it was fun being-famous.

touring, parties, loud fans - it was hard to hate, especially with a band like yours; such passionate members that grew with you every step of the way.

especially in your eyes.

you hear a knock on your door, a familiar pattern. "hey." a familiar shadowed figure through your door. Tom opened your door slightly, inviting himself in.

"get up, we need you. we're starting in 20 minutes." he glared at you, but theres a certain glint in his eyes whenever he looks at you.

Tom impatiently waited for you, before walking towards your couch where you're slumped. towering over you. "up." he whispered "or ill have to drag you out of your pajamas and throw you infront of our fans, you wouldnt like that, would you?" his voice teasing as he smirked, chuckling to himself.