Luke slung the duffel bag over his shoulder, while Rylie stood beside him, her suitcase and essentials trailing behind her. They waited in the lobby, along with everyone else.
"I promise she's coming..." Rylie said, glancing at her watch. They had to leave in literally a couple minutes or their entire schedule would be thrown off.
Paul looked at her and nodded. He was obviously trying to conceal his anger with her, and Rylie knew why he was angry, but it was too late to do anything now.
"You had a responsibility." Paul mumbled, just loud enough for Rylie to hear.
"I know..." Rylie was not in the mood for a lecture. Not today. She was aware her father had just had a heart attack, but from what they talked about, she thought he was okay with everything. He didn't need more stress.
"No, apparently you don't." Paul said. "Now I've tried to be patient with you...but you were supposed to help us with the concert last night...and you made Luke miss his set. If you want to be a part of this tour, you work with everyone else. You don't use the countries to go sneak off with your boyfriend."
Rylie felt her cheeks get red. He was yelling at her in front of everybody, and the worst part was, he had every right to. Rylie and Luke did screw up, and she couldn't blame it on Luke this time. She could've said no, but on the other hand, you don't say no to Luke Hemmings.
"You're right, dad." Rylie said, her eyes set on the stitched patterns on the dirty carpet below her.
She felt an arm wrap around her, knowing it was Luke. "We are really sorry, sir. It won't happen again." he said.
Paul nodded, and motioned for Luke to walk over to him.
Oh gosh. Rylie thought. My dad's gonna tell him to leave or something. Everything's ruined.
Paul whispered into Luke's ear, and Luke nodded and whispered back. Paul smiled and patted his back.
Luke walked back over to Rylie, and reattached his arm to her shoulder. Rylie brought her lips up to his ear, and said, "What'd he say?"
Luke smiled. "Just that I was a good choice for a boyfriend." he kissed Rylie's forehead, but Rylie didn't feel so certain that was the full truth. Then again, maybe she was just paranoid.
Finally, everyone heard a squealing girl running down the steps into the lobby, a jumble of clothes in her hand.
"I'm here! I'm here!" she breathed, running up to Rylie.
She handed Rylie the clothes. "Thank you for everything." she said. "I'll be careful next time..."
"No problem." Rylie smiled. "I think I made a new friend."
"You sure did!" Summer said, and side hugged Rylie unexpectedly. "I just love new friends!"
Rylie was a little disturbed at the perkiness emitting from that girl. At the same time, it was nice. That was rare these days.
"Ok, we have to go." one of the security guards said. "Before all the screaming girls arrive."
"Bye!" Summer waved around the room, and then immediately stopped, her eyes wide and her mouth gaped open.
"What is it?" Rylie asked, staying behind for a minute as the others started heading towards the vans.
Summer looked at Rylie, her eyes completely in another dimension.
"What is it?" Rylie asked.
"Ni-Niall Horan." she breathed. "We just made eye contact, and I- I think I'm in love..."
Rylie smiled. "So does every other teenage girl on this planet. It's ok. The effects of love at first sight will wear off."
Summer grabbed Rylie's shoulders, and looked at her seriously. "No...it's got to be real! Please, take me with you! Be my wingman!"
Rylie was caught off guard at the sudden immediateness of Summer's voice. Nevertheless, she had to get her point across in a stern way. "It's not that easy." Rylie said. "You can't just hop on the tour bus with the rest of us. If we did that to ever girl who demanded we take her with us, we would have 5 million girls trying to cram into a couple vans."
"Please!" Summer begged and pleaded, her fingers crinkling Rylie's sweatshirt. Tears fell down her cheeks. "Plus, we're friends now. I don't want to go back to Tennessee! Please, please don't make me!"
Rylie bottom lip quivered. How could she say no? This had happened before, but Summer looked so sad and helpless. Her eyes bore into Rylie's soul, making her feel like a demon if she said no and walked away.
Rylie sighed, putting down her wall of emotions, and letting them flood out like a tsunami. "let me go ask my dad. Wait here."
Summer's eyes lit up, and she screamed. "Ok!"
Rylie suddenly couldn't bear the thought of her face if Paul said no...which he most likely would.
"Ry, come on!" the boys yelled. "We have to go!"
"Hold on!" Rylie said, knowing full well they had no time left to waste.
"Dad." she knocked on the window of the car, and Paul rolled it down.
"What?" he said.
"Can Summer go with us?" Rylie asked quickly.
Paul furrowed his brows, and shook his head vigorously. "Absolutely not! That's distracting for the boys, and I can already see the tabloids on the new girl with the band."
"Please dad!" Rylie put her hands together, and used the pouty face that always got her dad to agree to anything.
"No, I'm putting my foot down on this one, Rylie. Don't push it." Paul said, looking away.
"Only for the next concert. Then, I'll make her leave. Only for 2 days..."
Paul looked at her, and then looked at the time. He whispered, "Only for 2 days...that's it."
Rylie lit up, and hugged her dad through the window. "Thanks dad! She'll be appreciative."
Rylie stood on her tippy-toes to look over the car, and she motioned for Summer to get in the van. Summer smile from ear to ear, and she ran over and followed after Rylie into the last two seats available. They slid the door closed, and the van immediately took off as soon as a crowd of fans and paparazzi arrived.
Everyone looked at Summer, questioning her with stares.
"She'll be staying with us." Rylie said quickly, leaving out the fact it was only for two days. She would tell Summer that later.
The One Direction boys looked at each other with quizzical looks, and Rylie knew she wasn't being very clear. All she had to do was attempt to make Niall fall in love with Summer in two days. Piece of cake...not.
There was a quiet cheer from the back area of the van, and Rylie knew it was Ashton. She had forgotten about Ashton. That made her job even harder.