"… and then Harry threw that drumstick which hit me and caused a bunch of rabid
fan girls to go ape shit on me, practically trampling me." I said as I acted like I was
being trampled again, and feigned the grunts and sounds of pain I made back at the
concert.
"Then I stumbled out to the parking lot, realized my phone was dead and pretty
much fainted." I said nodding and promptly fell back onto the tan leather chair sat at
the end of the table for me. I sipped the warm earl grey tea Tom had handed me.
Scrunching my face I remembered how much I hated any type of tea, including this
bitter one (I know I could add sugar but it wouldn't help I just don't like it.) I
swallowed it anyways and drank more, not wanting to be rude (and I'm to damn
stubborn to admit I hate it. Maybe if I drank more it'd start tasting better.) I
shrugged and rolled my eyes at the stupidest reasoning I had probably ever thought
of but I'm a little ditzy with four rock stars here. Ugh I hate the word ditzy makes me
sound like some cliché character and that's something I honestly hate more then tea.
Realizing I was still in a tour bus with Dougie hot damn fine piece of sexy Poynter
and the others I stopped my mental rant short and paid more attention to reality.
I squirmed uneasily and looked at the table as Tom and Harry processed the story;
and thought of what to do next. Dougie had left the room awhile ago (I think he
could tell how flustered I was with him around. Although he was gone I had to thank
God I just can't focus worth shit with him a foot away.) Nervousness was not
making the situation any less awkward or helping (besides I know when I get
nervous I say stupid things then mentally plague myself worrying about it.)
So I decided to not be all fan girly about them (well Tom and Harry at least) and
concentrate on what to do next.
"Uh so first of all where exactly are we?" I inquired.
"A tour bus duh" said Harry condescendingly.
"Mate she's gotten a few blokes to the head already don't antagonize her." said Tom
in a motherly tone while frowning at Harry.
"I"ll ask the driver hold on." Tom walked to the front of the bus and started chatting
to the bus driver who had heard the commotion and ran as fast as his pudgy legs
could take him.
"So…" I mumbled turning my head to where Harry was. But I was wasting my breath
on an empty seat. I leaned out of my chair and let my long brunette hair hit the dirty
floor as I looked past Danny's snoring carcass and into the back of the bus. Muffled
squeals escaped the from the couch area at the end of the bus. Probably stripping
Dougie like in the YouTube videos I watched late at night to help me fall asleep. I
lifted my self-back onto my seat and closed my eyes smelling the lavender scented
febreze that was in the air.
I raked my fingers through my hair to get the knots out ( a bad habit of mine.) I
opened my eyes and turned my attention back to the front of the bus and grimaced
as Tom's mouth gaped open in shock and horror. Oh sweet Jesus what now? Tom
trudged back and collapsed onto the seat across from rubbing his eyes with one
hand and sliding one hand across the cheap plastic table.
"I'm afraid to ask, but where exactly are we?" I said wrinkling my face in worry.
Tom sat up and turned to me quietly saying,
"New York City."
