The Bucket List

She's that crazy musical genius who received a scholarship to Julliard, but vowed she would never play a note of music again, turned down the scholarship and moved across Canada to pursue journalism. Most people saw Summer Terrace as a lost cause, but she needed an escape. She decided that this was the time to do the things that she's been yearning to do. She was going to start on that Bucket list that had been sitting in her notebook for all those years. When this eighteen year old journalist's newest assignment is to go undercover as One Direction's pianist and write articles about everything that happens on and off the stage of their summer world tour, she is overwhelmed to say the least. Summer, now known as Hope Carter, has no clue how difficult it will be to keep her secret as she slips deeper and deeper into trust with each boy and get's swept off her feet by the 'the blonde Irish one.' After all, is it possible to be genuine when you're lying about you're very identity?

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5. Fame, Blame And Card Games

 

  I tried to grab the journal away from him, but he just smiled a goofy smile and blocked my hands with his arm as if it was a joke. But this was no joke. As he flipped through the pages, all I could do was stand there and watch him helplessly. He finally decided on a page and began to read it, smiling it himself. I peered over at the book and let out a sigh of relief. It was just my bucket list.

                ``Tell me you`ve ridden a double decker bus,`` he said, looking up at me. I shook my head. ``What! Why?`` he asked.

                ``It`s been a really busy week,`` I protested.

                ``We`re going now,`` he said, closing my journal and returning it to me. I quickly grabbed it back as if it was a stolen piece of gold.

                “You can’t just go on a bus down the street,” I protested, “You’ll start a mob!”

                “I’ll be right back,” he said running out. When he came back, he had a cap and hoodie on. As he entered the room, he lowered the cap. “I could go for a fake mustache too,” he suggested grinning. I laughed wondering what Niall would look like in a mustache.

                “I think you’re good to go,” I said as we walked out.

               

                “Can I see the rest of the list?” Niall asked as we sat on the top of the red double decker bus, driving down the streets of London. I still couldn’t believe I was doing this, and that no one had recognized Niall yet. I flipped through my journal and tore out the list. I decided from that point on, my journal wasn’t leaving my room.  I watched him uncomfortably as he read through the list. “You know, this stuff is doable,” he said, still looking down at my paper.

“Maybe,” I said, leaning over to stare at the list. I never thought anyone but me would ever see it. “But sort of silly at the same time.”

“No way,” he said, turning to me, “I think it’s really cool that you want to do these things.”

“Someday,” I said, letting the wind blow my hair out of my face.

“Just don’t let someday turn into never,” he advised.

“Deep,” I said, mockingly.

He let a smile creep onto his face as he continued to study the list, “What is the Tiananmen Square and why do you want to go on June the fifth?” 

“It’s this square in Beijing, China. Around that time there were thousands of students protesting around China, including in the square, against the corrupt government. On June the fifth of nineteen eighty nine the government sent tanks into the square to stop the protesting. It ended up killing hundreds of students in the square,” I paused for a moment to think what it might have been like to be there that day. I looked up at him and said, “They were just kids like you and I and they died for something as controversial as government. Could you imagine finding something that you cared about so much that was so important to you, that you were willing to lay down your life for it?” 

I waited while Niall studied my eyes harder than he did the list a few moments ago. Seriousness filled his whole face as I watched him lose himself in thought. Then suddenly he smirked at me and said, “Deep,” I grunted as I pulled his green cap over his face and sat back in my seat.

   

                “Are you ready for the madness,” Harry asked, smirking at me as he walked into my rehearsing room. I immediately looked up to see Harry doing his signature hair flick.

                “Come again?” I asked.

                “Once the tour starts, everything is nonstop. The fans, the paparazzi, the noise,” he said, sitting down, sighing.

                “Yeah, but I’m not the pop star,” I said.

                “You’re still on stage. You’ll still have to deal with it all.”

                “You don’t like it?” I asked, with a puzzled glance.

                “No, no, I like it. It’s just…”he stopped to stare off into space, “Madness. You’ll see.”

                I looked at him, unsure of what to say next. His heavy gaze made me slightly uncomfortable. “Well, I got to get going,” I said, grabbing my stuff and heading out the door, crashing into someone’s chest. I looked up to see Zayn’s big brown eyes. “Oh hey bud,” I said, smiling up at him.

                He laughed as he walked past me, “What’s your deal with Hope,” I heard Zayn say to Harry as I began to walk down the hall. I stopped dead still. There was no response. I felt my body becoming tense. “You know that Niall is half in love with her already, right?” I heard Zayn say. I peered back into the room to see Harry running his hands through his hair.

                “Yeah, I know. But what am I supposed to do?” Harry asked. My eyes widened as I hugged the side of the wall.

                “Really Harry? You get every girl,” Zayn stated. I rolled my eyes in disgust.

Ewwe.

                “Yeah, but she’s a freaking music prodigy! And what’s worse is that whenever she’s around, I get so nervous and intimidated that I can’t even flirt! She’s so confident and talented and gorgeous. I don’t know what to do because this hasn’t happened since I was ten,” he exclaimed.

                “This is a world record. Harry Styles has lost his ability to flirt,” Zayn said between snickers.

                Oh gosh… was this really happening? I thought as I began walking back down the hall. Then a thought so loud and distinct struck me so hard that I had to physically stop walking. Did Zayn say that Niall was half in love with me?

