We were leaving today. I've grown close with the boys the past few weeks. I had packed my clothes the night before so I just had to wake up and take it downstairs. I sighed and sat up, it was 4:30 am and the bus will be here at 5:30 am.
                              I got up, my comforter wrapped around me, and grabbed my 3 suitcases, and makeup box, I started to drag it out, the bags feeling like bricks. I got to the edge of the stairs and stopped. "Screw this. " I muttered and shoved my stuff down the stairs, them making thuds as they hit the floor. I started to walk down before slumping against the rail.
                              I feel dead.
                              I didn't get any sleep last night cause I was so excited about the tour. Meh. I leaned against the rails and closed my eyes. I was shook awake. Did I fall asleep? Oh well. I got up, holding my blanket tighter around me. It was cold. Especially since I was only wearing boy shorts and an oversized tee. I walked out the door, feeling dead. I was the first on the bus.
                              I instantly went to the first bed and got on the top. The bed were IN the walls which was cool. 3 on the left, 3 on the right. Eh. I curled into a ball and let sleep overtake me.
                              I woke up to yelling. Seriously?! Can't a girl sleep in peace? " SHUT UP! IM TRYIN TO SLEEP HERE!" I scream, my voice hoarse. It instantly got quiet. I smirked, I'm kinda like a mom of the group. I cook, I clean, and the boys do what I say when I'm in a pissy mood. Does that make me sound like a bitch? Oh well.
                              I sighed and turned. Tossing and turning started to hurt so I groaned and rolled out of bed, forgetting I was on the TOP.
                              BANG!
                              "....Owww." I groaned in pain. Stupid! That was like a 5' fall! Why did the ground have to be so hard?! I gripped the middle bed and pulled myself up. Oh thanks boy, I'm fine, no need to come check on me. I could've just been bloody murdered for all you know. I threw the blanket on my bed and started to look around. Being to tired to look at first, I didn't notice anything. Each bed had a hidden tv. Pocket on the wall. Curtains.
                              The kitchen was nice. Mini-fridge, microwave, coffee/tea maker. Mini-freezer. Cabinets filled with chips and things. The bathroom was a nice size, shower, sink, counter, toilet. I walked to the back. There was a wall. But I heard voices behind it? I pressed the button on the side and the 'wall' slid open.
                              Epic. The room was big, a flat screen with PS3 and Xbox 360 with tons of games. An 'L' shaped couch. Big cabinets that I could comfortably fit in. Then the five boys playing Pokemon.
                              "SHE LIVES!" Harry shouted. Everyone, including me, laughed.
                              "Enjoy your sleep?" Zayn asked. I nodded and went to sit next to Harry. He looked hot today.
                              "Yeah. Though I still feel dead." I said, yawning at the end.
                              "Imma go make coffee. " I said standing up. I went to the kitchen and started to make it. Once it was done I got the steaming kettle and was about to pour it when we hit a bump, making it splash scolding hot water on me. "HOLY MOTHER OF SPORKS!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, setting the kettle on the counter. The boys came rushing in.
                              "What happened?! What'd you do?!" Harry said.
                              "The coffee bit me. " I said in a totally serious tone.
                              "Oka- wait what?" He said confused. I laughed and looked at my blistering hand. Ow. It hurts. Seeing my frown, Harry guided me to the bathroom, grabbing my un-injured hand, sparks flying up my arm, and wrapped it in a bandage.
                              "Thanks. " I whispered, looking into his eyes. He looked back. His eyes were a beautiful green. His hair was in sexy, lushious curls. Well, they always were but...shut up... I bit my lip and looked down to hide the blush. Did we just have a moment?
                              Why do I always get hurt? I mean seriously! It's like the Pain Fairy loves me or something. I walked out of the bathroom, Harry behind me. I glared at the untouched kettle. Evil. I put it in the sink and went to grab my phone.
