Page 69 of Broken Harmony
“You know, drinking before heading out on a big world tour is probably not the best idea,” Nate playfully chastises, chuckling.
“Nope,” I agree, sounding slurred. “But I’m celebrating.”
“Mmhhm,” he hums, raising a brow.
Because the movie was going to take months, living on the tour bus was something I didn’t want to do. So, I ended up getting a house here in LA. Kind of like home base.
It’s been nice to stay in an actual home, to be honest. I’ve kind of missed it. But I also hate staying still for too long and start to get restless, wanting to head back out on the road.
I share it with the guys, Liam, and Nate. At this point, I’m used to living with a group of guys. Whenever I’m meant to have my own pack, I don’t think there’s going to be much of an adjustment.
By the time we get home, I’m out cold. Someone carries me to bed, most likely Liam, and when I wake again, I feel like trash.
“Take this.” Liam’s voice sounds too loud in my ears.
“Thanks.” I sit up, groaning as I take the pain meds from him and down it with the glass of water he offers me.
“How are you doing?” He gives me this knowing smirk.
“I feel like death. Thanks for asking.”
He chuckles. “What do you need?”
I want to sayyou. I want to beg him to cuddle with me, so I can feel his large body against mine, smell his mouth-watering scent, and just feel at home, safe, relaxed.
I don’t say that, though. “A shower and some breakfast."
“That I can do.” He nods. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I tell him, raising a brow.
“Ally, when you found out about Lulu having Alphas, you looked like someone ripped your heart out.”
“Hey, don’t worry about me,” I laugh, getting to my feet. “I’m used to that by now.” I wink, hating the look of regret on his face as I make my way to the bathroom. Was it a low blow? Yeah, but hungover Ally doesn’t care.
I need to get out of this house and on the road again. I’ve been still for too long. I miss the road, the fans, the singing. The high of being on stage brings.
I need my mind to be distracted before I go on another downward spiral and find myself back in depression town.
How much longer can I do this to myself? Am I going to keep torturing myself by pining after people I can’t have, or am I going to take the step to find my own happiness?
I’ve already lived a big life, and I’m only twenty-five, but there are still so many more adventures I want to go on. I’m not like Liam; I don’t plan on sitting around and waiting to find my scent match. Life is too short.
No, you won’t sit around for your scent matches to come along, but you have no issues waiting around for people who will never want you back.
Ah, masochism at its finest.
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A few days later, the tour bus is parked outside the house. It’s a busy morning, people coming in and out of the house, prepping for the tour we’re about to go on.
A year-long world tour. We’re starting on the east coast of the US, making our way to the other side, and making a few stops in Canada before hopping on a plane to the other side of the world.
It’s the biggest one we’ve been on yet, and I’m fucking thrilled. More than that. I’m so damn excited, I can’t keep still.
It’s going to be insane, but I’m looking forward to it all.
No acting. No modeling. Just music, fans, the stage, and my guys by my side. It’s going to be perfect.
