On tour with One Direction

Ashleigh is just an average, everyday girl with a strong passion for singing. Uploading YouTube videos regularly, she was a star in the making. But one day she gets a very exciting phone call from a certain boyband and her whole life and career as a singer changes...


2. Power Outage

My feet grew heavier and heavier with every agonizing step I took. My legs felt like they couldn't run any faster! Buildings whoosed past me and became a blur as I whizzed past them. I wasn't quite sure why I was running but I knew I couldn't stop. There was something behind me. Something huge. Something scary. And it had one goal... To kill me!

Even though I knew it was a bad idea, I slowed down to a halt to catch my breath. Panting vigorously, my heart raced as I tried to regain oxygen.


What was that?! My head whipped around to see who or what was the owner of the terrifying noise.


There it was again! I felt a dark shadow looming over me. I span around and screamed at what I saw...

I woke up with a jolt and was dripping with sweat.

"It was just a dream... Just a dream," I comforted myself. My bed sheets were stained with sweat. Ew! My nightmare couldn't have been that intense or vivid?!

Slowly and reluctantly, I dragged myself from underneath my covers and plodded down the creaky stairs. I was greeted by a sudden flash of light when I reached the bottom and quickly covered my eyes in panic.

"What the...!" I cried.

"Oh relax Ashleigh!" I heard my mothers familiar voice exclaim. "It's just me. The powers gone out." She told me. That would explain the rather large torch she was clutching in her right hand.

The dark didn't really bother me. Without the dark we couldn't have things like stars and fireworks both of which I thoroughly enjoyed! But due to my somewhat unnerving nightmare I was a little more skittish that drizzly, miserable Monday morning.

I was so shattered I almost fell back asleep at the table but decided against it as I'd prefer to not have my face planted into my cereal.

I turned to my phone and scrolled through Twitter, Instagram - the usual. I replied to people telling me they loved me and/or my videos - the usual!

After about half an hour of scrolling, replying and repeating I was getting a bit bored so I plugged in my headphones and listened to my favourite band- One Direction.

Their music made me forget all about my troubles, worries... Brad. I'd almost forgotten about him when I started crying all over again. I didn't know weather it was because of Brad or because I was listening to the voices of five angles. Probably a bit of both but the tears were streaming down my face and I was gasping for air.

My mom waltzed on over to me and wrapped her protecting arm around my shoulder and gave it a weak squeeze. I was really upset but I couldn't forget how worried I was about her. She was gradually getting weaker and weaker. She had neuroblastoma a type of deadly cancer. It was taking over her body and killing her inch by inch. We all knew it but no-one said anything. It was an elephant in the room.

She began to have a coughing fit and I ran to the medicine cupboard and grabbed her tablets. She quickly took them and the coughing immediately stopped but she looked feeble and I knew there was nothing I could to help not matter how much I wanted to.

I'd never cried so much in my life. I realised I was suffering from a broken heart.

And I had no idea how long it was going to take to fix it...

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