Fireworks [ A Josh Franceschi fanfic ]

*How did I get so lucky to end up with someone like you?*

A/N Okay so all the albums/songs are not to date in this but ymas just released night people and I fell in love with the album instantly so I'm using songs from there in this :)

"How're you feeling?" Josh asked me after I spent the majority of the last 2 weeks in my own bunk, ill. "Better, I just don't know what's wrong with me, it's been 2 weeks and I still can't keep anything down, I feel weak. I hate that I'm missing your shows too-" I told him with a frown. He placed his hand on the side of my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb and then pressed his lips to my forehead, and kept them there for longer than expected, but it felt nice. "Don't worry about missing shows, you'll see us on plenty more, all I'm concerned about right now is you getting better." He told me with an unconvincing smile. I could tell he was worried. "How did I get so lucky to end up with someone like you?" I asked with a fragile smile. "Happy anniversary baby," He got into my bunk with me, ignoring my protests about how he could get sick, and he wrapped his arms around my body, burying his face in my neck. I felt butterflies erupt in my stomach and I couldn't help but return the ridiculously cheesy grin he had on his face.

"Hey Josh, sound check is in an hour!" Chris shouted from the front of the bus. We had been laying together for at least 40 minutes and I think Josh even may have fell asleep at some point. I didn't mind of course, just his company was enough to satisfy me. "I'm going to go shower, and I'm going to come watch your show later," I kissed him softly while he was waking up, and headed for the bathroom.

I walked down the bunk area after my shower and no one but Dan was on the bus, and he was sat in the lounge reading. "They got caught up with some fans," he told me after catching on to my feeling of confusion. I made an 'ahh' sound and made my way back to the bathroom. I felt strangely good actually, so I decided to apply a full face of makeup while waiting for the boys to get back. I was dressed in black skinny jeans and a grey pull over sweatshirt which I soo did not steal off of Josh.

When I was done, the boys were still not back, and dan was also now gone- so I decided to go for a walk, making sure not to forget my bus area pass in order to stop a replay of before, it was a different city but same regulations. My head was still a little faint but I had barely been off the bus in two weeks and I needed fresh air.

I strolled around the outskirts of the bus bays and then around by the crowds. As I explored, I spotted you me at six doing sound check on the stage they would be performing on later that night. I watched them with an unconscious grin spread across my face, there were also a few fans watching too, the ones who wanted to be at the front for the show and went especially early to meet the band and have a chat, which is what the guys tried to do before every show.

After around 10 minutes Josh finally spotted me, my brunette hair tied messily in a bun but my makeup still fully in place. I had bought and shoved on a black, XL you me at six hoodie at their merch stool which was outstandingly baggy on me, but super comfy and warm. "Hey beautiful," he spoke through the mic, making me slightly blush as all the fans who were there turned to stare. I gave him a little wave and smiled as he smiled at me.

I made my way over to him, but was stopped on the way by a young male, just a little older than myself with dark, almost black hair and bright blue eyes. "Woah are you okay? you don't look so great," he said with a smile that worried me. I told him I was fine and tried to walk away but his hand grabbed my arm with force and pulled me back. "Are you sure? You should come back to my tent and I can sort you out," he winked and did the same smile as before, tightening his grip on me. "No," I managed to say, I was scared. "You don't mean that- come on." He tried to pull me with him when Josh appeared with anger spread across his facial expressions. Josh removed the grip on me effortlessly but didn't let go of his arm. He tightened his grip and it was obvious the guy was in agony.  "Josh," I said, getting a little worried, but he didn't take any notice. "Josh!" I repeated, his eyes flicked to me for a second but he was back to ignoring me. I placed my hands gently either side of his face and turned him to face me, "it's okay, I'm okay." I told him convincingly and he let go of the brunette and pressed his lips to mine harshly. "Next time I won't stop at just that-" he told me before walking away again as if he was angry at me.