The show had come and gone, quickly as usual.

I loved every minute of it, as usual.

The girls did, too.

I'd grabbed water for the boys like I had at the other show, and gave it to them as they went past me.

The boys stood around and spoke with their girlfriends, and for some reason, I felt tired. Maybe it was just from emotional wear and tear...

After telling all the boys how well they did, we went back to the green room, and I laid down on a couch, burrying my face in it and staring downward a bit.

All the boys went off to change, and I could still hear laughter, cheering, and talking. I should join them but I crossed my arms and closed my eyes instead.

We were going back on the road tomorrow, and despite my tired demeanor, I was excited.

As I laid there, and my breathing shallowed, and I slipped in between the walls of conscious and unconscious, I was just aware enough to hear boots clicking along the ground, feel a hand brush my hair, and a pair of warm lips place a kiss on the side of my head.

~~~

When I woke up, I certainly wasn't on a couch.

Infact, I was moving.

I opened my eyes slightly, and Alex was carrying me bridal style, and we were walking towards the van, following the rest of The boys.

He hadn't noticed, so I took this as an opportunity.

I closed my eyes completely again, and moved my head closer to his neck.

I heard him let out a sigh, and not too long after that I felt myself being placed in the van.

It was then that I opened my eyes, and rubbed them.

Alex backed up, sitting next to me.

" 'Am sorry, didn't mean to wake yer." He said.

"N-No, It's okay. I wish you would've, you didn't need to carry me all the way here, I'm far too heavy for that."

Alex shook his head, "You're as light as a feather."

I felt a heat rise to my cheeks.

"W-Well, thank you..." I commented quietly.

"It's no problem, love."

Love.

Love.

Oh god, how good that sounded from his lips.

I thought that he'd move to his seat next to Jamie but instead he stayed next to me.

In turn, Christine hopped in the van, and so did Jane.

Nick was in the drivers seat, Jane in the passenger. Jamie was infront of me, with Christine next to him, and crammed next to them was Matt.

I was in the back with Alex.

I still felt tired, especially with the hour of night.

I let out a sigh as we started driving, music playing lightly in the background.

"Are yer still tired?" He asked.

I turned my head to face him and nodded, not really thinking much.

"Come 'ere." He said, throwing his arm around me and pulling me towards him.

I let him, and laid my head on his shoulder. He was certainly warm, and that quickly made me shut my eyes and fall asleep.

~~~

When I woke up again, it was from hearing giggling and shifting next to me.

"What the hell?" Alex's groggy voice ran out.

"Oh, mate." Matt laughed.

I backed away from the disoriented Alex and looked around to see Matt shaking two Polaroid pictures.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Here you go, one for each." He laughed, handing me and Alex the Polaroids.

I looked at it and a heat rushed to my cheeks, and a smile sat on my face as I gazed at it.

The image was of me, with Alex's arm wrapped around me, my head on his shoulder and his resting on top of mine.

I laughed as i looked over to Alex.

He had a bit of a forced smile on how face.

We all climbed out of The van after a moment, making our way inside, and to our rooms.

Once we were there we all changed.

Jane was in our room, and Matt was already asleep.

I was wearing my pajamas again, and I sat down on the sofa.

"I can take the sofa, Nick. Don't worry about it." I called softly to him.

"Pip, I-"

"Hush! You see me every day of your life, but you haven't gotten to properly see Jane in a long time. I don't mind, really." I said.

He stared at me for a moment.

"You're the best, pip." He sighed.

"I know."

"Shut up!" He laughed.

I laid back on the sofa and Nick and Jane crawled into bed.

I found myself asleep again in no time, but I awoke around 3 am once more.

I was sweating a little bit, and I contemplated taking a step outside.

I stood and carefully walked to the door, peeping through the glass from behind the curtain, to find Alex on the next balcony.

He was smoking again, but he was on his cell phone.

Him using his cell phone was not something that you saw, and it was only in the rarest of moments.

