From New York, two days and many interviews later, they took a flight to Dallas, Texas where the boys would finally begin their wildly anticipated sold out tour. For Nora, watching them onstage, captivating the crowd – the thousands and thousands of fans – was almost breathtaking. What they were doing was absolutely amazing. And she was glad she could be one little insignificant part of it.
“Whadya think?” Harry smiled, cocking his eyebrow at Nora once he came into the dressing room all sweaty from being onstage.
“Uh, it was good,” she told him nonchalantly as everyone else filed into the room.
“You loved it,” he smirked at her.
“You guys did great,” Nora said to the other guys, ignoring Harry altogether.
“Thanks, Nora,” Niall smirked at her.
The next night didn’t go as smoothly for Nora as the first night. The tour was at a large venue in Tulsa, OK and everything seemed to be going fine. Nora was organizing supplies for the meet and greet, which was fine. But one of the boxes of tour posters was misplaced and it was her job to find it. She searched everywhere in the green room and in every single room that they occupied in the venue, but she couldn’t find it. There was nearly two hundred fans in this meet and greet and one box with the quantity of one hundred tour posters was not going to suffice. She was internally freaking out, thinking that if she didn’t find this box, she was going to end up getting fired on her second real day of work.
She quickly made her way out to the tour buses, scouring the luggage holds of most of them. When she finally found it, she took a deep breath and felt the tension leave her body. Everything would be alright. No fan would go home without an authentic signed poster of One Direction. Crisis averted.
Deciding to take just a moment or two to herself, she punched the code into the tour bus door and climbed aboard their traveling home. She was immediately met with a random blonde stranger sitting on the couch, texting on her phone. She looked to be about eighteen and Nora wondered what the fuck she was doing.
“Um, hi. Who are you?” Nora asked her.
“Oh. Hi. I uh… I’m waiting for my friend,” she said, pointing toward the back of the bus.
“Uh, you’re friend?” Nora questioned, looking at her incredulously.
“Yeah,” she said awkwardly, her cheeks blushing profusely.
“Who let you on here?” Nora asked sharply, feeling very aggravated that this random girl was just sitting in the tour bus.
“My friend is back there with Harry,” she told me.
“With Harry?” Nora asked, her eyes narrowing.
“Yeah,” she said.
Mother fucker.
He really had the balls to bring girls on the god damn tour bus? Was he kidding? They all lived on the bus. All their personal belongings were on the bus. Any one of these random girls could easily take whatever they wanted as a souvenir after banging Harry fucking Styles.
Nora stalked down to the locked door of the back lounge and pounded on it with her fist, feeling the anger bubble up inside her. It was her job, after all, to keep this little shit in line.
“Harry, open up right now,” Nora yelled through the door.
“Hold on a minute!” He yelled back.
“Now!” She yelled insistently.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” she heard him grumble.
Nora scoffed and moved back toward the front of the tour bus. A minute or so later, the back door finally opened and Harry made his way up front with the trampy little girl he was with trailing behind him, her face was bright red as it could get. Actually scratch that – Harry was the tramp, not her.
The other girl from the couch got up immediately when she saw her friend and without a word the two of them went to exit the bus together.
“Hope you had fun!” Nora yelled to them sarcastically just before the door slammed shut.
“What’s your problem?” Harry scoffed, furrowing his eyebrows at her.
“What’s my problem? What the hell were you thinking bringing some random girls on here? This is where you live. This is where we all live,” Nora started lecturing him.
“Spare me,” he scoffed, turning away from her, heading back toward the lounge.
“What the fuck are you doing? Like, was it worth it to get a hummer in the back lounge? You can’t just abstain for the length of tour? Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Nora kept at it, as she followed him.
“God! Do you come with an off switch?” He scoffed at her and she scoffed back, narrowing her eyes at him.
“Look, Nora. You’re not my mother. I can do whatever I want and you can’t do or say anything about it,” he told her, letting his cockiness get the better of him.
“You’re right. I’m not your mother. But Paul’s right in the venue and I’m sure he would like to hear just what you’ve been up to, don’t you think?” Nora threatened with as much attitude as she could dish out.
He let out a small laugh, shaking his head. And Nora knew she had him.
“And if you do that, I’ll tell him all about how you came on to me on the tour bus,” he countered, cocking his eyebrow as he moved in closer to her.
“But I never…” Her voice trailed off.
“Doesn’t matter. It’s my word against yours, isn’t it? And I don’t think Syco is going to take something like that lightly,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.
“You’re such a little bastard,” Nora seethed, narrowing her eyes into slits, glaring at him.
“And you’re going to keep your mouth shut, aren’t you?” He asked, which sounded more like a demand than a question.
They stared each other down for a few moments before Nora scoffed in defeat, spinning on her heels to exit the tour bus.
At that point, it was safe to say she hated Harry Styles with a passion.

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