Part 50

                                    

                                          
Hannah's POV

                          
"I'm home" I say walkling out the airport, I take a deep breath in  and smile. As if by magic the bus is there and we all get on. I sit on  the couch next to the window. The bus starts to move and I watch out the  window in awe. I feel small, I feel like this place has brought me back  to reality. 

                          
"Han you Ok?" Michaels soft voice breaks my train of thought
                          
"Yeah" I whimper, he sits beside me and watches out the window with me
                          
"It's beautiful" he whispers
                          
"You never know how much you'll miss something until it's gone" I say
                          
"Yeah" he mumbles
                          
"You know, I used to hate living here. All the rain and stuff, guess I never realised how lucky I was" I say
                          
"Well at least your here now" he says
                          
"Shut up" I giggle
                          
"What?" he says offended
                          
"I hate serious Michael" I complain
                          
"Ok he's gone now" Michael chuckles pulling a stupi face 

                          
"Oh My God, we're here" I squeal. We get off the bus and walk into  the venue, I quickly find my dressing room which unfortunately is right  next to the boys. They are so loud and annoying. There is a mini-fridge  in my room, I open it and find all sorts of scottish treats like Irn bru  and shortbread. I down a can of Irn bru and steal Ashtons speaker from  their dressing room and play 500 miles by the proclaimers.
                          
I dance around and Calum walks in confused "and I would walk 500 miles" I scream "Come on Cal-pal dance with me" 

                          
He  shrugs and dances with me, when the song ends I colapse on the couch in  fits of giggles. Calum leaves me alone and I sit with my guitar trying  to learn a new song, I give up and go for an explore.
                          
Before  I know it it's six o'clock and I'm getting dressed to go on stage, I go  to the boys dressing room and sit with them. They sit and throw bits of  paper at me and I throw my bottle of water at Luke and it explodes and  soaks him. As soon as I see it happen I run out the room.
                          
I  hear Luke yelling and running after me, his stupid long legs make him  catch up to me. He picks me up and rubs his soaking wet t-shirt in my  face "Ewwww, I might get lepracy" I scream
                          
"Shut up" he chuckles setting me on the floor
                          
"I have to go open for your show" I sass walking away
                          
"break a leg" he shouts after me
                          
"get hit by a bus" I say wishing him luck
                          
I'm  ushered by a crewmember to the stage and I hear an erruption of  screams. I start my set and about three songs in I start to talk "Hello  Glasgow" I yell "It's nice not being the one with a weird accent"
                          
The  rest of my set flashes by and when I come off I watch the boys. They  are putting a certain effort in this concert. Halfway through they make  some joke about my accent and I colapse laughing.