Charly

Charlys body hurt all over after the intensive gym session with Mark yesterday. She was almost crawling as she walked into the dressing room later that day. “Oh my god, I’m dying. Mark wrecked me yesterday…Shut it, Tomlinson. I know how that sounded”, Charly put her hand up to stop Louis from commenting on what she had just said. She slowly walked over to the couch and sat down next to Niall. “Ah…ah…ah…oh god, ouch”, she moaned as she sat down. “Ah…ah…ah…ahhhh”, she moaned again as she sank back into the cushions. “Does she sound like that during sex?”, Louis asked as a joke and Liam almost said “Yes”, but bit down on his lip to stop himself. “Shut up”, Charly groaned with closed eyes. “Can I get you anything?”, Niall asked friendly. “A new body or water. Whatever’s easier. I prefer the first one though”, Charly said. “I think I’ll try the water first”, he smiled and got up to go over to the table. “So Mark ‘wrecked’ you last night? What exactly did he do? Something his wife needs to file divorce for?”, Louis asked. “You know, sometimes it really amazes me that nobody had killed you yet, Louis”, Charly said. “They don’t dare to”, Louis replied with a smug grin. “If I could move, you’d had to run”, Charly glared at him. “Here you go”, Niall said and handed her the water. “Thank you so much, Niall. You’re the only one that’s good to me”, she said, grabbed his hand with the bottle in it and kissed it because she could not get up to hug him.
“Hey, you’re up from the dead”, Zayn joked as he saw Harry walking through the door. “Hey, lad. Good now?”, Liam asked. Lisa walked in right behind him. She had been with him all day, like a mother. “Time to get ready, ladies”, Paul came in and clapped in his hands. Everybody got up with a long moan and started their pre-show preparations. Zayn went over to Lou to get his hair done and Liam and Niall went over to Lisa to see what she had picked out for them to wear tonight. Helene, their vocal coach, ran around and made sure, everybody did their warm up.
Harry on the other hand went over to the now free spot next to Charly and laid down on the couch, placing his head on her lap. She automatically started to run her fingers through his hair. Also, that was one of the few movements that didn’t hurt right now. “Just 5 minutes, okay?”, he mumbled as he closed his eyes. “Of course, honey”, she said and closed her eyes herself, feeling tired of just breathing.

“Louis, what the hell are you doing?”, Lisa asked loudly and got Charly and Harry to quickly open their eyes a few minutes later. Lisa’s eyes got big as she watched Louis step with his left foot on his right one, getting dirt all over his new shoes. “They look so new, that’s weird”, Louis explained, but didn’t stop doing it. “Will you stop now, bloody hell?”, Lisa screamed out. Harry sat up to watch the situation.
Louis challenged her with his eyes and kept the eye-contact while still stepping on his shoes. “If you step on your shoes one more time I will step on you”, Lisa warned him. Louis looked at her, his right foot hovering over his left one. They fought a silent stare-battle. Then Louis stepped on his foot. “Alright, Tomlinson, you’re done”, she said and started to take off her shoes. “She’s taking her shoes off, Tommo, she’s serious. You better start running now”, Harry said and his eyes wandered hectically between Louis and Lisa with childish excitement. “Oh please”, Louis didn’t take this warning seriously. “Dude, she has three brothers, she will take you down in no time”, Charly commented from the back, still leaned back on the couch. Louis looked to Charly, to Harry and then Lisa. “Run”, Lisa said in a calm sound and the next second Louis started running out of the dressing room, Lisa right behind him. You could hear them out in the hall shouting and running. “I’m sorry for her brothers”, Liam said, now sitting in Lou’s chair. “I’m just jealous that they are able to walk properly”, Chary said and got everyone to laugh, except herself because she was dead serious.

Another 20 minutes later, it was show-time. Everybody was dressed and ready and, most importantly, everybody was alive. “Come on, Charly. Still need to do your job”, Paul said as he walked past her and winked at her sarcastically. She groaned and pouted. Getting up was the last thing she wanted to do right now.
“Let me help you up”, Niall said, as he suddenly stood in front of her and held a hand out for Charly. Slowly and gently he pulled her up from the couch, nothing like Liam this morning. She stood quite close to him as she was up on her feet and looked up until her eyes met his. “Will you carry me?”, she asked with a little-girl-voice. Niall chuckled. “If you want me to?”, he asked and attempted to wrap his arms around her waist and legs. “I’m just kidding”, Charly playfully punched his arm. “But thanks for the offer”, she smiled at him and started her way to long journey to the side-stage where she always watched the show from. Hopefully, Paul wouldn’t need much from her tonight and she could just watch the show from a chair.

She rethought the offer of Niall to carry her after there had been some problems with the lights during the show and she and one of the mechanics had to run around backstage to fix it without interrupting the show. Charly had pulled herself together, but she was internally weeping. All she wanted was to go back to her room and take a long, hot shower and then fall onto her bed to sleep forever.
“Don’t forget to watch over the people packing up the gear for Sweden”, Paul reminded her while following the band back to the dressing room. Charly’s head fell to her chest and she grunted in frustration. “Alright”, she sighed and turned around again to walk back into the arena.
Some of the crew started on the stage while the people were walking out, but they still had to wait until the staff of the arena had cleared the whole area. Some fans refused to go because they thought the boys would come back out to take some pictures. Charly might as well clear that up right now. “Hey girls, did you enjoy the show?”, she greeted them as she came closer to the barricades. “Yeah, they were totally awesome, I’m gonna die!”, one of the girls screamed. “You’re Charly, can I take a picture with you?”, another tall one asked. “Sure, but I just wanted to tell you girls that they are not coming out. They are very tired and we have an early flight tomorrow. They appreciate that you came tonight and happy that you had such a good time”, Charly explained and watched as their faces went sad, one tiny blonde one even started crying. “If you still want the picture…?”, Charly asked and shrugged her shoulders. The tall one took a picture with her, but didn’t seem too happy about it, but Charly was too exhausted to actually care.

When she finally came back to her room, it was almost midnight. She found it empty and steaming hot since they had forgotten to turn on the air conditioning before they left that afternoon. Charly quickly turned it on and went to the bathroom. Although she was sweating, she still needed a hot shower to relax her muscles. Weirdly enough, she felt a little bit better than she did in the morning. Seemed like Liam was right with his “keep moving”-advice. If she told him, she would never hear the end of it.
She half dried her hair and put on a shirt and pajama shorts and finally lay down on her bed. The only thing she wanted right now was to drift into a peacefull and hopefully long sleep.

Notes

I know it's bit short, but the next one is a special one ;)

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