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?


9. Welcome To the Family?

"God, I know I've been questioning your faith and all that for some time now, but I beg of you . . . get me out of this hell hole."

"And thus, God said, You better work bitch."

I rolled my eyes and emerged from the corner, pushing past Louis. He becomes more of a jerk to me everyday. I thought we were past the 'new member of the boy band is a girl' phase. I bought him coffee for like a week straight. I was his fucking errand girl for a week and he still treats me like shit.

"Hey Marina, it's your turn." Liam shouted at me from across the room. I slowly jogged to him before a hard object hit me in the face and I fell to the ground.

"Holy shit!" I heard them all shout simultaneously. I rubbed my forehead and searched for the object that hit me.

"I am so sorry Marina!" Liam got onto the ground, grabbing a microphone. "I swear I thought you were running to catch it."

"It's fine," I groaned still rubbing my head. Everyone looked at me worryingly, hoping that I would be okay . . . well everyone except Louis. Louis fell to the ground and started laughing hard, clutching his stomach.

Harry and Niall both extended their hands and I grabbed both, keeping my best not to put all my weight on them. Didn't want the skinny boys to fall because of me.

Liam got up as well, kicking Louis in his leg, which didn't seem to bother him. "Here you go," Liam gave me the microphone he threw.

"You want me to sing?" I asked nervously.

"Well you'll have to eventually," Zayn smiled. "You can't be part of a singing group and not sing."

Of course. Stupid Marina strikes again.

I walked to the middle of the room and stared blankly at the white tape a few feet in front of me. I placed the microphone on its stand and cleared my throat. The boys all gathered in front of me and sat on the ground, even Louis who was finally finished with his laughing fit.

"So," Liam clapped, bringing my attention to him. "Since you're new to this, we're gonna explain how this goes."

I nodded my head. I'd hate to open my mouth and ask something ridiculous and stupid, then suffer the consequences of a sassy remark from Lou.

"See the white line?" Liam pointed out to me, in which I nodded once more. "That's your boundary line, it's as if you're on stage. You never go past it. If you do it'd be like performing on stage, going too far, and falling off."

"And we wouldn't want humpty dumpty to fall." Oh Lou...you come up with the best remarks.

"Shut up Louis," Harry intervened. "Anyways, we just want to see you perform."

"Like how you would for your fans. You're not being recorded." Zayn smiled again which eased the bit of tension I had.

Louis slid his phone away from him. "In that case I won't be needing my phone."

The boys all rolled their eyes. Obviously there as tired of his actions as I was.

Niall stared at me . . . as he always seems to do. "Are you comfortable with doing this?" he asked politely. I wanted to say 'No, Niall I'm not. Ever since I joined this group, you've been giving me the creepy stares for what feels like forever and Louis has been an asshole since the start!'

"Sure," I answered instead.

"Whenever you're ready," Harry nodded.

For a second I wanted to run out of the room and back to the hotel. I sucked in a deep breath and shut my eyes as I gripped onto the microphone. I took myself back to my first acoustic show at the mall with a few fans. My best performance was singing the song "Treasure" by Bruno Mars. I let the words come out of my mouth and though I couldn't hear the guitar I was playing that day, the music was playing in my head and that was all I needed.

When I was finished, I kept my eyes shut. I was scared to open them,  afraid that the boys wouldn't like my voice that much. Sure, I could sing, and sure I had a few fans....but I was nothing compared to One Direction.

"Brilliant job, Marina!" I opened my eyes to see Liam get up and high five me.

"Wonderful. You've got a great voice."

"Thanks Zayn," I was overjoyed to see that they liked my mini performance. Even Louis had a small smile on his face.

Harry scooted next to Louis and began whispering something to him. Louis caught me watching and I looked away and gave my attention back to Liam who was contemplating on something about what cover they should do on tour and if it would fit my voice.

"So," Louis stood up and yelled loudly. Everyone grew silent and observed as he made his way towards me. "You did pretty good."

"Thanks," I straightened my posture, trying not to seem intimidated.

"Harry and I were talking and I finally realized that you do belong in One Direction."

