Wagon Wheel

Stage Drove

"So, I have these tickets to this band called Coldplay and I was wondering if you'll accompany me?" Niall asked Lavender, waving two tickets in front of her face. Despite the beatings the poor Irishman received, he continued his stalker-like appearance. Lavender gave Niall a small glance then looked back to the computer where she was trying to keep records.

"If I would say yes, would that include the thousand or so fan girls mobbing us as soon as we step foot outside?" Lavender hesitantly asks, swirling in her chair to face the red faced blond.

"Ah, now. I'll ... um... take the back way." He awkwardly chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. Lavender stared at the man, before turning back to computer.

"Fine." She said, ignoring Niall who was dancing in what she thought may have been a victory dance, but it constants of a bunch of arm flapping and leg kicking.

"Thank you, this is going to be the best night of your life, and I really mean that." He sang, reaching over the counter to place a large kiss on her cheek. "By the way its in like two hours." He quickly added, causing Lavender to come a abort stop in her typing.

"Tonight?" She repeated, staring at the boy band member who was nodding his head like a five year old.

"Yup, so hurry up! I'll just wait right here." Niall said, plopping down on the chair next to Lavender.

"You're a sneaky little bastard." Lavender mumbled, smirking a tad when she heard Niall utter ouch under his breath.

"So, whatcha doin'?" Niall ask, placing his head on Lavender's shoulder. Lavender felt her skin burn from the blush she had earned.

"What most people do, working." She replied as she rolled her shoulders trying to knock the man's head off of her sore shoulder.

"That's boring, let's play twenty questions!" The Irishman exclaimed, falling back into his seat. Lavender snorted.

"What are we, ten?" She responses, typing away on her key board. Suddenly the chair moved, giving the lavender hair girl to have what she felt a small heart attack. Niall stood above her, smirking proudly as a child does when he did something tricky.

"Yes, yes we are. So what's your favorite color?" He asked, shifting his weight to one leg to the other.

"I am not playing this game, Niall." She explained, standing up from her chair. She brushed off the invisible dust on her Peter Pan style dress. She slid by the pouting boy band member and toward the door of the building.

"Are you coming or not?" She glanced back over her shoulder, sending Niall a small smirk. She watched as he scrambled out of the chair, flipping it over in the process and then knocking him over. Unable to control her amusement Lavender laughed.

"Did I swept you off your feet?" She cheekily asked, placing a hand on her hip.

"Look who drag the cat in." A snarlingly like voice answered the Irishman and the lavender hair girl as they walked into a private box. In the corner of the dimly lit room stood Louis Tomlinson, sporting a band tee and jean shorts. He hadn't shaved in awhile since there was a bread growing on his handsome face. To Lavender it was the face of Satan him-self.

"Wow, are we now using cliché sayings?" Lavender hissed at Louis, who pushed himself off of the wall he was leaning on. As he walked closer to the couple, Lavender notice the dark shadows under his eyes.

"I don't understand why you like these charity cases, Niall. They always ended up being either whores or attention seekers." He said, sending a joking smile toward Lavender who was debating on either ripping his head off or attacking him with every name in the book.

"It seems the only attention seekers is the one right in front of me." She snarled right back at him, watching as the eldest boy band member thinks of what to reply to her. Just as he started to open his mouth, the lights of the arena dimmed and the screaming crowd picked up. Louis turned around and strolled to his seat. Niall followed behind him with two beers in his hands. Lavender grabbed one from the table, unscrewed the cap and took one large sip.

"Good God, I need to fucking drink more." Lavender silently whispered to her self as the drink washed down her throat.

"That was bloody amazing! Did you see when that guy fucking body drove into the crowd?" The drunk Lavender asked, clutching onto a equally drunk Niall.

"Do you mean stage dive?" Louis said, staring at the lavender hair girl who was beyond sober. Lavender turn to Louis who took it upon himself to sit right next to her on the drive back from the show.

"Why would it be called stage dive? I bet you ten pounds those bloody Americans did that. Always messing in our shit, like fucking raccoons." Lavender hiccuped, leaning her head against Louis shoulder. " I mean, I love Americans, I really fucking do. My best friend is from there, but god damn, always trying to tell us how to things right. I mean fuck."

Louis watched as Lavender ranted on and on about America, but he was more focus on how the drunk girl had a clutched on the drunk and passed out Niall. He was also amazed at how she wasn't swearing at him for once. Louis knew he deserved some of the things she said to him, but it did hurt him. He wasn't made out of steel, no he was a human who had feelings. Placing his head on the sit rest, he notice that Lavender was quiet, which was something he only heard once before. Glancing down he saw that the girl had indeed pass out. He reached to push some of the lavender hair off of her face and behind her ear.

"Lavender hair for a girl named Lavender." He softly said, watching as she buried her head into his shoulder.

"Sir we're here." The man who was driving announced, Louis glance toward out the window to find Niall's flat staring back at him. Leaning over the sleeping woman, he slapped Niall.

"Oi, shit. What the hell was that for?" Niall groggily mumbled, his eyes red with sleep.

"We're here you shit. Get up." Louis said, motioning to the building in front of them. Niall sluggishly got out of the car before pausing to tell Louis about Lavender.

"Do I need to get her?" He asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Louis was already shaking Lavender out of her sleep.

"Get up. Get up your fucking drooling on me. I don't want your peasant germs." He hissed, half heartily. Lavender woke up, slapping at the hands shaking her, turning over to ignore Louis.

"Fuck off, Todd." She mumble,curling into a ball on the car seat. Louis huffed and began to pull her out of the car, just as her feet left the car. He dropped her.

"Mother fucker!" Lavender hissed, hitting Louis in the knee, who crumbled due to the hit. So there outside of Niall's flat was two people who seem to be at each other throats, on the ground rubbing their injures.

"Why the fuck would you drop me?" Lavender shouted, throwing her hands up in to the air. She couldn't believe that the asshole would drop her.

"You were fucking heavy!" Louis shouted back, trying to stand back up from the ground. Lavender reached over and pulled Louis back the ground.

"Nope pretty boy, you aren't leaving me here. I am drunk and I think I fell on my butt bone. So you are kindly going to help me up." She explained as Louis stared at her like she head two heads, but something in his head went off and he helped Lavender up. As he helped her to Niall's flat, he felt as if he needed to say something to her.

"Do you do butt exercises? Or is that just fat?"