Story Of My Life

Chapter 25- On The Road Again. Puke On My Back. Fans.

Hey lovelies, I know it's unlike me to update twice in a row in one week but I'm feeling good maybe ever better than words.
I usually never posts videos, usually just pictures but I'm feeling crazy in love with the 5 adorable idiots we call One Direction.😍
Enjoy the video up above 👆. I laughed my ass off, first time I have seen it. They're so awkward and adorable it in. Gosh, they so cute. 😉
Have no idea how long or where this chappie is going to go. I have just given up trying to plan them out because, I never followed them.
Here's chapter 25. Enjoy!🙏

Liam's POV

Untangling Genies little arms from around my arms. She whimpers but settles back into a peaceful sleep. Readjusting my shirt, running a hand through my messy hair. Standing up, my shoes hit the floor. I look down at my little angel; her eyebrows scrunch up in pain. Her face begins to distort, her eyes brows furrow, her mouth turns into a frown. I see her body lurch forward a bit. Rushing, I sit Genie up and grab the can. Her eyes barely opens as she throws up. Tears drop out of her eyes.
"I can't look at her." I tell one of my best mates.
"I know, Liam but she needs you." Zayn tells me as he sits across from me on the other bed.
Taking the can and placing it on the ground. My hands rub at my eyes. My hands repeatedly go through my hair, stressfully. Soon someone slumps against me, I look down to see its Genie. Bringing her in closer, taking her onto my lap. She snuggles in as if she's trying to find warmth, She shivers.
"I'm gonna get her dressed and we can be on the road again."
"On the road again, we're on the road again going to places we've never been." (A/N probably fucked that up. Oops. Hehe) Harry and Niall sing rather loudly.
"Hey, not so loud." I yell in a whisper.
"Oops sorry, Liam." They apologize.

Soon Genies all dressed in the clothes I brought her. Maybe I should of taken a little more time to pick out her clothes. Her dainty body is dressed in light purple trousers with a dark green sweatshirt. I mean it looks okay. Who the hell am I kidding, it looks absolutely dysfunctional. Oh well, least she's got clothes on. Carrying Genie out of the loo, I readjust her in my arms. Positioning so that her face is towards my neck and her arms cuddled into her chest.
"Let's go." I announce to them.
"Wait.." Louis says.
Turning around with a huff. "What?"
"We should clean out that trash can before it gets full."
"Okay, somebody do it. I'll meet you guys out on the bus. I wanna lay her down." Turning around and leaving the lads to discuss who's actually gonna clean it out. Shutting the door behind me I make my way down the stairs.
"Hey, Liam wait up." I turn around to see Zayn going to the stairs. "I didn't want to be the one stuck cleaning it out and plus I thought you could use a break from watching Genevieve."
"Thanks for the thought, Zayn. But.... I'm responsible for her now."
"I know, but I want to do something to help." I look over at Zayn. I look into his Carmel eyes that seem to make Perrie fall at his feet. He runs his fingers through his hair carefully, before restyling it.
I huff and hoist Genie up more so she doesn't fall. "I don't know." I say unsure.
"Please, Liam. I'll do anything." Zayn folds his hands together and begins to beg.
I give in. Hey! You would too. I mean look at him; his Carmel eyes are wide and watery. His lips are stuck out in a pout while he pounds his hands to his chest. "Fine. you can take the key to the reception lady at the front." I tell him, digging the key out of my back pocket.
I hand it to him. He begins racing down the stairs. He turns around. "Thanks, mate."
Instead of replying I shoot him a dazzling smile.

As I open the door that leads me to the sunny day. The sun shines in my eyes making me squint. I hear loud, girly screams. One word; fans. They found us.
"Liam! Liam!" Can I get your autograph?" A fan asks me.
Wait... lets me rephrase that, it's more like a obnoxious scream.
"Uhh.. I can't at the moment. Sorry, love." I tell her, sympathetically.
"It's okay." she says, a frown forming on her pink lips.
I don't want to make her sad. What if this is the only time she gets to meet me? And I let her down. I walk over to her.
"What did you me to sign?" I ask, digging around for the sharpie that I keep hold of at all times.
"My phone case." She says.
I find my sharpie in my breast pocket in my flannel.
"But first can I get a selfie with you?"
I shift back and forth on my feet.
"You mind if she's in it?" I ask, pointing at my world that's asleep on my shoulder.
"Yeah, I don't care. Is that Genevieve?"
I scoot closer as she pulls up the camera on her phone.
"Yea, she's not feeling well."
I shift Genie over to my other side so she's not in the picture as much. We both smile as she snaps a couple.
"Thanks, Can you sign this?"
"Yea, of course, love."
She holds her phone out as I scribble my name on it.
"There you go." I tell her as I add a small smiley face after my name.
"Thanks. Hope she feels better."
"You and me both."
I make my way down the line; signing things or taking pictures. Genie squirms on my shoulder. She lets out a cry of frustration.
"One moment." I tell a fan.
I walk more into the center of the isle the fans have made. I hold Vieve out in front of me. "Whats wrong?" I ask, moving hair out of her eyes.
"I gotta throw up." she tells me as her face completely pales.
Shit! Shit!
"Zayn." I scream out.
No answer. I don't think he can hear me over the fans.
"Zayn!!" "Lads!" I shout, trying to out scream the fans.
I never thought I would see the day I try to out scream the fans.
Instead of wasting another useless scream. I run to Zayn. I don't make it in time, I hear the bile pile out of her mouth and onto the back of my shoulder. I feel it trail down.
Genies loud cries snap me out of my mini freak out moment.
I begin rocking her back and forth, trying to quiet her cries.
Ignoring my puke back, I run to Zayn and the rest of the lads.
"Trash can." is all I say.
Gently placing her on the ground I hold the trash can up to her mouth.
Nothing comes out but yellow stuff. It's the lining of her stomach. Her cries turn into loud sobs.
"Li Li." she cries out as she lurches forward for another heaving session.
My hand rubs at her back as the other holds her hair back.
"Uhh.. Liam you've got a wee bit of vomit on your back." Niall tells me, his nose crinkles in disgust.
"I know. I didn't make it back to you guys in time." I say with a shrug of my shoulders.
Standing up, facing towards my band mates. "I'm gonna go clean up. I'll be back out." Jogging away, I begin to feel the puke starting to dry on my clothing.
"Stan, open up the door." I shout.
Soon the door opens and I step on to the tour bus.
"What is that stench?" Stan, our driver asks waving his hand in front of his nose.
"Genie vomited all over my back." I tell him turning around to show him.
"That's disgusting, mate." Stan says followed by a few gags.
Making a bee line to my suitcase in the back. Shifting through my clothing I grab joggers and a jumper. In the bathroom I peel off the disgusting clothes. Looking at Vieve's puke on the back of my shirt and trousers. I shudder. Ew. Looking in the mirror I notice bags have found their way under my eyes. I look like a total mess. Sighing, I get dressed into the new, vomit free clothes. Grabbing the puke clothes I throw them in a grocery bag from the kitchen. I set them on the counter.
Next stop I'm gonna have to wash those. Slipping on some shoes I'm back outside to address the fans and most importantly to see how Genies holding up.

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Woahza, two long chapters in a row. Da hell?
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