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Guys I'm so so so so sorry! I've been abandoning all 3 of my stories and I feel terrible! so I'm hoping to make it up by updating all 3 tonight and tomorrow. I'm going on a date though so wish me luck lol?? thanks for sticking with this story! read my others:)
Harrys POV
After the show, I grabbed a water bottle and started towards the exit. Laugh at me, but I forgot I was famous when I stepped outside. Immediately about 30 fans who couldn't get tickets stampeded over towards me, shouting things like:
"Can we get a picture?!"
"I love you Harry!!"
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
All of the screeching girls seemed to be 'Harry Girls' as they call themselves, so I let them all get what they wanted. I took multiple photos with every single one, stood awkwardly in 2 minute hugs for each, and called a few friends that weren't able to join their group.
So finally, after an hour of me being in a great mood, I reached the tour bus. Realizing it had been nearly 6 hours since the last time I checked my phone, I ran straight to the small area with all of the outlets and scooped my phone up like a baby.
'I guess two cant play that game, huh?? I won. and no I wasn't even ignoring you, I'm trying to not get on my phone during school. so when your done with whatever your thing is, text me :))'
Right as I was about to text back, the door burst open to reveal one very, very angry Zayn.
"Harry! Paul has been looking everywhere for you, and he made us all split up! You clearly forgot about the new rule to tell him when and where your going! He pissed us all off!" He shouted across the little living room in the tour bus.
"Why does it even matter? It's not like I'm going to get stolen! There's always security! Everywhere!" I shouted back, obviously getting cranky over tiredness.
"I really don't know, but you need to come back inside and talk it out with him." He sighed while running his hand through his hair.
I stood up, phone in hand, and followed Zayn back into the building. The group of girls was still there, but it had multiplied. This time, I didn't stop, I walked straight through, blocking out the screams and hands hitting me.
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Paul wasn't too angry at me, which was good. So when we got back in the road, I went straight to my bunk and texted Carson.
'sorry it took so long, I was at a um..concert. wanna play a texting game;)?'
I sat my phone down, grabbed a towel, and headed to the shower.
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Carsons POV
Awaiting a reply took nearly 8 hours, so when my phone buzzed from the center of my desk, I nearly fell running to it. Seeing 'um..concert' wasn't very convincing to me, but oh well at least he texted back. I mean what is he? Some international pop star?
Let's get real.
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I know this was short and I really owe it to the people still reading to make a long one... I'm sorry and the next chapter will be VERY long!