On tour with One Direction

I always dreamed of performing. I use to have my hair brush glued to my hand as a child, singing my favorite songs in the mirror, making up dance moves to every song that came out.

Now I'm doing it in front of millions of people, only this time, I'm doing it with One Direction.


3. Dick

3: I sat on Harry's floor, the couch being taking up by the boys. I didn't mind I use to have three older brothers that were about the same age always having their friends over, the floor became my "spot". Anyone with older siblings knows what that's like.    

I sighed, not a frustrated one but an exhausted one. "There's a spare room down the hall if you're tired." Louis told me.   

"I'm fine, but thank you." I kept seeing harry giving me dirty looks, I chose to ignore it. I didn't do or say anything to him to make him mad, so I don't see why he's looking at me like that. I tried to say hi to him whenever I walked in but he just opened the door and turned away.    

I could feel my body started to shut down on me. It's day time here but it's night time where I'm from. Being almost 11 hours ahead is doing nothing for me, I feel like a zombie. My head went back, slightly leaning on Niall's knees, and then my eyes closed for just a moment.    

Next thing you know, I'm waking up in a room that I've never seen and rubbing my eyes starting to freak out. I moved my head on the pillow, kind of smells like harry in a way. I got up off the bed and walked around, my feet froze whenever I got off the carpet and hit the hardwood.    

I looked in the living room, I was defiantly at Harry's house. His place was so him, clean with a hint of boy. Art work was displayed on the walls and then I seen him laying on the couch, sound asleep. I poked his arm, "Harry..." I whispered.

  "Hmm?" He rolled over and looked at me and rolled his. He pushed me a little, "go away." He said.   

"What did I do?" I asked, sounding a little more hurt than I intended to. I can't help but be so emotional, I miss my family and it's hard whenever someone clearly doesn't want you here. The tears started flowing down my cheeks as I walked down the hallway. I past the bathroom and someone peaked out, "are you okay?" Niall asked.    

My head hung low and the more I tried to hold in my tears the more the lump grew in my throat. My back was still facing him, but I knew he was coming behind me. "Hey.." He said when I walked into the bedroom and laid down on the bed, he followed me and sat down beside me. "What happened?"    

"I-I just..." I put my face in the pillow so that way no one would hear my voice so loudly. "I'm sorry..." I said and he looked at me confused.

"Sorry for what?" I sat up and looked at him threw my flooded eyes.    

"Sorry coming here, it was such a mistake. I'm going to split the band up!"  I cried into my pillow, Niall touched my arm and pulled me back up. I looked at him with flooded eyes, "I'm sorry..." My voice cracked. 
"You're not going to break up the band? You just got here, why would you think that?" 
I looked at him, "Har-Harry hates me!" I cried and wrapped his arms around me, allowing me to sob into his neck. "I don't know what I did, I just met him and he told me to go away whenever I tried to ask where everyone else was. I didn't mean to make him upset!" 
"Hey hey, Harry's always been like that. He doesn't like new, and even though you're not new to the band. You're new to him, just let em get use to you." I nodded, he hugged me and left the room. I buried myself in the blankets and let them swallow me. 



I woke up, my eyes still heavy and my head hurting. I had cried myself to sleep last night because I was just too upset. I didn't want to be anywhere near Harry, let alone in his fucking bed. He was being such a dick and I don't know why, anyway, I sighed and made his bed. 
I threw on a sweater, not wanting to get fully dressed just yet. I grabbed my tooth brush and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth but I looked in the mirror first. Only after two days, my completion has already changed. Hopefully I get my tanned skin back before I actually go on stage, pale skin has never looked good on me. 
I walked out into the kitchen, hearing the boys laughing. Of course as soon as I walk in they stop, I looked at Niall and he just looked back. "Ah huh." I said and clicked my tongue on the roof of my mouth. I walked back to Harry's room and got dressed, slipping on dark blue jeans and a grey sweater. I walked to the door and put on my boots and walked out, I think Liam called my name but I ignored him. 
If they don't want me, then fine. I'll leave. 

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