6th Direction

Marina was suppose to be a solo artist. With her name on shining lights, having sold out concerts, and living next to Oprah. But for the next three years, she has to live on a tour bus and travel 24/7 with four British boys and one Irish who go by One Direction. Now that she signed the wrong contract and she can't take it back and change it...she has to become the newest member of One Direction. Now she has to deal with management and having to have a fake relationship between Niall and Harry. But the question is...can she handle the pressure of fame?


7. Bye Bye Bye

"So how was the crowd?"

"Huge and crowded. I hated it," I spoke into the phone.

"How come?"

"Claustrophobic, remember?"

Alice sighed deeply. "Well maybe Niall can help you with that."

I looked at the phone confuses and placed it back on my ear. I used my shoulder to keep the phone on my ear as I unpacked my duffel bag. "Why would I go to him, again?"

"He's claustrophobic," she responded.

"You know this how?" I asked.

"The internet."

I rolled my eyes and began to walk around my hotel room. "Ok then. I'll think about going to him."

"Good. So where are the boys?"

I sat on my bed and sulked. "In one of the boys' room to have a private meeting. Which I wasn't invited to."

They, well mainly Louis, declared that I was not to interrupt the meeting which was being held all the way at the end of the hall.

"Well go meet some of your new fans. That'll help you deal with your phobia," I sense her teasing me.

I rolled my eyes again. "Fine. I'll leave you to help your mom. Give her a hug for me."

I hung up and placed my phone in my jacket pocket. Nothing was on the TV, I had no one to hang out with, and the guys were unavailable. Maybe going outside was the best idea.

I left my room and made my way downstairs. I could hear the screaming from the 6th floor. As I got into the elevator I wondered if anyone would recognize me. I had a youtube channel under the username "marinax1998". I had about 35k subscribers and I made a few bucks from the covers I posted.

As soon as I recollected my days of YouTube I got a call.

"Hello?" I said confused.

"Hey beautiful," I heard a giggle.

"Oh goodness."

"Aw, you don't sound happy to hear from me," his voice whined.

"Well," I looked at the floor. "Beautiful is such an understatement."

He scoffed softly. "Let's not kid ourselves here. Anyways, guess where I am?"

Ding. I gulped loudly as I stepped out of the elevator. "Uh, L.A.?"

I walked into the lobby and there were hundreds of girls screaming there heads off. I could hear my friend saying something to me but the loud screams were unbearable. When they saw me, three quaters of them were yelling and chanting my name.

"Say that again," I yelled into the phone as I waved to the fans. I signed a couple of autographs and took some pictures before I could hear his voice again.

"New York."

I almost dropped my phone as I was being pushed out through the side door by Paul, the boys' main bodyguard.

"No way!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, I know you live in Jersey so I was gonna ask if you wanted to meet up."

I shook my head and covered my mouth before I could scream. "I'm actually in New York."

"Well then I guess I'll be seeing you a lot sooner."


I walked around Manhattan searching for a Starbucks. But not just any Starbucks.

It was the one my favorite youtube friend and I were suppose to meet at. So far I drank 5 iced teas considering I didn't want to walk into Starbucks and then leave without buying anything. Surely, cops would be on my ass because I "looked suspicious".

My bladder was about to implode when I saw down the block a Starbucks, crowded around by girls.

"White girls love their coffee."

I'd definitely have to tweet that with a picture. And so I did, to my 5,000 followers.

"Is this the line?" I asked running down the street and asking one of the girls outside.

"No. Some girl tweeted that she saw 5 Seconds of Summer in here and we all came to see for ourselves."

5 Seconds of who?

I pushed and crawled my way through when a pair skinny jeans and Vans stood in front of me. I slowly looked up and there he was; smiling widely with his dimples clearly showing. "Ashton! Am I glad to see you."

He gently picked me up and I brushed myself off. I looked around to see if anyone noticed my weird actions and every girl inside was staring at us.

"Do you know all of these girls?" I asked looking at him.

"Not exactly. But they know who I am."

"Wait . . .you're Five Seconds of Something?"

He scrunched his eyebrows and laughed. "Five Seconds of Summer. Anyways, I think our meetup has been exposed, we should find somewhere else to talk." He grabbed my hood and put it over me, covering most of my face. "Keep this on."

I frowned at the fact I didn't even know Ashton was in a legit band. He grabbed my hand and we made our way through the crowd. A few blocks down, I turned and I could still see the legs of girls trying to catch up.

