Sophia’s POV

As I sat on the tour bus listening to the boys banter and joke back and forth, I thought of my best friend Brooke. She would totally get along with everyone, especially Louis, but I’ve always known her to be a Niall girl. She also liked Ashton Irwin from 5 Seconds of Summer.

“Are 5 Seconds of Summer touring with you guys?” I asked, tapping my foot on the floor of the bus.

Liam nodded and Harry scooted a little closer to me. “They’re on the bus behind us.”

I looked out the window and sure enough, there was another bus behind us. Brooke would be so ecstatic if she could go with us. Without thinking, I asked the boys about it.

“Hey, do you think I could bring a friend with me?” I asked, looking at Harry. I was hoping I could convince them. “You guys would love her. Plus, she can cook. Her dad is a famous chef. He's Gordon Ramsay.”

Niall suddenly jumped up and I knew I had him reeled in. “You have my vote!” He shouted. I giggled.

“I agree. She sounds like fun,” Harry said. "We've met Gordon actually. He's a right good fellow. And he can make a mean beef Wellington."

“Anything Hazza says, goes,” Louis said in a deep accented voice. Zayn and Liam just nodded.

“Great. I’ll call her.”

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I quickly dialed Brooke’s phone number. I couldn’t wait to hear her expression.

“Hey, girl. What’s up?” She greeted me with a high-pitched voice. I smiled at her cheerful tone.

“Oh nothing,” I swung my foot that didn’t touch the floor. “I’m just sitting on One Direction’s tour bus.”

I heard Louis snort with laughter, as did Harry and Niall. Liam and Zayn seemed to be occupied with something else.

“You’re what?” She asked loudly, sounding shocked.

“I’m sitting on One Direction’s tour bus and I was wondering if my best friend would like to go on tour with them? I’m going.”

I heard something fall in the background, then a slight squeal. “Of course I’d love to go! I’ll be ready in ten minutes!”

I hung up the phone and told the bus driver Brooke’s address. We drove there, continuing to talk casually. I told them more about my best friend and myself. Everything seemed to be going well as we pulled into her driveway.

I didn’t even have to get out because she was outside waiting for us, smile bright and eyes wide. She lugged a hefty suitcase behind her. As she came up the bus steps, I ran to hug her. We did a little happy dance and squealed a little, but not too much due to the fact that we were in the presence of One Direction.

I helped her put her suitcase away and we sat next to each other on the bus. Somehow, I could tell that this would be the best time of our lives.