5sos Preferences You Get Hurt While He's On Tour Novels & Stories

I paused in my step, glancing at her before glancing at Nick. “If mommy wants to come sweetheart, than yes, just the four of us.” “Where’s your girlfriend?” I asked. “With her friends. I think she sorta figured I was a little upset.” “Just a little Nick?” He grinned, picking up both kids and heading out to the limo. “Don’t you get tired of fast food?” Three heads turned to look at Kris, who glanced at each of us in turn. “What?” “Let me share something with you since things between you and AJ look promising. Fast food is their life line. You better get used to it if you go on tour.”

He was looking at me intensely so I shifted my gaze and looked at the floor, knowing how my cheeks were betraying me. I recovered quickly and asked the next question, "Ok, what's your favourite color, food, band, celebrity?" "Whao, whao, one question at a time. Um... green, I love Mexican food, don't particularly like any, probably Jennifer Lawrence." I gaped at him when he said he doesn't like any band. "Set it off, 5SOS, One-Direction, BTS, Atc, they're all great bands, how could you not like any one of them?!"

“It's fine, guys. I just want to cooperate since I don't like losing.” “Sorry about them, Phyllis. They just want this vacation so badly. We've been working nonstop for months. Of course, we're grateful for the constant support of our fans, but every once in a while, we needed a break too.” Ashton apologetically explained, fearing that his members pressured Phyllis. “I understand, Ashton. We all need a break from this busy life.” Aster patted Phyllis' head. His gentle eyes locked at Phyllis' with his lips curled into a proud smirk. “We won't lose for you too. Let's work hard and get that well-deserved vacation, shall we?”

Kyle screamed grabbing a hold of his leg, we had started drawing attention to ourselves, "Could you keep your voice down?!" Bruce whisper shouted at him, "and why do you have to bring up Glow" he pulled Kyle closer by his red sweatshirt and whispered "especially after knowing how Vic gets when you mention her". They both turned to look at me, I feel so bad now because they miss Glow and its all my fault that she's not talking to them, if she'd only given me an opportunity to apologize. "Guys, you don't need to stop talking about Glow or even talk to her, she's your friend too" I sigh looking at my lunch, today I had leftover pasta from the night before and meatballs, another reason why I mis

Star-Moon Media had just issued a statement not long ago, saying that in order to save a five-year-old little girl from the human traffickers, she was injured by the criminal with a knife, and was currently being treated in the hospital. The news explained the reason why Jessica was hospitalized and she apologized to her fans, saying that she might be absent from this concert. Below the statement, the fans of the Jessica were distressed for her while crying. They all said that they would wait for her personal concert after Jessica recovered from her injury. Because Jessica had to quit the concert because of her good deeds, the fans were not dissatisfied. On the contrary, they all felt sorry

“That’s why I’m going to be real with you when I say you need to get your head back into the music. Hell, your heart needs to be in it, too. Because there’ll be tens of thousands of fans cheering you on at this tour, and they deserve someone giving their all to it. Someone who gives a fuck about what they’re doing.” Annoyed by his words, I roll my eyes. I’m sick and tired of everyone telling me this bullshit. “What’s up with everyone being on my ass about my heart not being in the music anymore?” Poe shrugs, pulling at the label on his water bottle. “You seem like you don’t want to be here.”

The beach left marks—literal and not. Sand in my sheets for days, faint bruises on my knees from the driftwood, and a deep ache in my ass that made sitting at work feel like delicious torture. Jonah kept the texts coming like clockwork: filthy promises, timestamps, and demands. *Concert next Friday. That outdoor venue downtown. Wear the short denim skirt that turns me on by just staring at your hot legs. No panties. I want easy access in the crowd.*

Sometimes I think he studies too hard. “Fuck off!” Logan snaps. “Maybe you should hold his hand or stroke his hair,” Enrique continues calmly, “In case the whole PTSD thing is flaring up again.” “Fucking jerks,” Damion murmurs. Does he really have PTSD? “He’s just on edge,” Jackson says. “We all are. It’s time.” Time? For what? “Hells yes,” Logan agrees. “When we’re back together, the San Francisco Boys ride again.” I’m one of a few who know who the famous SFB really are. Doing their death-defying stunts. Sharing it on their 400 billion subscriber channel

"Because of these practices, I have to eat quickly or even skip lunch. In addition to that, since I carry a guitar with me, girls ask me to play it for them like I'm only here to entertain them." "Why don't you just refuse them or say that you're tired?" "I don't want anyone to look down at me." He paused and said, "Hailey, I'm sorry for postponing our tour, I can't do it because of the event," he sighed. "I hope this is okay with you." "It's alright," I answered, shaking my head. "I'm not bothered." He nodded and resumed eating his meal. I thought he was happy to be surrounded by those girls but I didn't know he was feeling uncomfortable. So popular guys do feel uncomfortable too. While I w

“I thought you were on tour again.” “We were, but it looks like we’re going to have to cancel more tour dates.” “I thought Trey was okay now.” “Yeah, he’s fine. Sed injured his throat a couple days ago. Blew a vessel in the middle of a concert. Passed out. Fuckin’ blood everywhere.” “Jeez, are you all on a bad luck train, or what?” “Eric thinks the album is cursed.” He laughed and lowered his eyelids to conceal his chocolate brown eyes. “I brought you…” He flushed as he reached into a pocket inside his jacket.