My Princess Song (One Direction FanFic)

Stars and Charms

‘Wow that was great guys!” Kindell gushed. I still wanted to strangle her.

            ‘Thanks,” Louis said. We were hanging back in the dressing rooms with the guys and some of the band. The concert had ended about an hour ago and may I say; those boys were ripe when they came off of stage. The concert could be summed up an a few short words: screaming, thrusting, and amazing.

            “Josh, that was a really cool bridge you did, how did it go?” I played out the pattern on the drum set that was in the room.

            “Almost,” he said and he stood behind me, guiding my hand with the sick in it to hit the correct pattern.

            “Cool,” I said.

            “You play drums too?” Niall asked. he was shooting daggers at Josh whose hand was still holding mine.

            “Yep, Josh taught me when we were younger; I'm not the best at them.” I admitted.

            “Better then when I last saw you,” Josh commented and I smiled.

            “Thanks,” I let out a big yawn. It was probably close to midnight and I still had to talk to Josh.

            ‘You wanna go?” he asked, releasing my hand.

            “Yeah, sorry guys I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” I waved goodbye and gathered all my stuff. Josh grabbed his bag and “lucky sticks” and held the door for me.

            “Josh, are you leaving too?” Harry said with a slight smirk.

            “Yeah sorry lads, I’ll see you lot tomorrow.” He waved goodbye and I ducked under his arm. “So, too tired or are you up for a little talking?” he asked, wrapping an arm around me shoulders.

            “I can talk for a little bit, but let’s wait until we get back and I get changed.” I pointed out my outfit that although was cute, was not the most comfortable thing in the world.

            ‘Alright, but I have told you I like that shirt,” he said and I rolled my eyes.

            “Yes, you have, many times.”

            “Well I do,” he winked.

            “Yeah, yeah, save it pretty boy.” I smiled.

            “Come on Baby, why you gotta be so harsh?’ he said in a Jersey accent which made me laugh.

            “Oh god, do you remember Connor?” I laughed.

            “Don’t remind me,” he groaned.

            “Hey babe, how you do!?” I yelled in Connor’s Jersey accent. He was one of the only other boys in the drummer contest that was around our age. He had always tried to hit on me but it never worked.

            “Shush, he might hear us!” he covered my mouth with the hand that was draped around my shoulders. I rested my body into him as we waited for a car to come pick us up. The air was cold and my leather jacket wasn’t exactly the warmest thing.

            “Where is that car?” I asked, rubbing my shoulders.

            “Are you cold?” he asked.

            “Not really,” it would’ve sounded more convincing if my teeth weren’t chattering.

            “Here,” he handed me his hoodie.