Amnesia

Chapter 2

(Calum's POV)

"CALUM!" Everybody yells as I walk through the tour bus door.

"Where the hell were you mate?" Luke asks.

"Oh, I was just talking to a fan... and may have given her my number." The last part I whispered weakly and quickly.

"YOU DID WHAT?! Michael yells. "First of all, you spent all that time doing absolutely nothing-"

"I was not doing NOTHING!" I argue, interrupting him. "I was helping a fan."

"And how is a fan being helped by you giving them your number?! You know that's really dangerous! People can track you down from your phone number!"

"Yeah, and it also could be very annoying. If it leaked, millions of fans could be calling you every day!"

"Yeah I know, but she's not THAT kind of fan!" I protest. "She didn't even ask for a picture!"

"Oh my god!" Michael groans. "Just because she didn't ask for a picture doesn't mean ANYTHING! For all you know, maybe she just doesn't have her phone with her, or doesn't have a phone."

"Oh, please!" I say. "SIX-YEAR OLDS in this generation have I-phones." I point out.

"Management's gonna get pissed!" Ashton says.

"Hey! Look, I'm sorry, ok! I was just trying to help her! She has a hard life, and she cuts... I gave her my number if she ever needed a help, someone to talk to, or just a friend." I trail off.

"Oh, um, sorry." Ashton says.

This must have hit him close to home, knowing his previous history with cutting.

"Hey, guys!" Luke says, breaking the silence. "Speaking if management, we're an hour late, we have to go..."

"Yeah"

"Yeah we should leave soon."

"Yeah, ok"

"Ok"

"Gosh, stop flirting with me" Michael says shyly, in a girly voice.

"HAH! That's probably what he was doing with that girl.." Ashton says, and we all laugh.

Oh, glad that was over. I hate fighting with my best friends."