Chapter 11 - Best Friend

Kelsey’s POV:

 

After Scotland, we were in Cardiff, Wales. We were currently at the venue and the boys had sound check. There was a big open space inside where the buses were parked, and I raised my eyebrows as I saw Michael and Ashton of Five Seconds of Summer walking around holding a laptop and talking into it.

“What in the world are you two doing?” I raise my eyebrows, stuffing my phone in the back pocket of my jeans.

Ashton’s eyes snap over to me and he grins. “We’re doing a twitcam,” he replies in his thick Australian accent.

“Come over here,” Michael calls for me, and my eyes widen as I shake my head.

“Uh-huh, no way,” I say, backing away.

But Ashton ran over and dragged me towards the laptop. My eyes widen as I’m now in view of the webcam and the seventy thousand and more users could now see me. “Look, everyone,” Ashton grins, dimples in view. “It’s Kelsey!”

I give a small smile and wave, and in the question box I see people saying hi to me. “Don’t you guys have sound check soon?” I ask Michael and Ashton with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, we’re just waiting for one-d to finish off,” Michael replies.

“Kelsey, who’s your favorite member of Five Seconds of Summer?” Ashton asks. I look at him, eyes wide and he shrugs with a grin. “Someone asked it.”

I look back at the camera. “Are you guys trying to get these guys to hate me?” I ask.

“You gotta answer the question, Kels,” Michael grins widely and I shake my head.

“Nope, no,” I say. “I refuse to answer.”

“She’s only saying that because I’m her favorite, duh,” Ashton rolls his eyes, flopping his hair.

“No way!” Michael shouts.

“Yes way!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

During their little argument, I started backing away and Michael exclaimed, “Guitar is better than drums.”

As I backed away, I grinned and called back, “I’m with the drummer!”

Just when I was a good twenty feet away, I heard Ashton shout a victorious, “Suck it, you dick!” to Michael, causing me to laugh out loud.

I walked into where the arena was and where the One Direction boys were having their sound check. Fans were all the way up in the front, cheering as the boys sang and held up signs. I stayed all the way in the back, not wanting to be seen as the boys sang I Would. My foot tapped to the beat of the song as I started humming it, smiling as they sang.

My phone buzzed in my pocket as I sighed, and I took it out to see Logan was calling me. I stepped out of the arena and answered his call. “Hey,” I say.

“Hey, Kelsey,” Logan replies, and I could tell he was smiling. “What’re you up to?”

“I’m at sound check,” I reply, “Watching the boys perform.”

“Where are you guys right now?” he asks.

“Cardiff, Wales,” I reply. “It’s pretty cool here.”

“I bet,” he says. “When are you visiting?”

I sighed. “I’m coming along with the boys for their European part of the tour,” I tell him, “That’s four months long.”

“And then what?” Logan asks. “You’re going back to London?”

I shrug, even though he couldn’t see me as I walked around. “I don’t know, Logan,” I tell him. “Maybe, maybe not. I don’t know if I can come back.”

“Why not?”

“It’ll be too hard. I mean, I grew up there, I know, but my mom did too. It’ll be too much.”

“You have to come back at some point, Kelsey,” Logan says, almost angrily. “We all miss you here.”

“We all as in your parents and you?” I sigh. “You guys are the only people I have there. But I just can’t, Logan. At least not right now.”

“Is this you talking or that husband of yours?” The hostility in Logan’s voice astonished me, and I did a double take.

“Wha – Harry?” I frown. “He’s got nothing to do with this. Why would you think that?”

“Well, first of all you haven’t been answering my calls that much, and now you’re sticking with him and his band on the other side of the world?” Logan doesn’t miss a beat in his accusation, and I huff a breath.

“Logan, you have to understand the time difference,” I tell him with a roll of my eyes. “And second, I want to stay here. It’s my decision, not Harry’s. So stop being an ass about it.”

“Whatever, I have to go.”

Before I could stop him, Logan hung up the phone, leaving me stare dumbfounded at my cell phone. What the actual hell? Why was he angry at me? I didn’t do anything!

“Kelsey?” a familiar voice asked, and I swiveled around to see Harry looking at me. “You okay?”

I give him a small smile. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Harry chuckles, shaking his head as he walks closer to me. “Every time someone says they’re fine, everyone knows that they’re actually not,” he says. “Come on, what’s wrong?”

I give a one shouldered shrug. “It’s just Logan,” I say. “He’s angry that I’m not coming to visit him any time soon.”

“Because of the tour?” he questions, raising an eyebrow.

“That, and because I don’t think I’m ready to go back just yet,” I confess with a bite of my lower lip. “It’s where my mom grew up – where I grew up. If I go back, all these memories are going to come back and it’ll make me want to go back to my old house. I just can’t right now.”

“I understand,” Harry says, giving me a small smile as he puts his hands on my shoulders, making me look at him. “You don’t have to go back if you’re not ready yet. Just take your time.”

I couldn’t help but smile. Harry was unbelievably sweet. He understood where I was coming from, unlike Logan – who has been my best friend since forever. I thought that Logan would be the one to understand why I wasn’t ready to go back to my home town, not Harry. But apparently, it was the other way around.

“Thanks,” I smile, before adding, “So is, uh, your sound check over?”

Harry nods. “Yeah, The Emos are on now.”

“The Emos?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

Harry chuckles. “That’s what I call the Five Seconds of Summer lads.”

“Any reason for that?” I ask with a laugh.

He shrugs. “Only because it annoys them.”

I let out another laugh, shaking my head as Harry and I walk. “Meanie,” I say. Harry just laughs and gives me a cheeky wink to which I chuckle at. As we walked I glanced and got a look of him.

Harry wasn’t a bad looking guy – far from it, actually. His hair, that was normally more wavy than curly, was swooped up from the front, making him look more attractive than usual. His green eyes darken or light up according to his mood, and his body wasn’t shabby either.

I have seen him shirtless multiple times, since I do live with him and four other boys in a tour bus. He had a very toned chest, and his tattoos that were scattered around his body made him look very, well, sexy.

When we walked back to where the buses were parked, I spotted Niall fooling around on a segway, shirtless as his laughter echoes through the room. The big grey garage door open as Niall segways out of the room, the others following behind. I shrug to myself, walking out as well as the sunlight hits us.

It was all barricaded around the arena, so fans wouldn’t get inside. I had my phone out as I was playing games, and Niall stopped right in front of me. Laughing, I took a picture of him and posted it on Twitter, knowing the fans would go absolutely crazy.

@Kelsey_Ross: And this is how @NiallOfficial gets a tan, ladies and gents pic.twitter.com/nzsKPSf9299

            As we were out in the sun, I got a bit thirsty and was in need for some water. When I turned I saw Harry drinking some water and I grinned, taking it from him. “Hey!” he exclaims with a laugh.

            “Hi,” I smile back,  taking a sip of his water before handing it back to him. “Thanks.”

 

            Harry chuckles. “No problem.”