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.


10. Day of Black




A week later



I pulled my black, long sleeve dress up my body. My aunt zipped my zipper and I looked in the mirror. "You need to go back." She whispered to me and I turned to look at her. I shook my head and she gave me a dirty look. "Braelynn, that boy loves you."

"It's not the point, Sarah." I sighed. "It's just not for me." I said and waved her off me.

"You told him that he had to stay for his fans, am I right?" She asked and I nodded my head. "Those are your fans too." She whispered, "you're not being fair to them by staying away because one of them don't like you. Your mother would be so mad that you're throwing this away."

"You think?" I asked and she nodded her head. "I miss her so much." I said and we hugged each other. "We better get going." I said and we took off out the door. I sat in the passenger side of her car and we drove to the funeral.

"You have to go back." She said again and I rolled my eyes.

"I don't even know where they are. They're probably somewhere in Japan by now." I said and looked out the window. "You don't stay in one place very long doing that job, I'm surprised we stayed in Wales for as long as we did." I explained and she nodded her head.

She's acting shady and I don't know what's up, but either way I'm not going. I can't go back now, what would I even say? I'm sorry? Niall probably hates me just as much as Harry, if not more and Liam's most likely disappointed in me and I wouldn't even be able to look Louis or Zayn in the eyes again.

I sighed whenever we pulled into the grave yard. The priest was standing at the casket with his head down and a few other people that I don't remember greeted us. "I'm very sorry." They said. I wanted to ask who the hell they were but I'd probably get slapped by my aunt, so I just nodded and thanked them.

"Would the daughter like to say something?" The priest asked. I nodded my head and got up, I started to feel a little weak in the knees. I pressed my fingers to my lips and placed them on the dark, hard wood casket and touched it for a few minuets.

"Mom." I started and licked my lips. "I was never really giving the chance to thank you for everything you've ever done for me. I thought I had a little more time but I had taken that for granted." I cleared my throat. "You worked your ass off to pay for my singing lessons, my dance, everything I've ever anted you've found some way to get it. I am forever thankful to have had a mother like you:" I looked at my aunt and she was tearing up, starring at me waiting for me to say more. I smiled and sighed, looking back up at my aunt. "Mom, I hope I see you every night at my concerts."

My aunt laughed and then started crying, clapping her hands together and putting them to her face like she was praying. "Mama, I love you." I said and I walked away. I knew that if I didn't walk away now, I probably wouldn't have. I would've stayed there and laid on her grass after they lowered her into the ground.

"You're going back?" My aunt said whenever she got back in the car. I looked at her and sighed a deep sigh, "please don't change your mind." She begged.

"I can't let moms hard work go to waste." I smiled and Sarah hugged me, squeezing a scream out of me and kissing my face. "I don't even know where they are." I said and placed my hand over my forehead.

"I do." She said and smiled slyly at me. I cocked an eyebrow and she put her phone to her ear. She was talking to someone but I don't know who and after she hung up, she didn't say anything.




We got back to my house and I walked through it like I've never been there before. The stairs seem to creek now, the walls seem cold and the pictures are hanging on a slant. I walked into my mothers room and breathed in, her scent over whelming me as I walked and crawled into her bed.

My body was engulfed in the sheets, just like I would be if she was here to hug me. I closed my eyes and held on to the sheets, "I miss you." I whispered and the door opened.

"We need to go." Sarah said and I nodded, grabbing my moms favourite pillow and blanket with me and holding my suitcase at the same time. I take one last look at the house that I grew up in for the last time and Sarah drove to the airport.

I turned and looked at her, hugging her and telling her how much I loved her. Honestly, I was a little scared to leave my aunt even though I knew she was so much stronger than my mother. If you ask me, I think my mum passed from loneliness.

"Be careful." I told her and she kissed my forehead. "I love you so much." And we hugged each other again before I turned and went through security. This was going to be a long plane ride.




Here I stood in the front of their hotel, my knees shaking and my chest heaving. I walked in and told the front desk my name, she gave me the key to the room that was booked long before I even knew I was going to be here. "You're a little late." She teased and I laughed.

"Family stuff, Ya know." I said and sHe nodded her head at me. I walked to 203 and slide my key in the pad, opening the door slowly. Niall was on the bed with no shirt on, sweat pants hanging off his hips and one arm above his head. He slowly took his attention away from the TV and double looked at me.

We just stared at each other, I was frozen. I didn't know what to do or what to say or if he even still wanted me. So I did nothing but stared back at him. His legs slowly hung off the side of the bed and he looked at me, his head slightly turned.

It wasn't until he got up and came over to me, touching my cheek and me leaning into him that I started bawling. He was quick to embrace me, hugging me close to him. "Holy fuck." He whispered.

"I didn't mean to leave; I just wasn't in the right mind!" I cried into his neck. "I'm so sorry Niall, so so sorry!" I said and I pulled myself closer to him. His hands went under my butt and I jumped up, still not letting go of him. We walked over to the bed where he placed me, his body hovering over mine as one of his hands explored my leg.

"You're back." He whispered and dipped his head into my neck. My hands went up and down his arms and around his back as I gripped on to him. "I missed you so much." He said and kissed my forehead.

I smiled, "I missed you too." I said and he got up, pulling me with him. He sat up on the bed and pulled me into his lap, I just laid my head on his shoulder and buried my head in his neck, listening to his heart beat. He always had this warm amazing feeling to him that really comforted you.

That night I fell asleep with a smile on my face.



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