Face the Music

Julia is your typical sixteen year old girl. She lives with her mother and her little sister Marty, she has her insecurities, she has her boy issues, and oh yeah, her love for the British/Irish boy-band One Direction. When her seventeenth birthday arrives, everything seems perfect....until it all fell apart piece by piece. But to every rainy day there is always a rainbow, what will happen when she unexpectedly 'falls hard' for not one, but two of the boys in One Direction? And what would happen if they both like her back? Would rivalry break everyone apart? Or will the fandom get to them first? Just as life is, every situation has two faces. One is an amazing benefit, and the other could lead to sacrifice...


5. Face Trust

We were on our way to the radio station for the interview, when I looked outside. A bus had an advertisement with the same bold letters I had seen in my magazine that moring. It was another One Direction Ad. with captions to buy tickets for their next concert. I didn't have the opportunity to see them in concert, but I was now in their tour bus! So many girls dreamt of this moment, and I was lucky enough to live it.

     "Hello!" said Harry as he sat next to me on the small bed. There were two beds on top of each other on either side of the bus, with curtains for privacy. I compared them to the ones in the first class seats on most long distance trains like the VIA Trains we took to our trip to Ottawa, or even the ones in first class planes. Anyways, I smiled at Harry and returned the greeting. "So do you live in Toronto?" he asked me. "Yes, sort of my whole life." I played with the hem of my skirt and looked down being a little embarassed to stare him in the eyes. "And you live near the Molson Amphitheater?" "Yeah. I was going to keep running until the door decided I should stay for a while." Harry laughed and then put on a serious expresion. "It looked like you were crying when we found you. I said you must have felt gutted about something, but Paul said it must have been all the force from the door hitting you in the face making your eyes feel sensitive." I thought back to this morning. "You were right I was pretty upset." Harry leaned forward making his head poke through from the curtains. "Hey Paul you owe me five dollars! I was right." I giggled about the fact that they made a bet to see who was right about the reason I was crying. "Sorry continue?" He said looking sympathetic again. I told him about my whole day so far, and that I was dressed up as I was supposed to go out for dinner and a movie with my family. But nothing worked out. "For what it counts, you look beautiful." said Harry making me blush and my cheeks feel burning hot. I was about to tell him about Bethany, but I stopped. If I told him about Bethany, I would have to tell him about the sixth grade incident. Could I trust him?

     I had gotten so much experience with people who I couldn't trust, I didn't even know how to tell the trustworthy and untrustworthy apart anymore. But there was something in his eyes that convinced me that i could trust him. He listened to me and seemed to really understand. When I was done he took my hand in his and said, "Don't worrry the five of us will make sure today truly is the best birthday you've ever had!" I thanked him with full sincerity and used my other hand to brush the loose strand of hair from my face. It was then that I realized that I was missing something. "Where's my hat?" I just noticed that I didn't have it since I got on the bus. I would be torn if I left it back at the streets in front of the Molson Amphitheater, it was from my grandmother! I looked around for it, but to my surprise, Harry took it out of his pocket! "This hat?" He gave it to me and I held it in my hands. "Thanks" I didn't know what else to say. "When Paul picked you up, it fell from your head. In the rush to get to the bus, I didn't have time to give it to you until now." I looked into Harry's sparkling green eyes, he was different from other boys I had known. The bus stopped with a sudden halt making me almost fall into his arms. "Here we are all of you out. And Julia, make yourself at home." All the boys waved to me as they left and Paul told the driver to park the bus at the back. I thanked Paul again for letting me stay and I turned on the radio to the station Harry told me they were interviewing for.

    The driver was one of the only crew members other than Paul who was always with the boys on the bus. He told me he was going to go to the nearby Tim Hortons for coffee and would be back soon. When he left, I was truly alone in the bus. My back and forehead had gotten a lot better, so I decided to give myself a little tour of the bus. The front of the bus had a long black sofa, and a table with two smaller seats across from each other. On the opposite side of the wall, was a flat screen T.V and refrigerator. Then, a sliding door revealed the beds and the washroom. And finally, another sliding door led to a quaint room with mirrors, sofas, and another T.V that was even larger than the one in the front of the bus. There were various game consoles attatched to a game station beside the screen. "So this is where the other boys disappeared to when Harry was talking to me." I mumbled to myself. I turned on the televison in the front of the bus and surfed some channels until I saw the Olympics. I suddenly realized how much I missed Marty, so I decided to call home. I took a breath and embraced myself for what I might hear on the other end...

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