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.


4. Lost in London

4: I looked around, my heart Beaton fast and my palms sweating. I'm lost, absolutely and completely lost. I don't know what I was trying to prove by storming out but goddamn it's biting me in the ass right now.

I looked behind me, Harry's house is no where to be seen and all I can see in front of me is fog. Ha ha, welcome to London. There's a light most of

Rain, almost like cooled steam and grey skies. My jacket was defiantly not thick enough for this weather and my boots were getting wet.

I'm suppose to go on stage in two days and I can feel a cold coming on as I cough, seeing my breath in front of me as I groan. Fuck my life, of course this would happen to me, why? Because nothing can ever just be okay, there's always got to be some kind of thing to fuck up something good. And right now, the bad thing fucking up my

Good thing is Harry.

Harry fucking Styles, the guy who "the face" of One Direction is killing my vibe of being on tour and this is a fucking problem. I turn around and head back to where I came from, closely looking at my surroundings, hoping I can remember.

Half an hour later I'm back, I must've been gone a little over an hour. I don't even knock wherever I get back to Harry's house, I just walk in and when I do I get a bunch of looks. Liam is the first to run over to me, hugging me and squeezing me. A series of "we're so sorry, we were so worried" play around in my ear.

But I'm not overly paying attention, my eyes send daggers to harry, and he notices- giving them back. I pull away from Liam and March over to harry, "you have a fucking problem?" I asked him, getting in his face.

"Yes." He says sternly, not letting up at all.

"Well, explain. Don't be a little bitch and sit there giving me dirty looks and not explain yourself!" I yell at him. He laughs, making me even more mad. I push him, my fingers digging deep in his chest as I push him harder than I've ever pushed someone. "Explain!!" I scream this time.

His eyes go dark green and his chest heaves up

And down, "you wanna know my fucking problem?" He questions, poking at my chest.

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't." I said with my arms out. I know all the boys are watching us, their eyes wide and full of wonder.

"You." He says with venom.

"And what did I do, Mr. Fucking Styles?" I say with frustration. My vision is becoming red as I look at the boy who everyone gushes over, thinking he's some kind of God that's a gentlemen.

"You came in here and you sleep in my bed thinking you fucking run this pla-" he started but I was quick to shit him down.

"Listen!" I scream and he stops. "I sent my video in, as did a million other people, boys and girls. If it wouldn't have been me it would have been them! Get over it you selfish piece of shit!" I yell at him, waving my hands and stomping my feet like a three year old loosing their shit over not getting a chocolate bar.

"No-" he tried again but I wasn't finished.

"You know what, harry?" He cocked an eyebrow at me. "I use to be just like them, thinking you were the most untouchable thing in the world. Niall was always my favourite, but I always looked past what the media said. But now, I stand here, fighting with you?" I shook my head. "The media was right. You are nothing but a selfish little player that flips his shit when he doesn't get his own way!"

He looked at me, I had obviously hit a nerve. I turned away but stopped, turning back around. "Fuck you." And I spit at his shoes. I walked into his room and grabbed my bag, walking out to the Cadillac that sat in his front yard and waiting for everyone else to get ready so we could leave. We had to be in Wales by tomorrow so we were clearly leaving soon.

And finally, not even 10 minuets later they all piled into the cadillac and we took off to the airport. It was the most awkwardest drive ever because no one talked to one another, Niall and Liam sat next by me while Zayn was in the front and louis and Harry sat in front of me.

He's acting like a little girl. He's sitting over there with his arms crossed and his nose stuck in the air, just sooking because he got told off by a chick. I rolled my eyes at his behavior, wanting to laugh but I figured it would be a little inappropriate.

And then another two hours for a plane ride, and another hour for the drive to the hotel. I was exhausted, but it didn't stop. There was meet and greets, there was live shows, just samples so people could get use to me but oh my gosh I thought I was going to collapse by the time I got in my hotel room.

It was weird though, Niall and I had to share a room. I figured they would have that forbidden, but niall said that everyone has to share a room. I'm not complaining, I've dreamt of sharing a room with niall ever since I could remember.

"How are you." Niall asked after I rolled over on my bed. "I thought you died." He giggled.

"Jesus, right now I wish I would. That was crazy." I sighed.

"I know, and it only keeps getting better." He rolled over so now we were looking at each other, in other beds but he wasn't that far Away from me. Only an end table splitting the beds up. "I couldn't stop myself from laughin' whenever you were tellin' harry off der earlier." He started laughing again.

" I couldn't help it! He made me so mad my ears were burning!" I threw my arms in the air and rolled onto my back. "He's got issues man, like it's annoying." I crossed my arms over my chest. "Anyway, I need a shower."

"I'll probably be knocked out by the time you get outta the shower!" I giggled and said good night before closing and locking the door. The shower felt nice on my muscles, my hair was screaming for conditioner. The weather here wasn't doing good for it, making it one big fuzz ball.

But Niall was right, after I had finished washing my face and and moisturizing my skin, he was out like a light. He looked so cute with his face smushed against the pillow And his mouth opened, he was even snoring. I took this chance to change really quick, just slipping on booty shorts and a t-shirt.

It was too muggy to have anything else on, and honestly if Niall wasn't in the room I'd be almost naked.

So it's 3:30 in the morning and I figured since because I couldn't sleep id give you another update! YAYYYY!! You should all follow me on Wattpad, if you have it, and Twitter!!

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