I'm Yours [h.s]

Chapter 18 ~Best song... I can't remember~

~Best song... I can't remember~

Today is not my day. For starters, I have an awful hangover, and I’m throwing my guts out in the tour bus toilet. Not an appealing scene and I can already hear the boys grunting because of the smell.

“Don’t be dicks” I shouted from the bathroom. My head is killing me. I brushed my teeth and walked over to the living room to find everyone already groomed and dressed, while I was donning pajama pants shirtless.

“Why are you all dressed?” I asked while heating water for a cup of coffee, combing my messy hair with my long fingers.

“If your high arse forgot, we do have a music video to shoot” Liam reminded me taking a scoop full of cereal and milk.

“Oh fuck” I drank the hot coffee carefully, “High? What?” I sat on the couch beside Liam waiting for an explanation.

“You don’t recall getting high with your new friends?”

“No!” I looked around shocked, “I don’t even smoke normal cigarettes and I got high?” I can’t believe this. How much did I drink yesterday? Zayn patted my back sympathetically, but nobody responded. I walked away and started getting dressed obviously still gob smacked that I dared to smoke a joint. But deep inside I felt proud I tried something new. And a joint? Who knew I had it in me!

Finally settling on tight skinny ripped off jeans, and a white plain shirt, the boys and I strolled off into the car that was taking us to the studio.

By the time we reached the studio, the place was packed. Going out, we signed a few autographs and took pictures. These people do so much for us, and this is the least we could do to pay them back. I always wanted to make an actual conversation with them, but they were too many.

It still shocks me how their investigation skills are. The fact they knew the studio we’re filming at scares me.

Ben Winston greeted us happily. He was filming our music video and we gladly chose him. He was a really fun man. And his filming skills were off the wall. The idea of Best Song Ever is epic. We wanted something very different and Ben Winston made sure to provide it for us.

The five of us were separated as we were taken to make up and dressing immediately. Niall and Louis went straight to make up while I was escorted to the styling side. No, I was not trying to find a reason to speak to Molly. I might have scanned the area looking for her though. I finally caught her helping Liam in an awfully funny costume.

Surprise, Surprise, Josh isn’t with her.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Josh. He’s awesome! But sometimes I feel like he is hogging Molly. Although he is her boyfriend, he is supposed to do that. But still, it’s not like we’re going to eat her.

Caroline appeared in front of me with my costume suddenly. I found myself disappointed that Liam gets Molly. She was the nicest friend and we had loads in common.

Setting the disappointment aside, I grabbed the clothes from Caroline and stripped openly for the first time in this tour. Pulling on the pants and shirt, I felt so uncomfortable and out of character.

But that was Marcel the Marketing guy for you.

My hair was gelled into perfection by Lou, and Liam and I were ready to go. Niall and Louis were halfway through their makeup and looked like they were going to get a lot of time.

Turning around, pair of boobs was in my face startling me.

“What the fuck?” I exclaimed surprised, to only find Zayn jiggling his fake boobs in my face.

“Check it out” he squeezed the squishy substance, “I’ve got boobs”

I laughed out loudly and touched them, “So fucking cool” Liam later joined us as well surprised by half nude Zayn Malik, as we spent an hour acting out and playing with Zayn’s mystical boobs.

“Boys, boys” Caroline called at us to knock it off and walk to our positions. On our way we caught a glimpse of Louis and Niall and straight up burst out laughing. It was way funnier than Zayn dressed as a female. Louis and Niall laughed along speaking in old gruff funny voices until I could feel my kidneys hurt from laughter.

I glanced out the corner of my eye at Molly and her face was red – from laughter I presumed – as she looked at the five of us ready and dressed. Well, I did make her laugh… kind of. That’s a start to renew our friendship right?

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“And action” Ben shouted as I walked through the door slipping and holding onto a chart. Blocking my nose, I made the funny noise I practiced for my character and started speaking.

The first ten takes ended horrible, either I would forget the line or one of the boys has to burst into laughter – seven of those times were Niall.

Finally, on the eleventh take, I skilled it and all our professional acting parts were done. Maybe if our singing career fails anytime soon we should opt for acting.

Another hour later, after stripping out of the uncomfortable clothes and Niall, Louis and Zayn’s make up was scrubbed off – we started singing out the song and dancing. That was more fun and went much better than our horrid acting. Dancing just wasn’t our thing either, but we did choose the moves as a fun side, with our geeky x-factor and 2011 moves.

By the time we were done, we were exhausted and it was already 11.30 PM.

We spent a whole day working our arses off. This video better turn out amazing or I’m ripping Marcel’s head off.

Scrambling outside the studio, the air was chilly. A few fans still stood there and I felt awful for them. Niall and I walked over to them and started taking pictures while the rest of the boys went into the car. I didn’t blame them, I will faint any second. And to top it all, I’m starving.

Warning the girls about the weather, we walked into the Range Rover where Zayn was already asleep, his head on Louis’s lap. Louis’s head rested on the window shield, and Liam took shot gun cloning Louis’s behavior. Niall and I sat at the very back, cuddling into each other and finally also falling asleep five minutes into the ride.

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Waking up in the middle of the night, I felt a horrid headache. Glancing at the time on my phone, it was 4 am. Why am I awake so early or… late? I’m confused.

Switching on my phone’s light, I looked around and saw a bag of…. Is that weed?

Holy fuck! What is that doing in my bunk bed?

Hastily I hid it under my pillow. I took the already smoked joints and threw it outside the window beside my bunk bed. The bus was already moving. I legitimately don’t remember what happened? How did a bag of weed end up in my bed with smoking paper and three bottles of beer?

I moved the curtain covering my side of the bed and glanced outside and noticed something even more shocking.

This isn’t my bed.

This isn’t my curtain.

This isn’t my bus.

These aren’t my friends.

Oh fuck.

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