Mummy Direction.(A One Direction Fan Fiction.)

Chapter Eleven: Here We Come.

KALLIOPE'S P.O.V

                                ==)ONE WEEK LATER(==

I gnawed the last of my nails off as we pulled into the parking lot of Alan's Albums, the grandest music store in the state, by my standards at least. Everything went perfect with recording and setting up an album. Simon informed us this morning that today will be the first day it was on the shelves, and he reserved us all copies at this store. We were allowed to get them as long as we went early and had semi-discreet clothing on as to not draw attention. I was bouncing nervously in my position between Niall and Liam, filled to the rim with excitement. The thought of purchasing a CD containing my own voice... the feeling was absolutely elating.

There were only three other cars in the parking lot, and we pulled into a spot right next to an old, beat up Ford Explorer. I sighed in relief, three cars, that's all, not a huge hoarding crowd, or raging girls... just a calm, average morning. I sent Liam a shaky look as he threw the door open, the crisp fog of the dawn kissing my cheeks as I turned towards the store. The door pinged loudly when we entered, making me flinch visibly.

“Hey, loosen up a bit, nothings gonna happen. Come on, Uncle Si said to find an 'Alan Crendal', he would have our things.” Liam rubbed my arm soothingly whilst searching over the many rows of CDs. Moves Like Jagger was blasting loudly through the small speakers in the tiled ceiling, echoing off the brightly painted walls and confetti carpeted floor. Zayn nudged Liam's elbow and jerked his head towards the back of the store of which the check out counter was, and all six of us slowly made our way towards it. Two people stood behind the counter, a heavy girl around our age with long brown hair and pretty grey eyes staring moderately bored at a computer monitor, and a guy about late twenties with spiky black hair, piercing blue eyes, and lean bulging muscles that showed immensely under a tight black V neck T-shirt. He looked up when he heard our approach, and a large grin spread across his face reveling two rows of perfectly white teeth.

“Hello, I'm Derek, how may I help you?” the man asked, his eyes meeting mine, and mine alone, his smile adopting a small, flirtatious twang. I felt Liam tense beside me, seeming to angle his body further in front of me with a protective stance.

“We're looking for a Alan Crendal, could we speak to him please?” Liam asked, his voice crisp with slight agitation, and forced politeness, “ My name is Liam Payne, we have a couple CDs on special order.” When the words left his mouth, the girl behind the computer's eyes shot up towards us. Her jaw hit the floor. I winced mentally, awaiting the screaming to start. But that didn't happen. She shut her mouth with a muffled snap, and stood, a smile tugging at her lips as her eyes trailed over all of us.

“Sure, he's in the back, I'll go get him right now.” Derek nodded, disappearing behind a black curtain that read 'Employees only, customers found will be sold to the highest bidder'. I smiled again, the overwhelming excitement boiling up from inside once more. Feeling like I couldn't contain myself, I turned to Niall and started slapping his shoulder with my hands.

“Ow! Ow ow ow ow ow!Why do girls always start hitting people when they get excited?” he asked while I continued hitting him. I laughed, giving him a hug at the end, before noticing the disappearance of a band member.

“Where's Harry?” I asked aloud, and we all whipped around.

“Over here.” a deep voice that only Harry owned announced some where in the far corner of the store. There was a brief shuffling noise before he reappeared again,holding a CD case. I caught a glimpse of the front and saw that it was Adele 21.

“Remember I broke my last one? I really need a replacement.” he murmured before stepping up to the counter and handing it to the girl,who looked to be starstruck. Mechanically, she took the CD and rang it up.

“Ten dollars and twenty seven cents is your total, would you like a bag?” she breathed,her eyes glued to him as he patted down his pants. He frowned, shaking his head, before a look of recollection filled his face as he walked over and put his hand into Lou's pocket.