"Great! So I'm no longer your personal bitch who gets you coffee?" I smirked, folding my arms.

Louis avoided the mean gazes from the boys and he realized exactly what I was trying to do; make him the bad guy. "Not anymore you are." Louis' hand stuck out and he waited for me to shake his hand. I pulled him into a hug and squeezed him tightly. The other guys aww'd and Louis didn't hug back, standing there in pure shock.

The best way to get back at someone is to forgive them. I let go of Louis and stick my hand out. "So I'm now a part of the band, right?" Louis looked at my hand for a bit before Liam finally forced Louis' hand into mine. 

"Of course you are," Louis groaned. 

I hugged Louis again but more tightly. "Deep down, I know you like me," I smiled. Another body, was against me. I turned my head to see the other boys hugging us. 

"We all like you," Liam murmured. "You're a part of the family. Right guys?" The other boys chimed in with 'yeah'.

I instantly smiled really hard. "Aww thanks guys! I like you all too."

"Can we just get back to practicing?" Louis groaned, trying to get out of the hug.


We were still in New York, having spent about close to a week here. If I would've known that I'd still be in New York, I would've easily finished school. I could continue classes up until winter break and after that, I wouldn't show up and people (for those who would have possible noticed, which I doubt) would just assume I transferred. 

"Hey we're taking on the world, I'll take you where you wanna go..." I sung to myself as I pressed over my hair, I could never seem to get it completely straight. Curse you curly hair.

I heard a knock at the front door and wondered if maybe one of the boys wanted to hang out. Even though paparazzi would be on our asses, we could still find something to do. 

"Helloooooo!" Ashton hugged me and smiled widely, showing off his dimples.

"Hiya Ashton," I replied with a simple smile and quick hug. "You must be Luke," I peered behind Ashton and saw a taller, blonde boy on his phone.

"How'd you know-" Luke and Ashton said at the same time.

"Moving on...what's up?" I stood at my doorway. 

"We wanted to know if you were busy?" Luke said quickly. "I mean, if you want to hang with us."

"Aren't there two more of you?" I asked politely.

Ashton rolled his eyes and walked past me into the room. "You obviously didn't do your research."

I looked at Luke who was polite enough to wait for me to invite him inside. I shut the door behind us and watched Ashton jump on the bed for a bit before sitting down. "I shouldn't have to do any research if I've got you to tell me the information. Now can you please remind me why you two are here?" I walked back into the bathroom to continue the battle with my hair.

"We were wondering if you wanted to hang out since One Direction are gone." What did they mean by gone?

Before I could get up from my chair that I set in the bathroom, I could hear Ashton and Luke quietly arguing, avoiding me from hearing. The only thing I could understand was 'she wasn't suppose to know'. I peered out from the bathroom and asked, "Gone where? And why was I not suppose to know about this?"

"We were just told to keep you company," Luke responded. Ashton slapped his arm and Luke winced in pain.

I shut my eyes for a second and stood in place. After the whole 'I'm a part of the family' situation, I would've assumed that we were all in this together, and yes I am referring to High School Musical. Did they all leave the fucking country without me? Just "oh hey guys lets go back to Europe without our new band mate haha" and "yeah, we'll get our opening act to stay here and keep her company. she's dumb, she won't notice." 

"Marina?" Ashton asked softly.

"What?" I said angrily through my teeth, keeping my eyes shut.

"Your hand," Luke's voice was shaky.

I opened my eyes and stared at them upset. "What about my fucking hand?!" Both boys, wide eyed, looked at me in awe and pointed to my right hand. I looked and saw that I was clutching onto my straightener tightly. "Fuck!"

After leaving the hospital for first degree burns I decided to give my brother a call.

"McDonalds, where we serve you complete garbage but you still eat it."

"Not in the fucking mood, James," I cursed at him. Usually the McDonalds thing would crack a smile but this time I was definitely not in the mood.

"Somebody's in her angry ex-girlfriend voice, what happened?" James' voice sounded tense now.

