This, is Touri Cowell.

My Bitch

I closed my eyes and clutched my stomach. I refused to open my eyes so I had the boys report to me.

“What does a plus sign mean?” He said loudly.

My eyes fluttered open, Fuck surprises, was he serious? I pushed past him and threw myself into the counter and stared down at the test that read negative. I took a sigh of relief and punched Niall in the arm,

“You fucker! Don't do that ever again! I almost had a heart attack!”

I laughed and gave each of them a celebratory hug. I went out to the kitchen and finished my food and typed excited messages to Erika and Ashley. I swallowed the food I had in my mouth and looked at Harry,

“Harry! Do we have rehearsal tomorrow?”

He shook his brown curls around his head, “No, we have a video shoot.”

I groaned, I hated video shoots, Lindsey was always the biggest cunt during shoots. I couldn't stand her, but the guys thought she was hot, that's the only reason she's still here. I opened up a drawer in my kitchen and pulled out a fag. I stuffed it in my mouth and inhaled and looked around at the boys. We were talking aimlessly about the X-factor USA. I never really watched it for the UK I've always loved watching the crazy Americans run around in outrageous costumes. My mind wandered to Ireland and the grassy plains and finally the ocean. I closed my eyes and imagined the breeze and the soft grass in my toes. My eyes shot open as I linked the subjects together. X-Factor and Ireland. I gasped a little making the boys jump and stare at me,

“When I get back from the US, we should go to Ireland!” I suggested.

Niall grew with excitement and a smile grew on his face and the other boys comtemplated the thought for a few second and then nodded.

“Great I'll call my bitch to schedule the flights! Right after I talk to Liam, Ashley and Erika.”

Zayn looked up from his phone, “Your bitch?”

“Yeah! Lindsey!” I scoffed.

They all burst into laughter, it was true. I was the only one of the 6 of us that bothered her about so many things. One day before a show I made her get me 6 bags of marshmallows, 2 pints of ice cream, chocolate syrup, laundry detergent, and exactly 9 and a half packs of gum. Simply because I wanted to. I loved giving her shit, another time I made her dress up as a lion to entertain baby Lux, or stylist's baby. I took a swig of the Mountain Dew and took a sideways smirk at Zayn who was watching me puff away at my cigarette. I ashed it out on my crystal Ash-tray and picked up a gallon of ice cream and 5 spoons and carried it over to the living room, looking at the boys to see if they'd follow,

“Shall we?” I said as I inserted The Notebook in the DVD player.