Somewhere New ~5SOS Fanfic~ (IN EDITING)

♪Chapter Twenty Five♪

I was kinda mad at myself for not realizing that 5SOS is pop?? My ears eueueu Plus remember when I said someone stole my iPod? Apparently, she stole this other girl's phone like that's not cool. Anyway, I posted this short chapter because I was supposed to do it last week, but I got super sick *and still am* and this isn't done, but I wanted to post anyway. Enjoy pls

"We're taking this easy. 'Cause darling that's what dreams are made of, this story is probably made up. So why don't you go back to sleep?" 12 Through 15, Mayday Parade

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Same sun. Same moon. Same sky. The only things that were different were the people, accents, food... and of course, many other things, but lets not talk about that. We're all pretty much the same, anyway. We all genuinely looked like crap after all of those hours of sitting on a plane. It would be perfect if we got to, I don't know, sit down and have a decent meal. Calum seemed to think so too, because he was basically done once we got inside the hotel. I actually forgot the whole purpose of us going to England in the first place, and was completely confused when crowds of girls followed us, screaming at the top of their lungs, despite it being 3 a.m.

I don't remember how many times I said, "We'll be out tomorrow to talk and take pictures and sign stuff." Times like those made me wish that we had some type of security to shield us. We'd probably get some soon, but for that time, I didn't mind it too much. We didn't want to push the people out of our way, so we just tried to carefully walk through, which was actually harder than it seems.

"I'm so sick of sprite and pretzels." Calum yawned, throwing his luggage inside of the elevator. He stepped in after it, holding the door open for the rest of us. "When can we get something to eat?"

"We can order room service." Harper replied, pushing Olivia into the elevator with us. We were at the beautiful Crown Plaza, waiting for somebody to greet us, probably One Direction. They were probably away in wherever they were staying for the concert on Friday night, and we'd probably see them in the morning. Luke Calum with a yawn, and waved to his dad, who was in another elevator with the rest of our parents.

"Can somebody please remind me why we came here like three days early?" Callie questioned as I struggled to hold her back from sleep. We had already talked about our rooming arrangement - Michael and I, Calum and Luke, Callie, Harper, and Olivia, and however our "chaperones" decided to go. 

"Do you want to go touring around London," she paused for a moment, "or not?" Olivia asked her back, and leaned on her suitcase. "I don't know about you, but Harper and I are getting a shit load of stuff to write about."

"No fooling." Harper squealed, checking her phone, which was surprisingly fully charged. We arrived at the 24th floor with a loud ding, and the elevator doors slowly separated. The red carpeted hallway lead us down to our rooms, which were only a few doors apart. After we had said goodnight, we all departed in our separate ways for the night, not being able to stay up another minute.

Michael flipped on the lights, throwing his suitcase onto the carpeted floor. "Ash, look at this room."

A flat screen tv was hanging on the wall in front of two twin sized beds, which were definitely worth the money. There was a tiny mini fridge in the corner filled with drinks and such by the wall to floor windows and lamp, shut tightly. There were two bathrooms, each one private, and stocked fully. We'd see hotel after hotel by the time this tour would be over and done with. Just hope we can all get through it.

"Well, it's 3:47," Michael picked up the small black remote, and flipped on the tv, "so I'm going to watch family guy."  He kicked off his shoes, and jumped up on his bed, claiming it as his. 

"...We're gonna be out all day tomorrow. " I interrupted. "Maybe you should, I dunno, go to sleep?"

He scoffed. "You don't need sleep when you have Monster and coffee."

"Keep on with all of that, and your growing will be delayed."

"Yeah. Like I'm worried about that."

I shrugged, and turned my back to him, heading into the bathroom. I stripped myself of my jacket and shoes, and even my bracelets. I searched aimlessly in my bag for my toothbrush, finding it stowed away in a little plastic bag. My mom had said that she put my prescription in a suitcase, and that I shouldn't go overboard. Well, duh, don't go overboard. I took as many as it said I should, all while running the bathroom faucet as if I was brushing my teeth. After I tucked the small bottle away, I actually did brush my teeth, and washed the tiredness from my face.

Tugging on my jeans to pull my legs from them, I found that my clothes were getting loose. Maybe I washed them wrong, or something? I was definitely not losing weight. And if I was, what was I doing to lose it?

I flipped off the light, and walked back into the bathroom, only to find Michael enjoying a rather inappropriate episode of family guy. The remote was laying on the coffee table right in front of the tv, so I grabbed it in one quick motion, and flipped the tv off. "Sleep. Please."

He rolled his eyes, and swung his legs off of his bed. "Whatever." Michael began changing himself into whatever he had packed for pajamas, then tucked himself deeply into sleep. I remember when we discussed rooming, I had asked him if he snored or not. The answer was no, of course - how would you know if you snore if you're asleep while it happens? I let thoughts cloud my brain, too energized surprisingly to do anything else but think. Callie was probably sleeping by that time, sharing a room with Harper and Olivia. Tomorrow morning we'd all still have jet lag, but hopefully not as bad as now. I still have no idea how Michael was able to fall asleep so easily.

My dream consisted of nothing but worry over the events of our soon to be concert, which was sure to be a bust if I didn't stop thinking like that. Since  I moved, I have barely thought positive. I want to think positive, but right when I do, all this crap around me starts to fall apart. Might as well think negative so I can be surprised.

I woke up first, so I sneaked snacks out of the mini fridge. Nothing that important - just some candy and sodas. Best breakfast, right? "Michael, wake up." I nudged his face, which was buried beneath his pillows. He didn't move a muscle, and for a second I thought that he was dead. But when I attempted to remove the pillow from him, his tight grip wouldn't have it.

"Urrrg." He moaned, holding the pillow in a death grip. "What is today?"

I pulled back the velvet blinds, letting in what little light London had at nine A.M. "Today's the day we go touring." He didn't move when I tore the blankets off of him, so I said, "So get up, and we'll meet the others."