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Eight - Nobody Compares

When I woke up, the bus was still dark. I pulled my sleep-mask off of my head and pulled my curtain back to see Liam pulling on a wife-beater a few feet away. "Morning, sunshine." He whispered. He and Harry were tall enough that they could see into my bunk standing on the floor, Niall and Louis were just an inch or two short of it.

"Morning," I mumbled back, swinging my legs over the side of the bunk and jumping down. I stretched and felt my shirt lift up a bit, showing some bare skin on my waist. I didn't care though, they had all seen more last night. I changed in the bathroom, brushing my teeth and fixing my hair and putting on minimal makeup for the first time in a week. I had to go out in public today, and I wanted to look half-decent in the pictures.

A knock sounded on the door. "Hurry up, I have to take a piss!" Harry's sleepy voice whined. It was even deeper in the morning, and I'd be lying if I didn't blush, remembering all the half-naked men within ten feet of me. I quickly finished up and brushed past a half-asleep, nearly naked Harry Styles to leave the bus.

"Aw, aren't you adorable in the mornings." I teased him as I walked past, reaching up to mess with his disorderly curls. I could barely reach the top of his head with how much taller he was than me, but he was slouching due to being tired.

"Shut up." He whined though I could tell he was fighting back a smile, shaking his hair out before heading into the bathroom, locking the door behind himself.

"Hey Cass, do ya' wanna run stadiums with me?" Niall's Irish accent was also thicker in the mornings. He turned to face me as he pulled on his shoes as he sat on his bottom bunk underneath Harry's.

"Sure!" I checked my watch, seeing it was only 8:30am, and I didn't have to be ready for final rehearsal until 10am. With that, Niall and I headed out of the bus and rushed towards the arena, trying to make it there without catching the attention of the fans that were now camped out on the other side of the fence. Most of them were still asleep luckily.

After rehearsal, we did a full run-through of the show and I had my second shower of the day. I didn't get much time to relax, though, because I was being carted off to a high-end spa to get a full-body waxing, massage, mani-pedi, a trim for my hair, you name it. April wanted me to be "perfect" for tomorrow. I felt like I was getting ready to meet the Queen.