I was holding Paris's hand. We ducked further down behind the sofa in All Time Low's dressing room. "I think I hear them," I whispered.
"Can't believe we're doing this," Paris laughed.
"Shhh," I said, just as the door opened. A very sweaty ATL entered the room. We started laughing and Rian's head appeared over the top of the sofa. We stood up and I smiled brightly.
"Why won't you stop stalking us?" Alex asked lightly.
"I'm not stalking you," I rolled my eyes. "I'm allowed to be here,"
"I thought Vic said stay in his room," Jack said.
"Details," I muttered.
"You're the only guys that ignore Effy's Dad and give us alcohol," Paris added.
"Yeah, you're cool," I smiled.
"Beer or Jack Daniel's?" Jack narrowed his eyes.
"Both," I smiled brightly. Rian held out the drinks and we went over. First I took a gulp of JD and then accepted my beer. Paris did the same.
"What brings you here?" Zach asked.
"We came to get topless photos of Jack," I explained casually.
"Leave me alone!" Jack exclaimed and sat down.
"Please," Paris begged.
"Not drunk enough," he shook his head.
"If you come to our bus past two then he probably will," Alex explained.
"How about a hug and a kiss?" I asked innocently.
"It's illegal," Jack laughed.
"It isn't, is it?" I asked Rian.
"As long as you don't put things where they shouldn't go in sixteen year old girls you can't get arrested," Rian nodded.
"Actually I'm British and here you can have sex at sixteen,"
"I'd still get arrested," Jack smiled.
"Please," Paris said. "Just a hug," she said. I went over to Rian and hugged him then kissed his cheek.
"See," I said and Paris copied me. We went around hugging Rian and Zach, then kissing their cheeks. I went to Jack and did the same, and Paris did the same to Alex. Then I went to Alex and Paris went to Jack. We hugged them and then both pointed to our cheek. As they leant in we both turned our head so they kissed our lips. We pulled away and started laughing. I high fived Paris and she grinned.
"Thank you!" I grinned.
"Cheaters!" Jack exclaimed.
"I'll tell your dad," Alex threatened.
"No you won't. He'll stop talking to you and you want to collab with him on the song you're working on," I smiled evily.
"Get out of my dressing room," Jack said playfully.
"Love you!" Paris called as we walked out into the corridor. We started walking when I saw Tony outside their dressing room. He saw us and frowned.
"What?" I asked.
"I think someone is underage," he said and took the bottles from us.
"Tony," I groaned.
"Come on," Paris tried.
"I'm saving you from your dad," he told me.
"Please," I begged.
"I'll put them behind the cooler. Wait until we go out on stage,"
"Thanks," I beamed and hugged him.
"Go on," he shook his head, amused. We walked inside and I reclined back onto the sofa. Paris was sitting next to me no and we started watching Pierce The Veil prepare. They were all dressed and Dad was doing a lot of weird warm ups. "He sounds like you high," Paris giggled.
"Might want to talk more quietly," Jaime said from behind us.
"Good tip," I grinned.
"We should snapchat the boys," Paris said quietly.
"What boys?" Dad demanded.
"How did you hear that?" I laughed.
"What boys?" he repeated firmly.
"No boys," I rolled my eyes.
"Why do you have snapchat?"
"So I can talk to my friends?" I sighed.
"And you don't receive . . . Anything inappropriate?"
"Just because Mike sends pictures of his penis to girls doesn't mean my friends do," I explained.
"I don't!" Mike exclaimed.
"Anyway, did you talk to your tour manager about stopping for a day so I can see Mum?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's all set," Dad smiled.
"Talking of Mum," I smiled and looked down at my phone. She was calling me. "Hello?" I asked once I had answered.
"Effy, it's me. Can you talk?"
"Not really," I bit my lip. "Dad's getting ready to go on. It's a little noisy,"
"It's only to let you know that I won't be able to make seeing you. I'm not even in England,"
"Where the hell are you?" I asked angrily.
"In Venice. I met someone. I'm staying with him for a while,"
"Mum, why are you doing this?" I asked desperately. I stood up and could tell everyone was staring at me.
"I'm sorry, Effy,"
"No your not. You haven't seen me in months. Don't you want to?" I muttered.
"Of course I do," she snapped.
"Stop it. Just stop it," I warned.
"Effy?" Dad asked.
"Why's she saying this to me?" I asked him.
"Let me talk to her," Dad said. I reluctantly nodded and passed him my phone. "Watch her Mike," Dad said.
"Sure," Mike nodded.
"Katie, what did you say?" Dad asked into the phone and walked out of the room.
"What happened?" Mike asked. I looked at him and threw my arms around him. He hugged me tightly to him and I sniffed. "You want to tell me?"
"She's not going to see me. She's too busy fucking some loser in Venice," I muttered against his shirt.
"Ahh, kid. Don't listen to whatever she said,"
"Aren't I a nice person?" I whispered.
"You're the best. Katie is just being fucking awkward. It just means she the one that'll have to pay out for a plane ticket to see you,"
"Effy?" Dad asked. I pulled away from Mike and saw Dad had come back into the room.
"What did she say?" I asked quietly.
"She's coming to see you once we get back. She's just really busy now," he explained. I frowned and he opened his arms for me. I went for a hug and he squeezed me.
"I miss her," I whispered.
"I know, Ef',"
"I want to go home," I breathed.
"You will once we get to Birmingham,"
"No, I mean SD,"
"Oh, well soon," he replied and I saw him smiled lightly. "Now are you okay?"
"Yeah," I nodded.
"Promise?"
"Yeah," I rolled my eyes.
"Good, because I have a surprise for you tonight," he told me.
"Okay," I nodded. I pulled away after he gave me one last squeeze.
"In the mean time, stay away from All Time Low. Bad influences," Dad said.
"They're not," Paris added quickly.
"Who said he was talking about Alex and Jack, blondie?" Mike teased.
"Five minutes," someone said. Everyone started to walk out and Paris and I followed them.
"You okay?" Paris asked as Dad, Mike, Tony and Jaime lined up to go out.
"Yeah, I will be," I shrugged.
"Effy, stay at side stage!" Dad called. I rolled my eyes but nodded. As they ran out I found an empty equipment box. I pulled it over and sat on it. Paris joined me as they started to play.
"This is really cool," she told me. "I mean, what city are we even in?" she laughed.
"Not sure. It's somewhere up North," I frowned and turned back to watch the gig.

