restful night's sleep. So far I had only had one nightmare on this trip and I was hoping that it stayed that way.

***

The next day, I got up early. I wanted to get up before the boys did, preferably Michael. He was never up early, unless he had to be. So I quickly dressed and put on some makeup. I looked at myself in the mirror and at my blue hair. I honestly loved it, but I dreaded to hear what my mom would have to say. She was always against me dying my hair. I only hoped she wouldn't hate me too much for it.

When I finished getting ready, I grabbed my bag and headed out. As I closed my door, I heard a voice behind me.

"Where are you headed this early in the morning?"

I slowly turned around and Ashton was standing there, coffee in hand.

"Well I have to go pick up something. What are you doing up?"

"I get up early sometimes. I couldn't really sleep. Where are you going?"

"I ordered some pictures last night and I'm going to pick them up."

"Oh okay. Could I come?" He asked.

I didn't see the harm in it. I knew I could trust him to keep this from Michael. They may be best friends, but I think he could keep this from him. I hoped.