If Love Is The Answer, Could You Repeat The Question?

So it’s like this: You’ve been on the road for two weeks now. Things definitely weren’t as shitty as they were to you the first night. Your mood had increased drastically the next morning and had stayed that way for the rest of the time.

No two days were the same on tour, there was always something new happening or going on, half the time you didn’t even know what it was. You learned that he liked to leave notes everywhere for everyone, most of them reminders of press and interview times for the band because no matter how many times you tell them, they could never remember unless it was staring them in the face at 12 different angles. You also learned how hard his job really was. He was busy basically from the time he woke up until the bus pulled out that night and sometimes even after that.

Most of the time you work merch with Vinny, which was a good time because Vinny was hilarious and watching him get worked up when a fan would utter “that one” never got old. Sometimes you’d be backstage, helping things run smoothly and doing the set changes. It was whatever he said you were doing via the little sticky note he liked to leave in and around your bunk and sometimes on your face. You also spend a solid amount of time cleaning up after the band. You did your best to keep the bus as clean as possible with seven people living on it, just so it was one less thing for everyone else to worry about.

It was exhausting at times and stressful, but it was also a lot of fun because everyone was just so friendly and nice to work with. Not to mention that when no one was around, he was stealing kisses and there were a few times you found yourself pinned against the wall with them on the other side, completely oblivious to what was going on between their tour manager and new intern.

You seemed to be okay with this secret affair that still had no title because it was thrilling trying to find spots to make out in without being caught and the chance of being caught in general, but there were a few times you wished he would just tell everyone so you could hold hands and flirt in front of everyone. And you were pretty damn sure Vinny knew because he always had that knowing look on his face every time you were both in the same room as him and the way he studied you when he was not so casually brought up in a conversation. You did absolutely nothing to hide it from him, because one person knowing is better than no one knowing, and it’s not like Vinny was going to tell anyone anyway, he would have already done that if he was.

You’re currently lying in your bunk, trying to get some sleep since you’ve only gotten three or four hours every night since you left. It was like high school all over again except drastically more fun and better so really nothing like high school other than being sleep deprived. You didn’t even mind being sleep deprived anyway, especially when it was for a good reason. You resisted the urge to get out of your bunk and crawl into his empty one, save for the few Mickey Mouse toys that he had brought with him. You just really wanted to sleep in his warm arms again and wake up to his dark eyes and sleepy smile. That was one of the very few downfalls to this and it drove you nuts that you were unable to curl into his side.

Jack started to scream about Home Alone and you wished you had a bb gun to shoot at him to make him stop. You loved him to death, he was hilarious and adorable but holy damn was he annoying when you were trying to sleep. You rolled over facing the curtain with a slightly ugly print on it and sighed loudly, but not loud enough to be heard over the laughter and yelling coming from the front lounge.

You almost wept in joy when the noise finally died down and everyone slowly started to make their way into bed. The bus finally fell into silence aside from the heavy breathing coming from the bunks around you. Apparently alcohol knocks them out fast when they finally run out of energy.

You were so close to slipping into a much needed deep sleep when the curtain opened and you were face to face with big brown eyes and an adorable half smile.

“Move over,” He whispered so quietly you barely heard him.

“What are you doing?” You ask just as quietly, scooting back so your back was against the wall as he climbed into your bunk. “Someone’s going to hear us.”

“No they’re not, they’re all passed out. An earthquake wouldn’t wake them up so we’re safe.”

You weren’t 100% convinced that you were safe but the part longing to be in his arms took over completely and you moved closer so that your face was buried in his bare chest and his arms were automatically around you. It had only been a week, but you missed this so much. You lift your head slightly and press your lips against his briefly before pulling back, leaving him made almost a whining noise. You chuckle softly, “We can’t get carried away.”

You feel him sigh before kissing your forehead and you both shift slightly so you’re more comfortable. You close your eyes, breathing in his scent and before you know it you’re out like a light.

-x-

You’re hoping and praying that you’ll wake up to a warm body next to yours but much to your dismay, when you open your eyes the next morning he’s gone. You think that maybe you dreamt of him sneaking into your bunk late at night, it wouldn’t have been the first time, but the smell of him on your pillow and the Mickey Mouse doll with a note attached to it proved that it was real.

Good morning beautiful, I’m sorry I had to leave; I’ll make it up to you tomorrow on our day off. Merch today.

You smile at his signature and the little heart by his name. You were almost expecting there to be an I love you at the end, but that was so far past wishful thinking it was just plain sad.

You roll out of the small space and head into the bathroom to fix your face and all that fun stuff. It was once you were done that you realized it was only 7:30 in the morning and you were already parked at the next venue. You quietly go through your morning routine of getting dressed, making enough coffee for all the boys except Rian gets up and drinks it all before anyone else gets any and cleaning up the mess from last night.

