Friend, Please

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Alissa's POV

Running into the Arena I bump straight into someone's back side. "Erhm sorry." I mutter quietly.

"Your fine love." a familiar Irish accent speaks.

"Wait hold up are you,"  The stranger turns around facing me.

"Niall," The Irish stud smiles holding his hand for out for me to what I presume shake. "Niall Horan." I take his hand, however he leans down and presses a sly kiss to my middle and ring knuckles.

"I know who you are." I blush looking back up at the boy that is no more than a few centimeters taller than me.

"Same to you Ms.May" My eyes widen. Niall fucking Horan knows my name.

"Aw Ali cat did you meet a lovely friend Nialler." Calum suddenly knocks me back into reality.  Wrapping his arm around my neck. I blush looking Niall in the eye.

"Well we best get to our seats, yeah." Niall says looking down at his watch.

"After you, Al." Calum shoves me. 

"Well it was nice to meet you." Niall laughs as I stumble.

"You too." I gulp.

"Boys behave." Niall stares up at the three other boys.

"Okay mom." Luke speaks up. With that Niall strolls off to find his seat. "Our seats are row four, left side stage, seats seven, eight, nine, ten, and eleven."

"We're sitting together?"  I ask cocking my brow. The blonde nods.  "Well okay let's go."

Once we approach the seats Ashton is already there waiting. "Took you long enough." he laughs.

"Well little Alli Walli ran into Niall." Calum sing songs. I shake my head taking my seat where my name is neatly printed on a white slip of paper. I grab my bag and quickly ask Luke where the bathroom is.

"Down to the left." Michael whispers. I quickly nod rushing to the bathroom.

Once in the stall I shed my two piece and boots. Throwing a band tee on then my onesie. Shoving the rest of the outfit into my bag. I toss on some vans and make my way back to our seats.

"Well what you staring at." I ask quizzically.

"How great you look in Michael's tee shirt." Luke laughs. I feel the color drain from my face.

"What?" Michael turns at the sound of his name.

"Your shirt on Ali cat." Calum points down at the black Sum 41 tee.

"Holy shit." Michael studies the shirt draped over my body. "That is my shirt."

"Well then." I cough. "I can take it off, and give it back." I say turning to return to the bathroom to change. Before I can take a single step before I hear the pounding sound of music. 

"Just sit down we can deal with it later." Ashton pulls me into my seat quickly.

"Welcome to the stage Selena Gomez." An announcer's voice bellows.

"Ugh she's so hot." Calum and I say in sync. I blush looking over to see the kiwi boy giggling.

"She is." Calum whispers bending over Michael, who of course, is seated besides me.

"Well duh she has the face of a goddess." I gush.

"Guys, can you please get out of my lap so I can see the, 'Goddess' perform without you two in the way." Michael shoves Calums face out of the way but doesn't touch me. Calum pouts but faces the stage. I follow in suit.

The show continued with 'big surprises' Ariana kissed Selena, Kanye and Kim announced her love for her husband by making out. Finally it was the boys turn to announce the winner of best new female artist. I was nominated but figured I wouldn't be winning. Walking to the front of the mic Ashton began to read the screen.

"This year there were several new artists to come onto the scene."

"One of the nominees is our friend Ali." Luke continued.

"Let's take a look at the rest of the nominees." Calum followed. Slowly the names dragged out.  Finally the speaker stopped. Queuing Michael to speak.

"And the winner is.." The boy ripped open the envelope and smiled.

"ALLISSA MAY." The boys screamed. I stood up shocked. Stunned I ran up to the podium.

"Holy fuck." I screamed jumping into Luke's arms. "I won like actually?" The rest of them surrounded us hugging me.

"Yeah now give a damn good speech." He smiled resting me onto the ground.

"Okay." I smiled at them taking the moonman. Turning I went to the mic.

"Okay uh, I can't swear on live TV but Holy flip flops. I honestly can't frick fracking believe this, Uh thanks to all the fans and uh management and all that jazz but ugh like Oh shit, I mean ship, I said ship. Thanks to all my exes for giving me the experiences to write about. And thanks to that guy who helped me tune my uke. God I don't know what to say. Ship I got like twelve seconds left. Thank you to the catering staff on tour and to five seconds of summer for taking me on tour. AND THANK YOU, J-Kwon for writing Tipsy that shits a fucking bop. Oh oops Okay uh bye." I blush and jump onto Calum's back. "Onward my noble steed." I point to the exit.

Once we are backstage Calum sets me down. "I don't think I've ever heard someone thank J-Kwon for tipsy." Calum howls.

"Literally I couldn't even think straight." I smile.

"Well you did it." Luke smiles.

"I did." I confirm mostly to myself than anyone else.

"Ali Calum." A stage man comes up to us. "Can you do an impromptu duet?"

"Why them?" Michael asks before I even processes the crew members.

"You two are the biggest ship." The crew member laughs pointing to Michael and I. "Gotta give them something to keep at bay."

"We don't have anything prepared?" Calum asks confused.

"Well duh you'll lip sync?"

"You must have never met me before," I stand in front of the boys facing the stage hand. "I'm Alissa and I will not fucking lip sync ever unless I am on RuPaul's drag race. Do you understand?" I growl.

"Crystal doll face I'll get Camila and Shawn to sing." He huffs shoving past us. "Bitch." With that I smile.

"Sorry Cal I really would want to do a duet but like not now." I turn facing the black haired boy.

"No I get it," He fake pouts, "You totally hate me."

"Exactly." I smirk.

"Did you guys just ignore the fact Michael and you are quote the biggest ship?" Ashton laughs.

"Yes." Michael and I say in unison. Great.