                              I decided to have a Superhero war with Elli. It's where you say a superhero that starts with a letter. Say I text Aqualad, she's have to text back something that starts with 'B'.
                              ((Marisa- M ~ Elli- E))
                              'Aqualad' M 
                              'BATMAN' E 
                              'Catwoman' M 
                              '...Dick Grayson...' E ((Robin from YJ-TT)) 
                              'Elasti-Girl' M 
                              'Flopsie' E ((someone on Avatar LA))  
                              'Gnnark' M
                              "What are you doing?" A voice brought me out of my thinking. I looked up and saw Louis standing there. Where the hell did he come from?!
                              "Superhero war with Elli. " I said. My phone dinged, telling me I had a text. I looked at it and it was from Elli.
                              'Hulk' E Damn whats one for 'I'??? Aha! 
                              'Ice Man' M Beat that bitch.
                              "What's that?" He asked. Teehee. I chuckled softy. The best game ever.
                              "Its where you name superheros in alphabetical order. It's fun." I said, wiggling my eyebrows. He laughed and walked away. Kay. I've been living with him for a month and I still ain't used to him randomness. He once almost gave an old person a heart attack at Walmart.(( is there a Walmart in London??)) I told him not to hide in the little house thingy mabobs but NOOOO. Did he listen? 
                              Nope. Guess who got hit with a cane. It was funny though.
                              'Johnny 13' E (( I know, bad guy from Danny Phantom but pretend he's a good guy -__-))
                              "Damn it! " I shouted, adding a groan of frustration at the end. Eureoka moment!
                              'Kitten' M ((Johnny 13 good, Kitten good))
                              Eh. Ill think of something later. I grabbed my headphones and put on my My Chemical Romance playlist.
                              I started to sing to 'Teenagers'. I felt eyes watching me and stopped. I looked around. No one. What the hell? I shrugged it off and looked back at my phone. I still felt eyes watching me! 
                              I looked out the window and saw a hooded figure standing there ((they stopped)). Freaky.
                              "Where's the achohol?!" I shouted to the boys. " In the cabinet.!" One of them, I honestly couldn't tell, yelled back. I got off the couch, I was sitting on it, and looked. Ah-ha! Old bourbon. I poured me a glass and took a sip. Ah. Yum.
                              I sat down and checked my phone. Unknown Number: 1 text message. Ok?  
                              WATCH YOUR BACK BITCH.  
                              it read. To say I was freaked was an understatement. How the hell did the person get my number???
                              I frowned before heading towards my bunk. I think I'll sleep the rest of the day. I wrapped the comforter around me like a caccoon. I closed my eyes, but saw the hooded figure again. Urgh.
                              Because of that, I finished the war with Elli (she won), twitter, tumblr, and other stuff. At 1:30 am the next...morning? fatigue took over. I closed my eyes and snuggled up into a ball. Sleep instantly clouded my brain, nightmares about the strange mysterious hooded stalker dude I saw.
                              ~*~*~*~*~
                              :{D Hello my lovely stalkers! I hope you enjoyed this. I was up til 2:24 am writing it. You know, I'm used to be one of those fans that was all like 'Update.Update.Update please!!' but now that I'm writing. I one know how authors( at least I think) feel. Its fucking hard to write chapters. -_-  
                              Oh haha I was on tumblr earlier and I saw a GIF of some chicks BRA thrown at Harry. His face was PRICELESS. Then he picked it up. It was funny.
                              Remember kids! Say NO to drugs, but YES to tacos. Or gummy worms. Or burritos.  
                              :{D  
                              Song for Chapter ( I dont know how to put videos on here so just google it or something) Somebody's watching me- Micheal Jackson xD
                              Loves and Sporks, 
                              xX Katie
                                      
                                          
                                  
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FanfictionMarisa is a girl who is maybe the loudest girl in history. She's crazy, loud, and obnoxious. She loves music, but dislikes the British boy band One Direction. So what happens when her best friend, Elli, signs her up to go on the US tour with them? A...