You step off the bus while pulling on the really nice black jacket the rest of the crew had that he had given to you on the second day. You walk around to the back where the trailers are and find Danny and him laughing with Monster energy drinks in hand.

“You know those things are terrible for you right?” You say, stepping into the trailer with them.

“Name one thing we’ve had on this tour that’s not terrible for us.” Danny laughs.

“Good point.” You go and stand by him, but not close enough to raise suspicion from Danny. You’re dying to kiss him on the cheek and lean against him as support because you’re dead tired but you’re not sure he’s be too welcoming to you doing that while Danny’s standing right there.

“What are you even doing up, it’s not even eight yet?” He asks. “I was going to let you sleep in.”

“Can’t sleep so I figured I’d come pester you guys and maybe help a little.” You answer.

“Hey how come you never let me sleep in?” Danny asks, faking being offended.

“You never ask.” He shrugged and turned to grab one of the cases.

“Can I sleep in?”

“Nope” He grinned, lifting the case and you couldn’t help but to notice how the muscles in his arms flexed with every movement he made. You forced yourself to tear your eyes away from his biceps and grab one of the cases with wheels.

Danny sighed dramatically before helping out too. It was relatively quiet as you unloaded and the rest of the crew joined in. Everyone was still half asleep and you wished you were in the band so you could still be in a warm bed instead of unloading a trailer, but oh well.

After unloading it was time to set up and it was probably the worst part after tearing down because there was just so much to do. Your main focus first was to get the merch tables and display set up which isn’t bad. The bad part is going through each bin and sorting through each size because when you’re rushed and fans can’t make up their fucking mind which shirt and size they need, things get mixed up really easily.

Once all that was done you basically just did whatever he told you to do, whether it be untangling wires that didn’t get tied up properly or hooking up the microphones or taping down wires. It was just whatever helped make everyone else’s job easier.

Your current job was to go through the M&G list and make sure all the information was correct and there wasn’t anything missing and it was all in order so all he had to do was check them off the list along with a bunch of other paperwork. It was really boring but it had to be done, plus that way everything was grammatically correct because it seems like he has really bad grammar, which was kinda cute except when you’re the one who feels the uncontrollable urge to go back and fix it all.

You had the papers spread out in front of you while you sat in front of the stage occasionally glancing up to watch him set up various microphones and you couldn’t help but to smile because he just looked so cute when he was completely concentrated on what he was doing.

The rest of the day was really quiet, well as quiet as you can get with Jack and Alex around. Everyone had burnt themselves out from partying the previous night and for the past few nights so there wasn’t as much craziness. It was kinda nice.

There was about an hour before the M&G when he grabbed your hand and led you to the bus. In the few seconds it took for you to realize that the bus was empty he had already locked the door and had you pinned against the counter, lips attacking your hungrily.

One of your hands found its place tangled in his hair and the other slipped under his shirt, sliding up and down his body. His stayed firmly on your hips while he pushed his body against yours until there was no space left. He bit your lip, begging for entrance and you gave it to him, biting at his tongue lightly causing him to moan into your mouth. Had it not been for the fact that he had that damn radio attached to his shirt you would have ripped it off of him by now.

You got tired of the counter digging into your back so you broke the kiss, pushing him backwards and pulled him towards the couch. As soon as your back hit the couch he was on top of you, lips back on yours. You dragged your nails down his back and he grinded into your body, making you arch your back for that much more friction. Somehow the kiss got deeper and teeth started to clash and your nails dug deeper into his back. If things got any hotter you were going to set the bus on fire.

You could feel his excitement every time he grinded into you and both your control was slowly slipped away. Suddenly a long string of static and muffled voices came from the radio and you both jumped apart at the burst of sound.

He groaned and rolled his eyes, “Alex is playing with the radio system again.” It seemed to be something that happened a lot more than you’d think. You consider ripping the radio from his shirt and throwing it across the room and starting the make out session again but there definitely wasn’t enough time if you both lost control.

You were both breathing heavy and your body was still on fire. He was hovering above you with his arms on either side of you and you slide your hands from his back and rested them on his forearms.

“So how do you plan on making up for the empty bed you left me to wake up in this morning?” You ask, curiosity burning.

“You’ll see,” He grins and pushes himself off you. You sit up and he kisses you softly.

“But I want to know now.” You push.

“Too bad, you’re just going to have to wait.”

You sigh dramatically, “Fiiiiine.”

You kiss him again, lingering on his lips before his phone beeped.

“Time for the meet and greet.” He mumbled. You laugh slightly, the last thing on his mind was wanting to dealing with screaming and crying fangirls, but better you than him because you may be able to deal with them calmly it doesn’t mean you like it.

You were vaguely aware of the fact that you both stepping off the bus together, your hair a mess from the couch and you were both still flushed and red from how hot things had gotten. You were doing a very poor job of keeping this a secret.