As the show was coming to the end Dad had slowed things down with an acoustic. The song 'I'm Low On Gas And You Need A Jacket' was one of my favourites by them, even if it was another of his stupid film references. I felt Paris nudge me and I looked at her. "The fans are staring at us," she laughed.
"That's because I told them we're groupies," I smirked.
"Now before we play 'King For A Day' and you all go fucking nuts before you go home!" Dad yelled.
"It's so hypocritical that he tells me off for swearing," I said and Paris nodded next to me.
"I want you to meet someone really important to me!" he yelled.
"Does he mean you?" Paris asked.
"No," I laughed.
"Effy, come out!"
"Shit," I breathed. I looked up and saw Dad grinning at me. I shook my head violently and he sighed.
"Walk out or I'll get Casey to carry you out!" Mike yelled. I glared at him but got up. I walked slowly out on stage and waved a little to the crowd as they cheered.
"I hate you," I said when I reached Dad. He chuckled and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"You wanted them to know,"
"By a Twitter announcement. Not on stage," I grumbled.
"Loads of you are asking who this girl is now," Dad said into the mic. "And unless you go to her high school you don't know. She's not my girlfriend or groupie. Her name is Elizabeth-"
"Effy," I corrected him in the mic.
"Effy, and she's my daughter," Dad smiled brightly. "I haven't adopted her, she's my biological daughter. And I love her very much so please be nice to her and don't give her any hate," he finished.
"Can I go now?" I laughed.
"Hang on," he said and pointed to his cheek. I rolled my eyes and kissed his cheek. "Don't want to stay for a song?!" Jaime teased into his mic. I rolled my eyes at him and held my middle finger up to him. I started to walk off and waved again at the crowd.
"Give it up for my beautiful daughter!" Dad yelled and everyone cheered.

Notes

Hey! What did you think about this? Late update today, I've been putting the guitar bits to a song I wrote the other day. I love team Effy and Paris! What about Effy's Mum? Do you hate her as much as I do? All the fans know now :)