Friend, Please

1.8

Alissa's POV:

Walking off stage I rush towards the dressing rooms. Turning the corner I see the door. Tumbling inside I go towards the table with water bottles atop it. Quickly opening the bottle, I chug the water down my dry throat. Taking a seat I pull out my phone and scroll through twitter. I look at some of the fans responses and what has been going on in there lives.

"Hey," Calum's voices cuts through the room, a half hour or so later. "You alright?" He asks making his way towards me.

"I guess so," I shrug as he sits next to me.

"Ali, we both know that's bullshit. Seriously, Michael didn't mean to freak you-"

"It's not that, I have anxiety in small spaces and crowds, and, well with everything." I explain fiddling with the bottle some more. "Michael, I guess remembered that. He always would, do, uh, that, when I was freaking out."

"Oh," Calum responds slightly surprised. "I didn't think you still did" He says truthfully.

"Well it's not as severe as it used to be. But, I still struggle with it." I say softly.

"I know how that is. I still am struggling with mine; I get really anxious when we are at the airports. Don't get me wrong I love the fans, but some of them are really overwhelming." Calum confesses. I put my hand atop his and look up to his already staring eyes.

"Thank you." I say squeezing his hand tightly.

"Anytime Al." He smiles. We sit for a moment looking at eachother until he breaks the silence. "Oh just bring it in." He pulls me into his arms and I cuddle into his chest.

"Thanks Calum." I say into him. He strokes my hair down. Smiling in bliss we sit together just enjoy one another's company.

"Hey Calum, Oh hey Ali." Luke says walking into the the dressing room. Following him, Ashton makes his way to the table of food. "What you guys doing?"

"Well what's it look like?" I say shifting my body to face the blonde boys. Calums arm stayed around my shoulder as I leaned against his chest.

"You guys didn't make out, did you?" Ashton's eyes grow wide. He freezes with his plate of food trembling in his hand. Calum and I burst out laughing.

"O- Bahaha- Oh god no" I laugh hysterically. Calum throws his head back laughing.

"What happened? Are you guys- Oh, it sounded like someone was hurt." Michael rushes into the room.

"No, we're all good." Luke says patting Michaels back. "Just these two are all lovey dovey," Luke tips his head towards Calum and I.

"Please, Calum couldn't handle this." I say rolling my body. Calum scoffs as Ashton and Luke laugh. However Michael stands still looking down at the ground inspecting the carpet.

"Pssh more like you can't handle this." Calum says copying me with his body rolling.

"Okay, okay, let's just agree that you two can't handle each other." Ash says plopping down beside me. I quickly steal a baby carrot off his plate. "Oi," He swats at my hand. "Get your own." I shrug biting into the carrot with ease.

Taking my phone out I check twitter. Looking through the messages seeing Dani posted the picture of Aubrey, Michael, and me. The comment read, "Thanks to two special people that mean a lot to me I was able to find my sister thank you alissamay and michael5sos." I quickly retweet her post and save the photo. Scrolling through her other photos I see the ones of Aubrey and I, Dani and I, Michael and Aubrey, Dani and Michael. I quickly retweet all of them and save them to my phone. Looking at the ones of Michael I feel some type of guilt of needing to show him the photos. Huffing out a sigh I turn towards where he is now seated in one of the loveseats.

"Hey, uh, Mik- Michael, did you see the pictures that Dani put on twitter?" I ask he looks up at me in awe. Shaking his head he speaks up.

"No I didn't." He says quickly looking down at his plate. Standing up I make my way over to where he is seated. I lean onto one of the oversized armrest.

"Here." I say handing him my phone. He nervously takes it and looks at the photos. His eyes light up when he sees the photo of him and Aubrey. I smile as I look down at the photos.

"Can you uhm send them to me?" He asks after he scrolls through all of them. He hands my phone over to me.

"Sure." I say opening up my messages. Going through the contacts finding his number I attach all of the photos and send them. "There you go." I conclude.

"Thanks." He murmurs as he pulls his phone out of the pocket of his black skinny jeans. After a moment or so I realize I am still sitting near him. Hesitantly I stand up and make my way back to Calum who is now talking to Luke.

"No way man. You totally don't got a chance."

"But Calum, think about it, Ashton Kutcher is old and I'm not Mila needs something new something young, something like me." Luke debates.

"Dude she's married and has a kid there is no way she'll give that all up for you." Calum laughs. I sit down in between both of them.

"Is he still going on about Mila Kunis?" I ask huffing.

"You know damn well he is." Ashton says from his chair closest to Michael.

"I don't understand why you guys don't think she wouldn't want me." Luke pouts.

"Oh don't worry Lukey boo." I say pinching his cheeks. "You'll find a pretty lady one day." He smirks.

"Maybe I already did." He wiggles his eyebrows. Calum and Ashton burst into laughter. I feel a blush creep up my cheeks.

"Shut up Luke." I grown pinching his cheek even harder.

"Hey," He whines. "Owie."

"Ugh fine." I groan. "When do I go on?" I say looking at my phone. The time reading as 5:30 p.m.

"Well we open at six, and you go on at seven." Ashton responds.

"Well I better touch up on this bomb ass makeup." I stand up walking towards the mirror sitting area. I pull out some makeup from the drawers. Here we go.