Ghost of You || L.H.

4.

"My girlfriend's bitchin' cause I always sleep in! She's always screamin' when she's calling a friend..."

Screams and voices surround me as I take my ear piece out and look around. It always amazes me at how many people show up to our shows. No matter how many tours we do they always show up, they always want more. It's the best feeling in the world.

I look over the faces directly in front of me and shift my gaze to my best friends, a smile creeping onto my face as I momentarily get lost in the music.

"She's kinda hot, though..." My voice draws the words out as my lips curl into a grin and the heel of my foot lifts before falling back down in synch with Ashton's drums. "Yeaaah, she's kinda hot, though!"

"Just an itty bitty little bit hot!" Ashton says, leaning forward into his mic as he smiles over at me and that's all I need to know it's going to be an okay night.

The first few songs continue just like that, the four of us exchanging looks as the beat vibrates around us. No matter how many shows we perform, each one feels like the first. I still get a tight feeling in my stomach when I look around, I still smile widely when I hear the dedicated fans around us. Nothing will ever feel like this and it only gets better with each show.

I couldn't imagine doing this with anyone other than this lot, they really are my best friends.

"You say that I'm too complicated." My knee bends a little and both of my hands wrap around the mic on the stand as my head tilts back. "Hung up and mis-educated! I say nine to five is over rated and–"

"We all. Fall. Down," we all sing in unison and the crowd screams louder.

By the time we finish the second verse someone has blown up a beach ball and it bounces around the pit in front of the stage. I can't help but laugh and shake my head as we start in on the chorus.

"Frustration! Desperation! You say I need some kind of medication!" My eyes close as I let the music flow through me, tipping the mic stand forward a little bit as I sing my heart out. "Situation, no motivation! Destination–"

"Permanent vacation!"

We get through about ten songs before I need a water break. As much as I want to power through, I'm still pretty dehydrated and I know Mike won't let me sing another song without downing at least one water bottle.

"Are you all having a good time?!" Ashton's voice booms through the arena soon followed by probably the loudest screams I've ever heard. He bullshits for a few more minutes and Calum flings water at Michael from across the stage, the four of us bursting into laughter.

I open another water bottle and use it to fling water in Calum's direction and soon it's two on two. Me and Mike versus Cal and Ash.

Laughter and screams engulf us and by the time we're all soaked I turn and start flinging water on the girls in front of the stage. Soon, it's an all out water war and I think just about every person in the stadium is laughing their asses off.

"Okay, okay!" Calum says into his mic. "I think it's time to get changed," he laughs, shaking his head as Michael walks over to wrap his arms around him. Almost as soon as his arms hang on Cal's shoulder one of their feet slip and they both tumble to the ground, earning even more laughter from the crowd.

"We'll be right back!" I say into my mic, waving as the four of us make our way off the stage and back into the dressing room.

I quickly pull on a pair of black leather pants that don't have any holes in them and a loose white button down. My chucks are soaked, as are my socks, so I exchange one pair of black socks for another and slip into my black pointy boots. I pull the lip ring between my teeth as the memory starts to creep in and for the first time in the last thirty hours, I welcome it with open arms.