A/N Yeah, I know the last chap kinda sucked. It was mainly just a filler. Hopefully this one will be loads better. :)
PS I don't use a editor, so sorry for any mistakes. I type these chap's on the notes on my iPhone :)
I stare at the line that's pouring in. 1,000. 1,000 girls who are about to meet these glorious people for a few seconds, while I get to keep them for who knows how long. Yes, it's unfair. But there is absolutely nothing I could do about it.
The line starts to move, the boys chatting and such with the fans. Niall's laughter, Louis's devilish grin, Liam's smirk, Zayn's smolder. All thing's I've dreamed about seeing in person. And then there's Harry.....
I lock gaze with his blue green eyes, getting lost in his stare. He grins playfully at me, his hand stoking my arm. "It'll be ok." His lips brush past my ear. How did I get so lucky?
Next up are 3 girls, two brunettes and a blonde, clutching magazines to their chest with tears in their eyes. Oh Lord, here we go.
Me and Harry are at the end of the table, so it's a few seconds before the reach us. "Hello, how are you doing today?" "G-good." The blonde one blubbers. "Would you like me to sign that for you?" "Yes, please." He takes out his sharpie, signing a swift signature on all the girls magazines. "Wait, are you the girl from the newspaper?" The brunette asks, flashing me a toothy grin. " Erm, Yeah. Yeah I am." "Can we have your autograph?!" They all three scream. Me? But I'm no one special. Harry was right, a day with him is never a bore. "I guess....." Harry tosses me the sharpie. I squiggle on a quick signature and hand the girls back their magazines. I give them a quick smile before they have to leave, and I turn back to the line ahead.
2 hours and 997 signatures later:
"Hey you guys......vAAAAsss happeninggggg???" Olivia slurred tone only indicates one thing- she's drunk. "Olivia! What did I say about drinking wine! You're underage!!!" "Not in England." Crap, she's 18. She's also still a US citizen. "Give me that bottle!" I shout. "Nooooo, you give ME the bottle...." Joy, the mimicking drunk. She smiles at me, as the boys enter the car. She lays against Liam's shoulder as he strokes her hair.
"Guys, a little help?" I look around the limo, hoping one of the guys will simply snatch it out of her hand. "Olivia, pass the bottle to me? I'm quite thirsty." She hands Louis the bottle, her hands shaking like she might pass out at any second. "Louis!" "What?" "YOU'RE NOT HELPING!!!"
"Louis, don't drink to much. We have a lot to do tomorrow." Liam stares right at him.
"Yes Daddy." Lou lifts up the bottle, slurping down the horrid liquid.
He takes another swig, completely ignoring me. I look at Harry for support. He shakes his curls, reaching for another bottle of wine. "Harry. I will not kiss you if you drink that." "Oh I highly doubt that. I'm irresistible." "I'm not lying."
"I'M HARRY STYLES AND I'M IRR-E-SISTIBLE!!!!!" He screams, opening the bottle. The cork hits Liam in the eye and the clear bubbly liquid pours out onto the floor. "Oi! Watch it!" I fold my arms, scrunching my brows together.
"What?.....Love?" "I will talk to you later Harold." The group goes silent as I cross the limo, moving as far away from the drinkers as possible. Nina scoots over, equally frustrated with the lot of them. I know I'm probably over reacting, but ever since I was younger I've hated drunk people. (Even had to leave my uncle's wedding because of it.) They always get on my nerves, no matter what they do. And seeing it be my friends and boyfriend weren't helping.
This was going to be a long ride to the airport.
A/N Sorry I'm jumping around a lot, im waiting for the interesting part to come. It's gonna be pretty drawn out :)
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