"The band who claimed I was a part of the family fucking left me! They left me here in New York alone with their fucking opening act!" I yelled-whispered into the phone. "This is bullshit! Pick me up and take me home!"

I could tell that James was in front of people, so he walked into another room. "Are you sure that they left? Maybe they have something going on today, I mean you just joined the group."

"No, this is bullshit, I want to go home. We are getting me out of this 'group'."

James sighed deeply, "Alright fine. Just give me about two hours and I'll pick you up from the hotel. We can sort things out afterwards, all right?"

I hung up and joined Ashton and Luke who were waiting inside my hotel room. I let them continue to watch TV while I put my stuff in my suitcase.

"Where you going?" Ashton stood up from the bed and walked over to me. 

"What does it look like Ashton?" I continued to pack. "I'm leaving."

"Leaving as in...."

"Leaving the band. I'm going home."

"You can't."

"I will. If they can leave me, I can leave them."

"They need you." 

I smirked. "I've been in the group for close to three weeks. They don't need me."

"What about the fans?"

"They don't even know I'm in the group." I zipped up my suitcase and walked into the bathroom. I grabbed my hygiene products and straightener and placed them in my black bag on the floor. 

"You can't be serious?!" Ashton tried to stop me from packing.

"Luke could you help me out here?" Ashton turned to Luke. I looked at Luke to see how he felt, not in a threatening way but out of curiosity.

Luke looked from the TV and seemed awkward about answering. "I am not involved in this."

"I need a drink," I threw my hands up. I grabbed my phone from the TV stand and stormed out of the room.

I couldn't even slam the door with Ashton right behind me. He gently pushed me up against the wall and used his long arms to block me leaving.

"Are you seriously gonna do this. Just leave in the middle of everything?" He looked at me curiously.

"Yup," I lied to myself. I didn't want to leave at all, but how else am I suppose to feel when this so called "family" left me behind.

Ashton was staring at me coldly with his big brown eyes. I tried my best to look away but he grabbed my fave and forced to look at him. "I want you on this tour...I need you on this tour."

"And why is that?"

"Because in the first time in my life, a girl I'm falling in love with is finally in front of me and I don't want to see her go. Not yet."

I teared up a bit. "What?"

"You don't know how long I've waited to finally get to see your beautiful face in front of me," he chuckled softly. He brushed his hand against my cheek and placed a piece of my hair behind my ear.

It was a year to be exact. Ashton was studying music in college when we first met...virtually. He joined his band and I was growing a fanbase with my YouTube channel. He knew of me and I liked him. He was dealing with a rough relationship and I was the one giving him advice on what to do. Eventually things didn't work out between them and he finally realized that I was into him. I guess the rest just lies in the books of a typical boy meets girl story. 

"So what are you saying exactly?" I pretended to play dumb. "If I change my mind and stay in the band...then what?"

"Well then I want this to be. You and me.."


"I have you here now and I don't want to lose this opportunity of a lifetime. When tour starts, the only girl I want to think about is you-"

"What about your mother and sister?" I teased.

"Them too," Ashton smiled. "But I know that once word gets out about you being in One Direction, guys are gonna be trying to hit it off with you and I want to be the one that you have your eyes set on."

I could tell that what he meant was coming from the heart. "So...you basically want to be in a relationship with me?" Because he could have just easily said 'Go out with me and I would happily oblige'.

"Only if you're up for this."

"Well I guess you got yourself a girlfriend," I laughed softly. Ashton smiled widely and suddenly did a victory dance. He stopped and placed one arm on the wall and leaned in close to me. 

"I've been waiting all year for this-" 


Ashton and I looked to see all of One Direction walking towards us. Zayn and Liam were whistling at us and cheering us. The others just had a shock look on their face.

Well this just got awkward.

{Author's Note: So it's been a while since I've last updated and I really do apologize. I had this chapter and two different places and things just got distorted. Hope you guys enjoy the new chapter. I promise that Chapter 10 will be up the next two weeks, considering I'm finishing my midterms this week and I'm hosting something}
Peace, LoVe, and Buttercups -Allison :1

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