I'm surprised to see Mariana's face above me when I wake up. "Ha! Took you two long enough to wake up!" I look over at Callie, who is just as confused as I am.

I just run my fingers through my hair and just look at Mariana. "Why are you here? No, how the hell did you get in here?"

Mariana just shrugs, holding up the keys to her room. "The keys work for every room here. Pretty stupid, huh?"

"Well, then why are you here?"

"Because you're going to be late to the award show. Why else would I come in here? That's just kinda weird."

I groan, and pull my pillow over my head. "I don't wanna go to some dumb British award show. Can't I just stay here?"

"Tough luck, B." Mariana says, disappearing down the small hallway before the door.

I look over at Callie, who just shrugs. "I'm stuck coming with you, so that's already bad enough." She tells me playfully, and I just pull myself out of bed.

"Haha, that's funny," I say, looking through the closet to get the tuxedo moms made me get, and throw Callie her dress, not caring if it gets ruined or not. "Because I'm not going without you. You're the one who said that I should go anyways."

"And you agreed until you realized that One Direction is going to be here."

"Just get ready," I say, grabbing a tie, and looking at her. "They annoy me. And I don't know why. They just do."

"More of the reason why you should go by yourself, don't you think?"

"No!" I say quickly, buttoning up my shirt. "You need to come! Please? Don't leave me alone with them."

Callie just rolls her eyes and throws a pillow at me, laughing. "I'm starting to feel like this is the only reason why you invited me to come on tour with you."

"And my amazing skills in bed. Besides, I'm not going to lie, my band gets annoying sometimes. I need a break from them, and that's where you come in."

I hear Callie groan, and I turn around, only to see her get out of bed. Finally. "Your tie is crooked," Callie says, fixing it. "Now you can leave."

"This is exactly why I need you to come! You make sure I look presentable!"

"Just comb your hair, will you?"

"You did this to it, you fix it!"

Callie just rolls her eyes. "You know, I could be ready already if you stop coming up with reasons for me to touch you! The faster you clean yourself up, the faster you can get this done with."

I think about coming up with a comeback, but I just sigh and go into the bathroom, to brush my teeth and my hair which looks like a nest, thanks to Callie.

When I walk out, Callie's back is to me and I almost drop my toothbrush, just watching her like an idiot. "I know you're watching me," Callie says, facing me, and I thank mental Mariana for picking out the dress. Callie looks amazing. "It's getting creepy."

"I'm sorry." I say, and Callie just looks at me, shaking her head.

"Well, are you ready to leave?"

I don't answer, and Callie just sighs, pushing me towards the door, ignoring my complaints. Lou and Matt are already waiting, leaning against the wall, and I can tell the smile on Callie face disappears when she see's Lou, and I take her hand to comfort her. Callie and Lou still haven't gotten over the entire thing, and I can see why.

"Took you two long enough." Lou says coldly before pushing the button, and the elevator dings faster then I thought possible. We pile in, and I do my best to ignore the tension, knowing that I was the reason for it.

We get to lobby after what seems hours, even though it clearly was a few seconds, and there's already guards waiting for us and I sigh. "There's two cars waiting for you guys," One of them informs us as there's sudden yelling.

I thank him quietly before leading Callie outside, signing a few things, which only makes them yell louder. Callie pulls me into the car, slamming the door. "Like I told you, they're crazy."

I laugh, nodding in agreement. "Tell me something I don't know."

Callie doesn't respond right away, but I'm surprised but what she says next. "How come you never released the song? You know, the one you sang to me in Daphne apartment."

"Because it's ours," I tell her, shrugging. "Just for you and me. It didn't seem right to sing it with Lou." I can tell that Callie smiles, and she doesn't say anything else, just rests her head on my shoulder, and I take her hand. "Mariana is gonna be jealous of you," I tell her quietly. "You get to me on tv at an award show."

The rest of the ride is quiet, aside from the radio playing, and the occasional attempt from the driver, who I can hardly understand from how strong his accent is. The place is already packed by the time we get there, and I wrap my arm around Callie's waist, pulling her towards me as even more people come in.

Random people who don't offer me their names start talking. " , this way please. We have a room for you back stage before interviews and the actual show."

I follow them, deciding that it would be the best choice to make, and I was right. They leave quickly, leaving Callie and I alone. "You really need to fix your hair." Callie says as I sit down on the couch.

"Okay." I say, pulling her on top of me, covering her lips with mine gently, and her hands go to my hair. They always do. I can't help but smile as I easily flip us so she's underneath me. Suddenly Callie kisses me harder, her hands leaving my hair, resting on my chest for a few moments before she starts to fumble with my tie. I grip her hips, pulling her towards me and a moan escapes her lips. I run my tongue along her lower lip and she immediately opens her mouth, meeting me eagerly.

"Don't you have a public appearance to make?" Callie mumbles agasinst my lips, and I groan, knowing that she's right.

It takes everything in me to pull away, running my fingers through my hair. "We should've stayed at the hotel." I say as I open the door, grabbing Callie hand as I walk down the hallway. More people then I expected are here, all happily chatting with each other, talking about hoping to win.

"I'm not even British." I grumble as I reach the crowd of interviewers. Callie grips my hand harder, noticing my discomfort. Then if things could get any worse, I bump into somebody. "Sorry." I say quickly.

"No problem, mate," A thick Irish accent says, and I just look at Callie before looking at the fake blonde standing in front of me. "Hey, I know you. You're that Brandon guy." He says loudly.

"Yeah, that's me."

The rest of the boys next to him look at me, and I expect them to start talking all at once, but they don't. The boy with dark curly hair talks next, eyeing Callie, and I pull her towards me. "You wrote that song, right mate? Disconnected of something?"

"Thanks to Callie." I tell them, and all of them look at her.

"I can see why," One of them say. Liam? Or was it Louis. "I'm Liam." He says, holding his hand out to Callie.

"Niall Horan," The blonde one offers before shaking her hand as well. "You look pretty." He says, as if I'm not even here. Callie blushes, and I mentally groan.

"Harry," Is all he says before kissing her cheek, then looks at me. "You got something there, mate." He says, and I wipe my mouth quickly.

"As much as we would like to stay here and chat, We have to go." I tell them quickly, pushing through the crowd. We could leave early. Something that I would like. To get out of here.

"You're jealous," Callie says, and I can hear the smile in her voice. "You don't need to be jealous."

"They're checking you out!" I tell her, and she looks back at them, only to see them looking at her. "We should've just stayed at the hotel."

Callie doesn't answer, instead she just gets into the car as soon as it stops, and I'm thankful that she doesn't say anything else. We sit in silence, and get to the room in silence. "You know," Callie says suddenly. "You don't have to be jealous. I'm not into British boys."

And she kisses me, tugging at my tie until it comes lose. I can't help but smile against her lips, my hands sliding up her back. Callie kisses me harder, pushing me against the wall, unbuttoning my shirt and easily pushing it off of my shoulders. I pull away from her, brushing my lid against her neck as I find the zipper to her dress, pushing the straps off her shoulders.

Callie lets out a moan as I suck on her neck gently, and she pulls me towards her, landing on the bed. "Brandon, I-"

"Shh," I say, kissing her gently as her hips grind against mine. "I know."

I slide into her, and her nails dig into my shoulders to the point where I'm sure she drew blood. "Brandon...Fuck." A moan comes from her lips, and her fingers find my hair, tugging at it as I thrust into her again. "Callie, I- Fuck."

I grip her hips, and she kisses me again, slowly and gently before mumbling, "We're not leaving the hotel at all next time."