As It Seems

Ch. 6- The Reason For That Smile

A/N: SORRY it took so long. I think I'm gonna update this every Tuesday. And another day. I just haven't figured out which day yet. Ok, enjoy :)

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We stepped out into the dimly lit parking garage around back, where there were no fans around, no cameras, nothing but all of the tour team and the tour busses. Seeing our very own tour bus for the first time was absolutely a dream come true. Ours was plain silver with some weird gold stripes on it, and inside was just like how you would picture a tour bus to be. A row of beds ran down the aisle, a bathroom and a little room area at the back, and at the front a couch/TV area across from a tiny kitchen.

That night, after we were all settled into our bus, Alainey and I sat alone on the couch, waiting for everyone else to get on and settled so we could leave. Finally, Alainey addressed the elephant in the room.

"Hey Cay..?” she asked, sounding a little scared.

“Hmm?”

“I know you’re my best friend, and you’d never purposefully do anything bad, ya know, to hurt me or anything.. but..” she stuttered, clearly having a hard time getting out what she wanted to say, “is there… Is there anything going on between you and Ashton?”

“Lainey, I know how much you like him. I would never EVER go after my best friends crush. That’s rule number one in girl code! PLUS the only one on this tour I could actually see my self liking is Harry. I have zero interest in Ashton. No offense” I giggled. Alainey turned to face me again and smiled, letting out a small sigh of relief.

“Good, cuz, did you see the way Harry looked at you when we got off stage?”

“Um.. YEAH!”

The rest of the night was spent laughing and joking about how wonderful it would be to be dating our “crushes”, and how bad ass double dating would be, until everyone else from the Ay-oh-Cay team got on our bus and we were ready to set sail on the biggest adventure of our lives. I couldn’t help but smile that whole night, thinking about what it would really be like to be dating Harry Styles.

The next morning, we were awoken by the sounds of accents. One British and one Irish. “Ay yo girls! Ya gotta get up! We’re goin t get breakfast! Ya don’t have a choice, you’re comin with me n Harry!” Niall laugh-yelled a little too loudly for me this early.

“Wh-what time is it?” I sat up, confused. “Wheres our tour team? Are we supposed to be doing something right now? Shoot did we over sleep?! Are we at the venue already?” I checked my phone. 8:07. Ugh, I am not one to be fond of early mornings.

“No,” Harry reassuringly smiled. “You’re ok. Everyone else went out to get breakfast about a half hour ago, I told them Niall and I’d wait for you girls to get up and we’d take you to breakfast ourselves. But someone couldn't wait” he looked over to niall, who just looked down at the ground, guilty.

“Sorry.. I’m hungry! I need breakfast!”

“Anyways. We’re at a parking lot right now where we stayed last night for the drivers to rest, but we can have a driver take us to wherever we want for breakfast. Surprisingly, we’ve got time today. So… Ihop work for you girls?”

"Sounds perfect!”

“Good, now hurry up and get dressed so we can leave! Cuz we sure as heck aint takin you out lookin like that!” Niall joked. I looked down at what I was wearing, my pink and black plaid pj pants and a RIVERWOOD STRUTTERS t-shirt from my days of competition dance back in high school.

“Hey i like this pj look! It’s totally cute.”

“If anyone could make that outfit cute, it’d be you.” Harry said.