Thank you for being you//An Alerrie fanfic

Chapter 29

Perrie's POV

Tour was starting today and I couldn't be more excited, it's the best thing ever, I'd spend my whole life on tour if I could. There's genuinely no better feeling than being on that stage, having thousands of fans singing your own songs back to you and just living your dream. Plus we were in Europe and the European fans are nuts, all our fans are to be fair. We were sat in our bunks talking about life, which for me, mainly consisted of Alex, Leigh's was Andre and how much she'd hurry the fuck up and propose, whilst Jade and Jesy were just being their useful nutty selves whilst eyeing up the alcohol shelf at the other end of the bus. I was also lucky that I had Ellie with me on tour, one because she's my PA and it's part of her job but I was also thought it might help me not feel so homesick at times. 

I was currently sat reading a letter Alex had written me about how much he would miss me but how he knew I'd be amazing and when we got to see each other again he wasn't going to let me go, I mean that was fine by me. Beyonce's 'Run the World' had just started playing signalling it was time for us girls to move and get on the lift because otherwise the effect was really going to be ruined. 

The show went by in a blur, I had the time of my life, I'd cried sad and happy tears on that stage and it was only night one. Never in my life will I tire from this feeling, the crowd were incredible and it had only made me more excited for the rest of the tour and every other exciting event we had coming up. Having got changed, I was sat in my bunk, on facetime to Alex, it wasn't the same as him being here in person but it would have to do for a few months and it was only going to make the time we spend together more special. 

Alex's POV

Training was good, I bullied Trent for the entirety of it, nothing beats it though he did beat me in our shooting competition at the end of training. Little shit. Who gave a right back that sort of passing and shooting ability. My chef's cooked me dinner, no I still can't cook, I can make an omelette that's it, and even that's a last resort if something goes wrong. I had no idea what I was eating most of the time but it tasted good so I was happy enough. 

I was talking to Perrie on facetime as she'd just finished the first show, I missed her already but she was living her dream so what more could I want; other than for her to be living her dream with me but never mind. She looked absolutely shattered so I told her to go to sleep not that I was going to do the same thing. My bed's far too lonely without her in it, as cheesy as it sounds, there's too much room and I've gotten used to her being in it. 

I'm rudely awoken by my alarm, I haven't got much sleep, I was watching videos of Pez on tour until about 3 in the morning. Well better get used to the idea of being on the bench this weekend or not even in the squad at all. I somehow manage to drag myself out of bed and make myself some toast, it was going to have to do, I didn't have the energy for anything else. Though looking on the bright side, my sister was coming up today so at least I'd have some company and she'd bring some energy around the house. 

For the first time probably ever, it doesn't look like I'm going to be late for training, shock of the century; us Oxlade-Chamberlain's weren't blessed with the best time management skills nor the ability to wake up in the morning. 

Trent beat me again, I'm seriously going to have to do some work on my shooting, the annoying thing is it's not even that bad, his is just ridiculous. I did beat Robbo though and at the end of the day that's all that matters. 

Mads is already here which is a bonus, with any luck she'll be in a good mood but let's not be too optimistic and Trent's coming round. To my surprise, she is in a good mood, shocking and rare but we'll take it whilst we can. We're arguing over what we want for dinner, well not even what we want for dinner but who gets to choose. She says her because she's the guest to which I pointed out it was my house and therefore surely I get to choose. We settled on pasta because let's be honest it's the best invention ever and eat it whilst watching Breaking Bad for the 7000th time. 

I look over and see Mads fast asleep, no surprises there, I take the plate from her and throw a blanket over her. Strange, she might not have got our skin tone but our faces are almost identical, freckles and all. I take this as an opportunity to facetime Perrie, the show should be finished by now, that or she's texting me mid show which we all know is not possible in quick change. 

Perrie's POV 

I've just come off a three hour facetime with Alex, I missed out on whatever was happening down the other end of the bus but I don't care. I deliberate as to whether to go and investigate what's going on but my warm, comfy bunk is suggesting otherwise and I fall into a peaceful slumber. 

Tour's going by in a blur and before I've even realised it's the last leg of the European tour, I don't even know how it's gone by so quick. This has definitely been my favourite tour so far I just wish we were going to more places, maybe one day our American label will learn that we exist and might like to send us on tour around the world. 

The show's just finished and we're back on the bus, and looking at Leigh, it looks like it might be time for a party. I manage to fit in a quick facetime with Alex before telling him I've got to go otherwise the girls might rip my head off. 

We had a great night, we drank, we sang, we danced, what a life, I love these lot more than literally anything in this world, well almost. It's not like we have a lot of time off, a day to be precise, which was used to nurse the fucker of a hangover I had. The only thing that was making me sad about the UK leg was that it would usually be the one that Alex came to loads of shows but because he's so busy, he might struggle to even come to one. 

Just to make matters worse, I've also just been informed that our PLT x Little Mix collab launch night is on November 6th. Our anniversary. The one day I had reserved for spending time with him and the one day he had managed to get himself off so we could be together. I'm pissed to say the least and he can tell this the minute he sees my face. After telling me 50 times that it doesn't matter and he'll come to the launch party and we'll spend time together there I feel slightly better. The things this man does to me, usually nobody can cheer me up especially when I'm feeling like this but maybe he's just that bit more special than anybody else in the world, ever and I'm so happy to call him mine. 

A/N so I'm back after 20 thousand years. I have no excuse, I just haven't uploaded but I was bored today so I thought why not. This was just a filler chapter because I'm lacking inspiration so any would be greatly appreciated 

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