"… 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."