This, is Touri Cowell.

Chapter 1-

“Fucking bitch,”

One more thing, she's part American.

The pounding has rattling on my door for more than a few minutes now and I was about to take this cutesy blond manager by the hair and throw her into the pool. I threw the door open, not even caring a tiny bit that I was only in he black lace bra and underwear.

“What do you want Lindsey.”

“What do you mean?! I need you to get dressed, we have a performance on the Ellen show in about an hour and it takes us about 30 minutes to get to the studio.”

She pushed past me and clattered to my bag, she yanked out a pair of skinny jeans a white tank top and a black and gray Letterman's jacket. She shoved me my clothes and then glanced down at her Blackberry.

“Where's Zayn?” I asked, I went to bed with him in the bed next to mine.

“He's eating breakfast, if you were awake when I came to get you the first time you could have had some.”

I scoffed and yanked on the jeans and the tank top and hurried to the bathroom to fix myself up, I really didn't bother with make up, it took to much time and I had people to do that for me. I brushed my long, dark auburn-ish hair out, gave it a small shake for my bangs and flipped over my shoulder. I huffed out the door past Lindsey the newest babysitter. I was the meanest out of the band, probably because I speak my mind, so I've called Ms. Lindsey a few choice names that you probably don't want me to repeat. I gust into the room and gave a small smirk as the boys saw me and started rushing –Not towards me, but to the box of donuts, you see, I eat a lot, almost as much as Mr. Niall-- to gather the food before I reached it, they were short. I picked up 2 large,pink donuts one in each hand and took a bite of one. I swallowed it smirked at the boys who were sitting on the couch pouting,

“Good morning boys!”

I gave them each a kiss on the cheek and handed Niall the donut in my other hand, I wasn't really hungry. I flashed a brilliant smile at the clock that hung on the wall, 9:02 hah! The bitch was going to be late. The boys looked at me beholding the clock and Louis asked,

“What are you doing Touri?”

“She's la--” Just then a grinning sunshine-pep-in-her-step intern burst in.

Fuck, I gave a huff and headed out the door and too the parking lot where a couple hundred fans cheered for me. I my white heels clicked towards the glorious fans to scribble on some photos and snap a picture with a few. I slid my self into the passenger seat where Lindsey was waiting in the seat next to mine. The rest of the boys slid in as the manager tried to greet me,

“Nice to see you up Ms. Cowell, Do we--”

“Don't say anything stupid Lindsey dear.” I shook my head and shoved my headphones in my ear and turned up my favorite Chris Brown song, Wet The bed. Half way between the song I turned to the back,

“Liam! What song are we singing?!”

“Another World.” He said, I could just hear the regret in his voice.

I flashed a victorious grin, I loved that song, especially my part.

It's not me it's not you, there's a reason,

I'm just tryna read the signals I'm receiving,

It's like a stone on fire can you feel it?

I don't know about you boy, but I believe it.

I loved it, I actually wrote it myself, It's about Make-up Sex, lets clarify that.