As It Seems

Ch. 7- Forget What You Thought

A/N: OK yayy so I got this chapter up. It's gonna be short, but i'm already working on chapter 8, which should be up on tuesday. Maybe sooner if i finish it and you guys want it. Idk. We'll see :) THANK YOU to anyone who's reading and commenting, i seriously love you more than you know. SERIOUSLY. <3

Ok enough rambling. enjoy.

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About a week had gone by since the 1st show, and I have loved every single night on the take me home tour so far. The night of the Harrainey thing, I didn’t say anything to anyone, hoping nobody else had seen it. I’d rather avoid awkward conversations, if I could. Luckily, I was the only one who saw.

In the past week, all 11 of us “kids” had become really close. I use the word kids loosely, to describe all of us main acts (Harry, Niall, Louis, Liam, Zayn, Ashton, Luke, Michael, Calum, Alainey, and me). For some reason, though, I became really, really close to Ashton that first week. He was the first one I’d see after getting off the stage, and the last one to say goodnight to us after everyone else went to their buses. Alainey knew we were just friends, so she wasn’t getting super jealous or anything. She was always such a good, trusting friend. Plus, she got to hang out with Ashton almost every time I got to.

Alainey and I finished our set and ran off stage, like we had every other night this week. We were greeted by friendly, familiar hugs, and then we ran into our dressing rooms to change into comfortable clothes.

Since we had another night of being on the tour bus before we could finally stay in a hotel, I decided to just go ahead and throw my pj pants on, along with a cut up tank top. Those were my favorite, so freeing and comfortable. You know, it’d be really cool to have matching t-shirts for everyone on tour. All of us ‘kids’, plus all the management people, security, our band, 1D’s band, all of us. We could, like, put all of our names on the back, and have maybe a cool design on the front of something. I made a mental note to share my idea with everyone later as I slid into my usual plaid pajama bottoms.

A loud knock on our door interrupted my thoughts.

“Come in!” I called to the stranger, trusting it was someone we knew. And it was. The door opened to reveal Marissa, one of the managers from the One Direction team. Marissa was beautiful, probably being in her late 30’s, with shoulder length, curly dirty blonde hair and vibrant green eyes that were always hidden behind black glasses.

“Hey girls,” the British lady said. “Pajamas already?” She clearly directed her question to me, as Alainey had opted for a pair of yoga pants.

“Yeeeah, well we’ve got a long night of driving and I know we didn’t have anything exciting planned for tonight… plus the dress I wore tonight was super uncomfortable so I wanted to change as soon as I got off stage, and… why change twice, right?” I laughed, and Marissa and Alainey followed.

“You’ve got a valid point. Anyways. I was wondering if now was a good time to talk to you girls? I have a few questions for you.”

“Shoot” Alainey smiled.

“Ok, well. First question, how are you girls finding the tour? Do you like it? Having fun?”

“Of course! It’s a real dream come true!” I smiled my cheesiest but most truthful smile.

“Good, good, glad to hear. How are the boys treatin ya? Do I need to slap ‘em across the head? Are they bein’ a pain?”

“No, no, of course not” Alainey answered this time. “They’re nothing but sweet. All of them.”

“Well that’s a relief” Marissa sighed. “Ok, so here’s my real questions. Have you,” she paused, turning to face my best friend, “Have you heard anything about something called… Harrainey?”