Forgotten. (A 1D/ Janoskians Story) *EDITING*

Chapter 7- Leave your Blood, Sweat,and Tears Onstage.

*Caitlyn's POV*

The rest of the week flew by, and before I knew it, we were on the plane, then back home, then on tour. I didn't get much hate, since fans have come to the conclusion that I can't help being Liam's sister. Niall and I were in the strange, not quite friends but not quite in a relationship state. I'm not gunna lie, it kind of hurt when one moment he would tell my how much he cared baout me, the next he was with a groupie after a show.

Zayn, Harry,and I went to a tattoo parlour, and I got a new tat of an infinity symbol, and a key with the words "trust" and "honesty" on the opposite arm of my existing tattoo, the word "Fearless." Liam was not amused, especially when I told him those weren't the only ones I had. Zayn and Harry calling me their tat buddy didn't exactly help the situation.

I had a Maple leaf above the Olympic rings, on my right bicep, when I went for hundred metre butterfly when I was 14. I got the tattoo on my 18th birthday, I had the word "fearless" on my right arm, the word "Jerseymau5",for My two mentors, on my left bicep, and the 2 new tats on my left forearm.

Anyways, back to the subject of the tour. So, apparently Zayn and I will either alternate, and have a dj competition every once in a while. He had the standard block that said "1D" on it and glowed blue. My block was the shape of the Rogers Centre, and I could control the LED designs.

*Harry's POV*

We went through the normal setlist,and went back to the dressing rooms. They needed to set up the blocks for the DJ contest. That neither Malik or Little Payne knew about. Zayn was in his normal varsity jacket, and tonight Caitlyn was wearing a little black dress with death trap heels, which Liam wasn't too happy about it. 

She walked out of the lounge room, confident as usual, but oblivious to the competition. I bet Malik would shit his pants onstage when he finds out. "I'm betting 5 bucks on Little Payne." I said, getting my wallet out. "10 on Zayn." Said Niall.

"Niall, we all know you're against her because she's done with your shit." Said Paul. We all stared at him in awe. "Well, look at the time, I need to go do security things." He said, whistling and leaving the room.

By the time setup was done, it was 215 for Caitlyn winning,and 230 for Zayn winning. As Niall left to do his announcing for the little competition, I yelled "She's his mentor, jeep that in mind!"

He turned paler than he already was.

Long live Tat buddy.

*Zayn's POV*

I was ready to show my mad skills I learned. She was a pretty good mentor.

"Introducing DJ Malik, versus DJ Blackfire!"

Hold up, what? As both booths came up from the ground, we heard screams. Caitlyn has the same shocked look on her face. The problem was she had a smirk with those eyes.

Oh, gosh. Oh, well. I have the screaming girls.

But when she put on her headphones and opened her laptop, they screamed louder at the familiar jeweled equiptment.

Screw you, Pauly.

"Newbies first!" She said, in that light teasing voice. The audience laughed. She was winning the girls over already, which sucked for me. "You're just SO kind." I muttered. 

"Oh, no, it's competition etiquette, my dear mentoree." So I scanned through my songs and randomly picked one. Lights, by Ellie Goulding. Not really starting and finishing with a bang. She smirked, and nixed right into the song. She mixed the song "Ice" by Lights in, dominating my song.

Shit.

There was a graph projected onto a screen behind us, with the audience's votes on an app. Apparently they found this out before we did, and I was miserably losing.