I woke up groggily the next morning with a bad taste at the
back of my throat. I’d ended up having two out of my
three owed hot chocolates the night before and had returned to
my room so tired I’d forgotten to brush my teeth. I
trudged into the kitchen area of the little apartment-like
space I shared with my mother and a crumpled piece of paper and
handful of banknotes sitting on the bench caught my eye. I
recognised my mother’s loopy handwriting immediately and
learnt that she would be at the rehearsals all day and that she
wanted me to go out and buy something nice for myself. I
wondered where she thought I was going to go, in a city
I’d only just arrived in without even so much as a map.
After getting dressed, I packed my handbag with the money from
the bench, some make-up, a compact mirror, my camera, the spare
hotel key, and my dog-eared copy of The Secret Garden - a book
which had been my favourite since I was little. The reason
I’d brought it with me all this way, was that I knew,
wherever I was in the world, opening this book to any page
could bring me home again.
I knew by experience that could be an invaluable thing to
have. I set out into the chilly London air,
pulling my beanie over my ears and crossing the road. I had no
idea where I was going but I guess that made it all the more
exciting. I recognised the shadow of my excitable
seven-year-old self lurking around, anticipating adventures
around every corner. I found my way to a busier street filled
with flashy shop windows and most people seemed to look like
they’d just walked out of a Burberry ad. I noticed what a
typically ignorant Aussie I was being, comparing these people
around me to the one British label I knew, just because they
were British. I wondered if I looked like a tourist. I
desperately hoped I didn’t. There was something about
this place that just made me feel like I’d been here for
years and that I belonged – my home - when really, my
denim bag with the worn Australian flag printed on it was a
straight out give away. I turned it so the flag print was
hiding against my jacket and kept walking, forgetting the cold
and embracing my new
surroundings. I don’t know how long I was walking.
I didn’t enter many shops or even a cafe; just being
here, in this foreign atmosphere was enough to make me dizzy
with elation. It was like my brain had completely floated away
in a little
of last night flashed through my mind. Liam explaning his spoon
phobia to me, Niall finishing my third hot chocolate for me,
Zayn flirting furiously with the girl behind the cahier, Louis
entertaining me with his thoughts on clowns, and Liam breaking
up the squabbles between Niall and Zayn. And then there was
Harry, with is perfect lips, telling his peverted jokes. I
walked around with a huge smile on my
then I returned to complete consciousness, I realised I had no
idea where I was. Each road and sign seemed to look the same
and I tried to retrace my steps but my memory was no help. I
swore under my breath and pulled out my phone. I’d been
gone at least two hours - not the worst possible situation, but
that did nothing to change the fact that I’d be out here
for another two if I couldn’t figure out how to get back
to the hotel.
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How to get into One Direction's tour
without a ticket.
1. dress up as an old lady and claim
you're Harry's girlfriend.
2. dress as an exterminator and
say you received a call off Liam complaining
about there being too many spoons in the building.
to be Zayn's old English teacher and say
you're concerned he cannot say 'What's
happening' properly, so you must see him.
a Nando's take out meal and claim you're delivering
Niall's order of food.
a Simon Cowell look alike and make him demand that
you are let inside the arena NOW!
a milkshake and tell security that you need to see
1D so you can test the theory of my
milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
up as a doctor and tell security you're very concerned
about Louis' carrot fascination so you
must see him straight away
security you have lost you parent or guardian and that you
need to check inside in order to find them.
9. arrange for Dynamo the magician to
meet you outside the arena so he can work his magic and get
and if all else fails 10.get
you friends to dress up as spoons, cats, potatoes,
leprechaun, carrots, turtles and woody and a giant
pigeon and tell security the supporting band has
arrived. "Niall and The
One Direction things#Fanfic UNREQUITED Chapter 6 (PART
We all sat crowded around the little coffee
table in the middle of the room eating our dinner. Louis and I
had received the food as it was delivered by a boy in the hotel
uniform who made a show of his annoyance at having to carry up so
much food. “No tip for you!” Louis yelled at
the boy as he left down the hall. I slammed the door quickly and
burst into a fit of giggles. Zayn said he wished he’d
ordered a whole other meal while the boy was up here since he
seemed to enjoy his job so much. I wish he’d done
too. As we ate, the boys filled me in on the plot of the
soap opera (though I hadn’t really taken them as
soapie-watching kinda guys…). They asked me about my
friends back in Australia - I told them about my best friend Sara
and another friend Maria - and Louis of course wanted to know if
we really rode kangaroos to school.
“Only the kids in the outback do,” I told him.
After we’d finished dinner, I started to clear the plates
off the coffee table.
“Are you mad?” Louis asked incredulously.
“Sweetie pie, this is a hotel. You
don’t do dishes, they’ll clear them tomorrow
morning,” he insisted. I stopped half way to the kitchen
with the stack of plates in my hands.
“I can’t just leave them for other people to pick
“As conceited as this is going to sound,
it is kinda their
“I’m my mother’s daughter. I clean, I
organise everything,” I said smiling.
“You’re not one of those creepy OCD people are
you?” Louis laughed.
“No I’m not that bad. But I’m
not a hobo either. I’m not going to live amongst dirty
“Ah, go ahead then,” Louis sighed.
“Boys, boys, boys,” I sighed. “You’ll
do anything to get out of cleaning won’t you? ‘This
is a hotel!’” I said,
mocking Louis’ laid back tone. Harry chuckled and pushed
himself up from the floor. “I’ll help,” he
said following me into the kitchen. He rifled through the
cupboards and produced a blue checked tea towel. “You
wash, I’ll dry?”
“Sure,” I replied, filling the sink.
“So, I bet you’re regretting not buying that dress
yesterday,” he teased as I handed him a plate to dry.
“Not in the slightest,” I replied.
“Can’t have my mother thinking you boys are already
having a bad influence on me!”
“You could easily hide it from her”
“You are a bad influence!
And no, I’m not like that anyway.”
“I’m only kidding, Mellisa,” he chuckled. I
smiled and handed him another plate.
“You must be glad to get away from school for so
long,” he said stacking the crockery with a clatter.
“You have no idea,” I
replied, focusing my eyes on the bowl I was scrubbing.
“You don’t like school?”
“Er, no not really. Where I go is like a prison for
girls, with bricks for electric fences and a ‘get out of
jail free’ card that allows us out each night to go home,
eat dinner and then return again in the morning,” I said,
letting the sarcasm seep into my tone.
“really... It’s that bad?”
“No,” I said smiling up at him, “but I cant
wait to get out of there all the same. You pop stars are lucky
you don’t have to worry about that kinda stuff anymore
“Maybe, but ‘we pop stars’ are faced with a
whole set of other problems,” he replied, detecting the
teasing note in my voice.
“I can only imagine,” I said, shaking my head,
solemnly. “Having beautiful girls follow you around all
the time must be hell.” He responded to
my taunt by hitting me on the arm with the dish cloth. I looked
at him with my mouth wide open. “That was uncalled
He smiled cheekily. “So was your
“Know your boundaries, Harry,” I said, narrowing my
eyes but trying to hold in a laugh. “You already owe me
three hot chocolates.”
“Speaking of,” he said pointing a finger at me,
“Why don’t we go get those hot
“Sounds like a good idea to me,” I smiled
Free hot chocolate…in London…with five of the
most genetically blessed boys I’d ever set eyes on. Good
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The boys are being sued for $1
million by an American band named 'OneDirection'
clamping copy right to the name. The Boys have said they are
going to resist it and are not going to change their name.
One Direction UK >>> One Direction USA ♥