Ok, sorry this one is extremely short but they do get longer I swear :p and thanks to topazchick08, Shealtiel, Star-Girl-loves-Dougie-Poyn..., and alcb for their reviews!

Chapter 3

The next morning was pure hell. I got a taste of a big part of my job as I watched Fletch try and pry the boys out of bed, helping out every now and then. We finally got Harry up, but only after we took two cooking pots and started banging them together right next to his ear (my idea) and don't even get me started on Dougie! It's going to be major fun getting these four up everyday (insert eye roll here).

When we were finally ready to go, we loaded onto the tourbus we would be traveling in. We were already twenty minutes off schedule and Fletch was pretty angry.

"You guys are going to have to start getting up easier," he said.

"Yea, because I'm not going to be as nice as him," I said, smiling devilishly.

"We kinda figured that out when you started banging those pots in my ear," Harry said," So, what's on the schedule for today?"

I was waiting for someone to reply when i realized they were all staring at me.

"Oh, right that's my cue," I said while picking up the planner book thing Fletch had given me last night," Uh, lets see, we're driving to Bradford today and you have a radioshow at five tonight, after that you've got he rest of the night off to rest up for the concert tomorrow."

Dougie yawned and said," Sounds good, oh hey I forgot to ask you, the first night of every tour we always go out and celebrate, you wanna come tonight?"

"Uh, sure I guess," I said after looking at Fletch and getting a nod of aproval.

Things were a bit dull on the bus, we rode for hours with nothing to do except play video games and watch movies. We were almost in Bradford when I decided to go to the back to check on Tom because he had been back there for a while now. I knocked on the door but I didn't here a reply so I just walked in. I found him asleep on the little couch thing they had back there with a piece of paper and a pen next to him. He had been writing really good lyrics to a great melody. I looked down at his sleeping face and my heart just melted, he was so adorable. I didn't want to wake him up, but I had to because we were so close to the hotel.

"Tom," I said while gently shaking him," Tom, wake up sweetie."

He opened his eyes slowly and sat up," Hey, how long have I been asleep?"

I shrugged my shoulders," Don't know, just came back here to check on you. We're about ten minutes away from the hotel."

He looked down, noticed the lyrics in my hand and smiled," What do you think?"

"Oh, they're amazing, can't wait to here them with the music."

His grin got bigger and he put an arm around my shoulder," Thanks, lets go see what the other boneheads are doing."