 

                Summer’s journal: May 11, 2013 – FIRST DAY OF THE TOUR!

                Harry was right. This is madness. It’s opening night. We had our dress rehearsal last night and tonight is the first show of the tour. I went outside at lunch to get some fresh air and all I could see were teenage girls in 1D t shirts. They were screaming, they were singing, some of them were even crying. Gosh, they haven’t even seen the boys yet and they were already crying! I haven’t even started my first article yet. Miss. Carol is going to kill me. I still can’t believe that Harry might like me. He doesn’t even act like he likes me when we hang out… which is quite often. Now I have to act as if I don’t know anything. I guess that’s what I get for eaves dropping. But what I’m most terrified of is what my life will be like when I wake up tomorrow morning. I have no idea if it will be exactly the same or if the whole world will know me. I could manage if I at least knew.

               

                “Please welcome One Direction!” a loud voice filled the entire arena. All of a sudden the sound of screaming girls got ten times louder as the five boys that I had spent the last two weeks with ran out onstage. My fingers swept over each key. I looked out into the crowd. Now THIS was madness. I couldn’t help but smile because I was part of something so huge. I really did feel like I was in an alternate universe. It brought me back to the first concert I went to. It was the Jonas Brothers. As I played I laughed to think that I was once one of those crazy girls screaming all the lyrics to the band that I thought I was in love with. I had the t shirts, pre ordered every CD, and drove three hours to go to their concert. I knew how big of a deal this was for every single girl in the arena. By the end, my ears were ringing, even though I was wearing ear protection.

                That night I was moved out of my flat and into a hotel with the rest of the band. I crashed my body into my neatly made bed. I couldn’t remember the last time I was so exhausted. I heard a knock on my door. Unwillingly, I dragged myself off of my bed, over to the door and pushed it open. It was Louis.

                “Hey,” I said, rubbing my face as if it was going to rub the sleepiness away.

                “We’re playing poker in mine and Harry’s room. Want to come?” he asked, pointing behind his shoulder.

                “I’m a girl, I don’t know how to play poker,” I said, looking up at him, unimpressed.

                “Then we’ll play Go Fish,” he said, grabbing my arm.

                “Can I at least put sweats on?” I asked resisting.

                He stopped to look at me sort of funny, “Sure.”

 

                “Guys we don’t have to actually play Go Fish,” I said, looking down at the cards in my hand.

                “Nope, we’re playing Go Fish,” Louis said. I was convinced that he actually wanted to play so I didn’t argue.

                “Where are the others,” referring to Josh the drummer and Andy the guitar player.

                “They went to sleep,” Zayn said, before asking Niall if he had a five of clubs.

                “But you made me play Go Fish?” I asked as the boys nodded.

                “It’s you’re first show. You can’t just go to sleep,” Harry said after asking Louis is he had a two of hearts. He had to go fish.

                “We should play Truth or Dare!” Louis exclaimed. “Hope, in honour of your first show, you can go first.”

                “Gee thanks,” I said, noticing I had a pair and putting it down with satisfaction.

                “Truth or dare?” Liam asked me.

                “Truth,” I said.

                “Woos,” Louis said under his breath.

                “Tell us about your best kiss,” Zayn asked, grinning at Niall who looked back at Zayn agitated.

                “I ... Umm...” I looked around at the boys that were waiting in anticipation as i scrambled for answer.

                “She’s never been kissed!” Louis screamed.

                “I’m sorry, I’ve never had a boyfriend. Sue me,” I said, throwing my hands in the air as I watched distraught faces fall on each boy sitting around the queen sized bed.

                “How?” Harry asked. He actually looked concerned, which I found funny.

                “I was busy,” I retorted, “I was a competitive cheerleader who got straight As, while being the vice president of my high school and playing eight different instruments,” I said, in one breath.

                “So pretty much you were too busy being super woman,” Niall said, laughing to himself.

                “But guys asked you out, right?” Harry asked. He seemed confused.

                “Not very many,” I said, looking down. "I guess I just acted really confident and that scared them off."

                “Okay, well since you couldn’t tell us about your best kiss then you have to tell us a different truth,” Liam said, putting down a pair.

                “Fine,” I mumbled.

                “Do you have any flaws?” Harry blurted out.

                “Because we’re determined to at least find one,” Liam said, jokingly.

                I bit my lip. I didn't really want to confess to five attractive British boys everything that was wrong with me. “Well, I’m a really slow reader, so I can’t really stand reading. I can’t play basketball to save my life. I’ve never been to Nandos,” I said, giggling as I watched Niall’s jaw drop, “And I guess I just never thought I was good enough.” All of a sudden I watched every boys’ eyes drop to their cards. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to dump on you,” I said, between laughs.

                “How could you ever think you’re not good enough?” Niall asked, shaking his head.

                “Yeah, you have the perfect girlfriend resume,” Harry said, looking up, “Cheerleader, check, gorgeous, check, musician, check, confidence, check, smart, check, doesn’t dump on you, check… that’s all a guy wants!” he said as I tried to hide a laugh.

 

                By the time I got back to my room it was two in the morning. I slid into my bed and instantly fell asleep. I don’t even think we finished the Go Fish game. We got too into the Truth or Dare game. But what I did remember was the feeling of utter terror when I was awakened by two hands grasping my mouth, a blindfold tight around my eyes, and the sound of complete silence.      

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