"Those your adoring fans?" I joked.

"Yeah, crazy how they found me first and not you." I lifted my hood and eyed him angrily. He glanced at me and winked.

"Next time don't just text me Starbucks. I drank 5 iced teas because of you."

And as soon as I said that my bladder gave me a friendly reminder that I was about to pee on myself. "Can we go back to my hotel? I really need to pee."

"Sure. But what about your adoring fans?"

"They aren't all there for me. These guys I'm now going on tour with have a way bigger fanbase."

"Really who?"

I really didn't want to speak about them. If they couldn't invite me to the band meeting, then whybring them up into the conversation.

"No one important."

Ashton talked about his friends and how they got asked to be on tour because of their YouTube videos. I was too distracted by my bladder, but I gave him the best congratulations I could. We took the back entrance of the hotel and Paul was right there waiting for me.

"These guys must be somebody if they're are girls in here too."

I shrugged and made a run for an elevator. "Well to me, they're not important."

"You must hate these guys," he frowned.

I looked down and tried to think of how exactly I felt about them. "I hate only one of them. He's a real dick."

"Sorry you have to deal with that. Too bad you can't get out of it."

"It isn't like I haven't tried or wanted to. It's a huge opportunity so I'm gonna just take it and suck it up." Ashton started to giggle at what I said. Immatureness at its finest.

When we got back to the hotel the crowd was even bigger and cop cars were surrounding the crowd. I was only able to sign a few autographs and take a few pictures before things started getting out of hand. For a second, I thought Ashton got taken over by the crowd of screaming girls only to find him inside take selfies with fans.

"Thanks for leaving me," I punched his arm softly. He flinched, pretending to be in pain and winked at me.

"Sorry babes, you were a bit slow."

"Is that your girlfriend, Ashton?" one of the fake, slutty fans asked shoving her phone into our faces. "You would tell your fans if you had one right?!"

I looked at her in disgust. It's the winter and she was wearing see through tights, uggs, and an extra short crop top. Was her body from the waist down cold and everything else was hot??

"We're really good friends. You may know her from YouTube."

The girl looked at me as if I was a cardboard at the mall. She glanced at her friends who gave me the same looks and then looked at Ashton with a blank expression. "Nope, we don't."

"Well you should watch her-" I started to tug on Ashton's shirt, indicating that any second my pee was going to end up on my pants. I gave up and made a run for the stairs, no use wasting time but standing around for an elevator.

Once I was able to finally reach the 6th floor, I ran around the corner to my room and dashed to my room, only to see four girls sitting by my door. Once they saw that I noticed them, they started to make their way to me.

"Oh shit," I murmured to myself.

What was I suppose to do? If I stop - they're going to want to talk there heads off. If I brush them off - I'm the bitch who let fame get to her head.

"Sorry, got to go!" I yelled running pass them. I sped down the hall and around another corner to the room the boys' were suppose to be in. I banged on the door vigorously, pleading for them to open the door.

"What the heck?"

"Move! Bathroom. Now!" I pushed past Liam as he opened the door. The boys were standing at the doorway of an open room, looking at me confused. I scanned the room for a bathroom, considering that the hotel room was a lot different than the one I was sleeping in.

When I found the bathroom, I never felt so much joy to use the bathroom. I could hear them mentioning my name but I ignored it, just happy enough to use the bathroom. Note to self: no more buying iced teas; walk in, then walk out.

"Well now that that's taken care of, got to find Ashton," I sighed after finishing my business. I took my phone out of my pocket. "5 percent remaining...fuck."

I texted Ashton my hotel room and that I would meet him there in a sec. I shoved my phone in my pocket and swung the door open.


"Uh hey."

"You're a bit close to the bathroom door, don't you think?"

His cheeks got red fast and he looked down embarrassed. "Sorry. I was about to knock but you opened the door." I started to get embarrassed myself. Why was I being such an asshole to sweet ol' Niall.

"It's fine. You can use the bathroom." I slid past him and was about to walk out of the door when I heard an unfamiliar laugh...or shall I say giggle. "That can't be..."

I walked from the bathroom down the hall to the open room where the guys were standing at when I came in. The voices got louder and I heard that familiar giggle again. I peered my head in slowly, praying he wasn't in here. "Oh, hey Marina. Have you met Harry and Zayn?"

"Oh shit."

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