Warnings: None

Word Count: 1456

"How are you feeling?" you asked.

Josh stopped looking in the mirror and turned to face you. "Nervous," he laughed.

"Me too," you smiled.

Josh had offered for you to come sit in his dressing room while he got ready for the show. You had gladly accepted, happy to not have to deal with your anxieties alone on the quiet tour bus. The morning had quickly taught you how hectic tour life can be.

"Do you have your security badge?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's right here." You held it up.

"Good. Don't lose that."

"I wasn't planning on it. Not all of us get the luxury of security recognizing our faces at first glance."

"I'm assuming you haven't heard Tyler's security story, then?"

"No?"

"Ask him sometime. You won't regret it."

"Noted."

Josh leaned forward and messed with something on his face for a moment. You fiddled with your camera, triple checking all the settings.

"Did you get some good shots during soundcheck today?"

"Yeah, a lot of good ones! I'm so curious as to what the actual show is going to be like now," you smiled.

"You're going to love it. Tyler has such good stage presence."

"Didn't he mention that he likes climbing stuff?"

Josh laughed, "Yeah, he does when he has the opportunity. There will be plenty of chances for you to get photos of that."

"And you too! You're both in the band, you know."

"Yeah," he smiled nervously.

Josh walked across the room and grabbed the hoodie he needed. There was still five minutes until everyone had to get to their places, but it was obvious that he was growing more anxious by the second.

"Hey, you're going to be fine, Josh."

He turned to look at you, followed closely by the little smirk that he always seemed to do. You smiled, hoping that it would provide some reassurance. Sure, you two had only known each other a short time, but you liked to think that you had each other's backs.

"I always get so nervous before the first show. What if I've forgotten all the songs?" he laughed nervously.

"Haven't you and Tyler been practicing nonstop?"

"Yeah, but you never know," he shrugged.

"You're going to be fine. And if you get nervous, just look at me and I can give you a thumbs up or something."

He laughed at that, "Thanks, Y/N/N."

Your heart skipped a beat at the nickname that he and Tyler had come up with for you. It had happened when you and the rest of the tour crew were playing card games. Tyler had claimed that they should give you a nickname to make you feel more like a part of the tour crew. Thus, Y/N/N was born.

"Anytime."

Tyler walked past the doorway, whistling to himself. Josh called after him, and a few moments later Tyler had joined the two of you.

"What's up?" Tyler asked.

"You ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," he smiled.

"Hey, you two, get together," you waved a hand at them.

Tyler walked over and threw an arm around Josh. It was going to be a nice photo until Josh made a face, prompting Tyler to do the same. You laughed as you took a quick picture.

"Thanks, guys."

"Hey! Time to get moving!" someone called.

"That's our cue," Tyler said, pulling on a ski mask.

"A ski mask?" you asked.

"You'll see," Josh winked before pulling on his own.

You watched as the boys ran out of the room before you grabbed your things and headed your own way. It would be good for you to get a few test shots before the actual show started.

You were still in shock as you walked backstage,  covered in red confetti, to find the boys after the show. That was hands down one of the best concerts that you had ever seen--photographer or not--and you were in awe that you had the opportunity to be on tour with them. Today was only the first show and you were anxious to see what they had in store for the rest of the tour.

The boys were in Tyler's dressing room, having just changed into their normal clothes. They smiled as you walked into the room.

"What did you think?" Tyler grinned.

"That was phenomenal. I'm blown away."

"You think so?" Josh asked.

"No doubt! I was so busy trying to take in everything that was happening that I nearly forgot to take photos," you laughed.

"I can't wait to see your photos," Josh smiled. Tyler nodded in agreement.

"So, what now?"

Tyler was the one to answer, "Collect our things, lock up the bus, and hit the road."

You nodded, "Let's do it."

The three of you gathered all the clothes and supplies from the dressing rooms and carried it back to the bus. Tyler and Josh immediately collapsed onto the couch, but you grabbed your laptop and started to import photos. The more work you did now, the less behind you would end up feeling later.

"Hey, Y/N/N," Josh said.

"Yeah?"

"Why don't you bring your laptop over here? We can look through the photos together."

"Ok."

You picked up all your things and waddled over to the couch, taking a place between Tyler and Josh. They each scooted in and looked over your shoulder as you begin to cycle through your photos, marking your favorites.

"I like that one," Tyler said, pointing to one where Josh was doing a backflip off the piano.

"Yeah, that's a good one," you said.

Tyler eventually grew too tired to keep looking through photos, so he called it a night and headed off to his bunk. Josh stayed on the couch with you, saying that he wanted to keep you company for as long as he could. You were determined to finish editing at least a small handful of photos before you called it a night.

"How far are you?" Josh asked.

He had given up on trying to sit up straight and was now laying down at the end of the couch, eyes closed as he tightly clutched a pillow to his chest.

"Just started editing," you answered.

He groaned and adjusted himself slightly.

"You can go to bed if you want, Josh. I'll be fine on my own."

"No, I'm staying here," he said.

"If you insist." You reached out and gave his calf a light pat.

He started snoring about five minutes later. You looked over at him all curled up on the couch, unable to stop yourself from staring. He looked so peaceful in his baggy t-shirt and basketball shorts, mouth hanging partially open. His hair was pressed flat against his head from the hat he had worn for most of the concert. You wondered how someone could look so effortlessly beautiful.

He stirred slightly, causing you to whip your head back around to your laptop. The last thing you wanted was to be caught staring at him. Thankfully, he only adjusted slightly and immediately went back to snoring.

By the time that you got halfway through the photos, your own eyelids were so heavy that you were having troubles focusing. Josh was still passed out on the couch next to you, and everyone else had long since gone to bed. You figured that was enough for the night and the rest of the photos could wait until the morning.

"Hey, Josh," you said, nudging his leg.

"Huh?"

"It's time to actually go to bed."

"Did you finish the photos?"

"I finished all the ones that I wanted to get done, yeah."

"Ok, let's go."

Josh slowly got up off the couch and walked to his bunk. You followed and got into your own, pulling the blanket up around you. All the pictures around you were a bit unsettling, but you were quickly getting used to them.

"Hey, Y/N," Josh said from below you.

"What?" you whispered.

"Nice job today."

A hand appeared just inside your bunk curtain. You gave him a quick fist bump.

"You too."

"Goodnight."

"Night."

You closed your eyes and relived the concert as you began to fall asleep. That slowly turned into admiring how Josh had looked on stage. Then it became how cute he had looked as he was sleeping on the couch.

Your eyes shot open as the realization hit you. There was no denying it anymore, not after all the thoughts that had made their way through your mind that night. It didn't take a genius to figure out that you had feelings for Josh. Strong feelings.

Now you just had to figure out what the hell you were going to do about it.