He didn't particularly understand the need or want or even how to use a lot of technology.

It was scarcely used, and really, id only seen him use it a few times to contact his mum.

Though I knew that I shouldn't, I couldn't help my curiosity.

I cracked open the door about an inch, and listened carefully as i watched him.

"I know." He murmured.

"Yeah, well-" he stopped suddenly, as if he were cut off.

He looked down, then back up taking a puff of his cig.

"That'd be wonderful, love." He said into the phone.

Love?

Who was he calling love?

I'd turned away for a minute, and then when i came back to, I heard him say, "Alright. Bye."

He hung up and lit a new cig.

I took a step outside.

His head turned over.

"Up again?"

I stared at him for a moment.

"Not by choice." I said, plopping onto a chair and bringing my knees up to my chest, setting my chin on them, and wrapping my arms around them aswell.

"Are you alright?" He asked after a few moments of silence.

This felt a bit awkward, and I wasn't sure why I felt a bit off.

"Fine." I said.

He didn't say anything, but there was an odd, tense air around, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't figure out what.

It was like that for a while, then he finally spoke.

"Can I sit in the back with yer, tomorrow when we are off again?" He asked.

I raise my eyebrows and looked at him.

"Of course. I don't see where else you'd sit." I replied.

He laughed, "Just thought I'd ask." He smiled.

I smiled back and took his face in.

He had such a strong capability to hide his emotion.

A lot of the time it felt like he never had emotion, unless he was on stage or writing or performing in general.

But... Despite him seeming like a stone, sometimes, just sometimes... You could catch his waves of emotion.

If you looked into his eyes at just the right moment, you saw the indescribable emotions that crashed within his head.

This was one of those moments.

I felt strangely comforted by it, knowing that I'd looked just long enough to catch that glimpse of emotions, which seemed to show just a bit in the 3 o clock hour.

I looked away and held myself a little tighter.

After a few minutes, I looked back at Alex.

He was still, like a statue.

He was looking out at the skyline, and he looked to be in deep thought.

Something was running through his mind, though I wasnt sure what it could be.

"Are you alright?" I then asked.

He looked down and then over to my balcony. He walked over to the end of his, and I almost screamed when he climbed over it.

I jumped to my feet, scared, and not knowing what was about to happen.

He leant forward and held a hand out to me, which I quickly took, completely clueless and scared.

He gripped my hand tightly and then jumped over to my balcony, almost falling forward but id caught him just in time.

"What the hell?!" I shouted and he hushed me.

"I just felt like coming over here. It's easier to talk." He whispered.

"You could have bloody fallen!" I whisper shouted at him.

There was a good 4 or 5 feet in between the balconies.

"I didn't though,"

"Jesus..." I turned away and plopped back into my chair.

He sat next to me, and though he said that itd be easier to talk, I knew that that wasn't what he had in mind.

We sat there for an hour or so in complete silence, just staring out at the sky.

When it hit about 4:42, he finally got up.

"We should go back to bed before anyone notices that were out."

I just nodded.

"See you in a few hours." He murmured, running a hand down ny hair, grabbing some hand holding it as he walked until the length ran out and it dropped back to my side.

He climbed back over with no problem and sent me a smile before going back inside.

I went back inside as well, and I laid on the couch, not remotely tired.

The sun soon rose, and I showered and changed. By the time that my hair was almost dry, everyone had woken up.

Everything felt so fast paced, and before i knew it, we were in the car and on the road again.

Nothing extraordinary happened, though everything that Alex did caught my eye.

My phone buzzed in my pocket.

I jumped a bit, which caused Alex to turn his sunglass covered eyes towards me.

I grabbed it and opened the text.

It was from an unknown number and all it said was, 'Soon xx VM'

I read it over and over.

What does that mean?

Soon? Soon for what?

I felt my heart race a little faster.

VM?

What did VM mean?

Whose number was this?

I gulped and shoved the phone back into my pocket, completely unsure as to what it could mean.