seven eleven ∞ m.c.

fourty two

"what do you mean opening act?" michael holds his chest, since louis gave them a sudden startle.

"holy shit, you were telling the truth." calum speaks, face all in the camera. "i wish i can jump to vegas right now."

"we really needed an opening act for where we are. since we're half through the tour and the openings have been boring, we need new people." liam explains.

"we have three shows in cali. there's one tomorrow, there's one in san diego the day after, then two days after that is down in los angeles." niall chimes in.

"you guys could fly down today and arrive later in the morning tomorrow when we have rehearsal." zayn says, looking at ashton.

"we don't have vegas money." luke exclaims, calling alexia to tell her the great news.

"we'll pay for everything! start packing, tell your parents, so everything you have to before we have someone come get you guys." louis smiles, picking up his phone. the FaceTime call ends, michael sitting up.

"how many people are going to be at the first show?"

"more than a couple thousand."

"holy shit." lauren laughs at michael's reaction. she kisses his cheek.

"i'll be there to embarrass the shit out of you."

"that doesn't make it any better, laur." he whines. "can you call calum and tell him to bring my guitar?"

harry turns around, "you guys don't need your guitars and stuff. we ha-"

"we're not considered a boy band for the reason we're punk rock and none of us can dance." michael laughs. "you'll see when we rehearse."

••••

up bright and early, lauren and michael shower together without having a horny michael. lauren puts on a white tank top, michael's blue flannel she stole, rolls up the sleeves, adding skinny jeans, and vans. michael was dressed almost alike, except for his shirt was black, flannel is red.

"let's go, emo's." niall pokes his head in the door, lauren laughing. michael squints his eyes thinking that lauren only laughed because niall is niall horan.

"im watching you." michael squints at lauren. he locks the door, and catches up with them.

it took a while for everyone to get out of the door from the fans, people grabbing michael at times on accident. the limo ride there was eventful, michael and louis screaming words to a taylor swift song to wake the guys up.

when they arrived, they saw three boys staring up at the stadium. michael shushes them, telling louis to cover the blonde ones mouth, and drag him.

so louis went for luke, michael went for calum, lauren went for ashton. on three they did it at the same time, the boys freaking out.

laughing hard, lauren gave up, watching ashton grab his chest. "i had a fucking heart attack, lauren!" he yells on the ground.

"i was so ready to hit you! you're so lucky you're louis tomlinson." luke breathes, holding his forehead.

just to find calum laying on michael on the concrete just proves how strong their friendship is. "will you get off me!?" michael yells.

"not 'till you say you missed me."

"i didn't."

everyone left them to argue. lauren was talking with niall about their accents, and trying to ace each other's accent. "say thirty seven."

"no, i hate everyone of you." niall walks off in a sassy manner, knowing people make fun of the way he says it.

calum and michael finally arrive, lauren running to the stadium seats to watch the boys rehearse.

••••

the new song that was written is called she looks so perfect, written my michael clifford.

everyone knew what that meant.

so as they were rehearsing, michael and calum messing around with luke, ashton laughing with luke almost fell due to them two. "this is a perfect disaster. amusing, four hot boys on stage, and talent." a woman speaks.

"im the manager for the four boys. the producer in australia bailed because you guys kept postponing the meeting date." she spoke, clapping her hands together.

"keep performing you hooligans, while i go talk to one direction's manager."

a/n

yas it's all about business in this chapter but more mauren in the next, promise!