Change (Harry Styles)

Business meetings aren't always a good thing. (chapter27)

Chapter 27 - Business meetings aren't always a good thing.

“Cassie.. C’mon get up!” A familiar voice wakes me up from my long and well needed sleep. I haven’t been able to sleep well for the past week since I have been up all night (see what I did thur(; ) writing songs for my performances and what not.

“What time is it?” I asks my own personal alarm that just so happens to be better and curlier than everybody else’s normal black device with buttons placed in it so the owner can switch off the annoying sound ringing them awake. Which is a downfall upon having Harry as an alarm; he doesn’t shut up when you want him to.

“Five. You fell asleep on us earlier.” He chuckles.

“Let me sleep” I moan, rolling over so I no longer face him but rather the plain black wall.

“Nope” He says, popping the ‘p and wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling my out of the bed that I have to sleep in – along with Harry since there wasn’t enough beds – it may not be the most comfiest bed about, but it is better than nothing. I learnt to deal with and make the most of what I got during my childhood. What with Madison being the best and favourite child, I had to make do with what little things I got while I watched her being showered in gifts and attention.

“Paul wants us all for a meeting” He finishes, setting my sleepy body on the floor. And since I have yet to fully wake up and understand what is going on, my legs are still weak and jelly-like, therefore meaning that once my feet came in contact with the carpeted ground, my legs collapsed, resulting with me lying in a heap on the floor.

Harry rolled his eyes and lifted me up, failing at trying to hold in his laughter. I follow him out to the main area of the bus to see the rest of the boys, along with Paul, Emily (A.N – I don’t know if I ever mentioned the boys manager in this story before, and if I did I cannot remember what I called her, so I’m just gonna call her Emily from now on) and All Time Low. I’m sorry, I’m never going to get over the fact that I, Cassie White, that little nobody from London, am now on tour with my idols. It’s a rather strange thought to think that I watched them performing live over and over and now, I will, myself, shall be performing either before them or after them (either way, it doesn’t matter) what matters is that I’m going to be on stage, doing what I love with the people who inspired me most to do it. It seems so surreal, and I only have Liam to thank for that –since he was the person who recorded me singing in the first place.

“Why are you guys on this bus? Aren’t we still driving?” I ask, pointing my fingers at the four most perfect – apart from Harry of course – guys on the world, who all looked as if they were about to crack up with laughter at my confused expression.

“We stopped and they moved onto this bus for a while” Paul explains, rolling his eyes at the smirks on Alex and Jack’s faces. I guess it was a bad idea to come out in pyjama shorts and a white singlet? Ah well. Too late now I guess.

“Take a seat babe” Alex winks at me, and in response Harry lets out a cough that is obviously for trying to get my attentions, but noneoftheless, I roll my eyes at Alex and go and take a seat beside Harry, who immediately wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer into his body, and, further away from Alex. Clearly not liking the fact that I am completely in love with the four gorgeous guys sitting on the sofa opposite us. Right now, it looks as if there is a fight going on between All Time Low and One Direction, as me and One Direction are seated on one sofa, and the sofa on the opposite wall in consumed by All Time Low themselves, with Paul and Emily sitting on separate seats in the middle of the two groups.

“So” Paul starts, snapping Harry from his glares at Alex and he starts to slowly being his eyes to meet Pauls. Paul nods and continues, satisfied that he has actually got Harry to listen to him, and so easily as well that all he had to do was say one word. One simple word. Yet in any other situation, one simple word, maybe not the word ‘so’ itself, could break a situation. Take me and Harry for example. He tried and tried to talk to me, but I said one simple word; no. I said no to agreeing to fix things, but then, finally, I said ‘yes’. So in both ways there, one simple word changed what way the situation was heading, and it ended positively, but in others, it ends negatively.

“As you may realise” Paul continues his speech. “We have no shows tonight. We are travelling until Half 12 tomorrow, and at half 1 yous will all be going into the arena to go through the whole show together. Sound okay?” Paul asks, receiving nods off everyone, including a curt on off myself. “Good. Another thing. Cassie and Alex have to date.”

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Omg okay  so I have actually done nothing but write today. Seriously though, I am about five-six chapters ahead now. YAAAY.

Okay bye.

-Sophie.