Living with One Direction (Hariana)

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I open the door quietly, trying to not alert the guards who are camping outside of the bus. I sneakily make my way towards the front door of the gate. Reaching into my pocket, I grab the key provided to the band. Looking back at the bus, I decide to continue with my plan, I turn the key. Unlocking the door, I slowly open it and make my way through to the other side. Pulling out my phone, I take a picture of the street name, just in case I forget how to get back. Walking down the sidewalk, I notice a park. I begin to look around making sure that no one was around to disturb me. I take a seat at one of the public picnic tables. Observing Niall's guitar, I notice a few stickers plastered all over the back: an Ireland flag, a X-Factor logo, and a One Direction sticker. I chuckle at his choice of stickers and begin to strum on the strings. Humming to myself, I try to come up with some lyrics.

After Simon listened to Moments, he encouraged me to write more. He mentioned the importance of having us write our own songs or being involved in the process. My brain begins to fog over as I try to come up with something. Almost giving up, a verse makes its way to my mind. "It's your lips and your kiss, it's in your touch and your fingertips, and it's in all the things and other things, that make you who you are." I write the words on the page in front of me, using my neatest handwriting. Looking at my phone, I notice the time. 11 p.m. Since the concert isn't till around six tomorrow evening, I decide to walk about the empty town.

Light shines onto the street as I make my way closer to a building. Peering inside the window, I notice multiple pool tables. I read the sign above my head, "Sports Bar." Not having anything better to do, I make my way inside. The men inside are very kind. Probably a little intoxicated as well. They offer for me to play a few rounds of pool with them. I accept and begin to make small conversations with them.

Once a few games are finished, I notice it was past midnight. Realizing I haven't gotten any messages or phone calls, I continue my walk around town of Watford. Thirty more minutes passes as I walk down the street, and then I'm grabbed tightly by the wrist.

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Niall's POV

Standing up, I stretch out my body for the first time in hours. The boys and I decided to watch a few movies before having to go to bed. I check the time on my phone. 12:35 a.m. flashes across the screen. We all then agree to finally go to bed. Paul comes in to count heads and make sure we all safe inside the bus. He counts five heads and then becomes concerned. "Where's the sixth of you?" He asks towards us. We all exchange confused looks, realizing that we didn't know. Harry speaks first. "She's not with you?" Paul quickly shakes his head and makes his way out of the bus.

Harry's POV

Did Paul seriously not know where Ariana is? The five of us followed him outside. Paul and the rest of the guards were whispering about what to do next. Half of the guards went with Paul and the rest stayed with us. I decided to send Ariana a quick text to see if I could get a response. I also encouraged the rest of the boys to do the same.

Liam's POV

She was missing. Selecting her name form my phone, I pressed it and brought the phone up to my ear. It quickly sent me to her voicemail. Ariana wouldn't just run away, would she? With no luck in contacting her, the boys and I decided to sit on the stairs of the bus. "Do you think she's okay?" Zayn asks. I nod towards him. "I think Ariana is smart enough to keep herself safe." I try to reassure the rest of the boys, but also myself at the same time. A decent amount of time passes, then we hear the front gate open. We all see Ariana with her head down, followed by guards on each side of her. The guards announce that it's time for bed.

Ariana's POV

Ignoring the stares from the boys, I make my way into the bus and head to my bunk. I climb in and pull my privacy curtain. The guards didn't understand that I wasn't trying to run away. I just wanted privacy. But they wouldn't listen to a thing I say. That's how things usually go around here. Due to my age, everyone treats me like a child. "Love?" I hear softly outside of my curtain. Liam continues to speak. "Can we ask why you ran away?" I sigh deeply before yanking the privacy curtain back. "If you must know, I didn't run away. I wanted privacy to write some songs." I stated sharply towards them. They nodded, and looked at each other. I could tell that they were wanting someone to continue the conversation. Louis then turns towards me. "We were just worried about Ariana." I then run my finger through my hair, pushing it out of my eyes. "I know guys, thank you." I smile towards them. We all say our good nights and let the sleep takeover our bodies.

My curtain is pushed back and my blanket gets softly pulled out of my grip. "Come on Ariana. It's noon already." A voice yells. "Lou, I love you. But I swear to god.." I mumble toward the voice. He laughs before continuing, "Hear that lads? Ariana loves me." The rest of the giggle along as I jump down from my bunk. I sit on the couch between Zayn and Niall. Hair and markup artists come through the door. Apparently we have our first interview today, and it's based off fan questions. My nerves drop to the bottom of my stomach. The fans are great. They really are. But not all of them are one hundred percent sure about me being in the band yet. Most of them think I'm in a romantic relationship with the boys, even though we made it clear we weren't.

We are all placed on the couch, it took the interview a minute to decide how she wanted us to sit. In the end, I was put in the middle by Harry. The camera starts rolling and we introduce ourselves. "Today starts your tour. What are you guys most looking forward to?" The woman asks in front of us. The boys and I mentioned seeing fans, traveling and so on. The interviewer pulled out strips of paper with the fan questions on them. She hands them over to us and ask us to read them off, then to answer them. Louis starts. "Who is the messiest?" We all think for a few seconds, before coming to the conclusion that it was indeed Harry. Moving onto Zayn's question, he read off. "How do the boys feel about having a girl in the band?" I mess with my fingers as Niall speaks. "I think it's amazing. Ariana adds something to the band, just like the rest of us." I smile towards him, sending a silent thank you. We all answer the rest of the questions, and finish up the interview.

After eating a late lunch, we all make our way towards the arena for tonight. Scanning over the whole stage. I notice how big the audience will be tonight. I reach to my neck to find the smooth feeling of my locket. I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn to my right and see Harry. "It's amazing isn't it?" He asks. I nod in response, he then continues. "Do you remember when we met? Those two people didn't realize that they would be here together." It's crazy to think back on the X-Factor days. We dreamed about being here, and now we finally are. The other boys make their way over to us. Liam mentions that warmups are starting soon.

I peek my head from behind the curtain to look at the crowd, there's so many people. Quickly bringing in my head to avoid being seen, I accidentally bump into someone. "Oh, I'm so sorry." I speak to the person. "It's okay Ariana." The voice laughs. My eyes meet the person. It's Josh. "Are you ready for tonight?" He asks me. We both talk about nerves and worries for tonight. Josh is called to the stage to take his seat at the drums, we wish each other good luck and head out separate ways. The boys and I wait behind the stage as the curtains move out of the way to show the instrumental part of the band. Music starts and we all begin singing the first song on the set list. We walk slowly onto the stage and the crowd gets increasingly louder.

"That went better than expected." Niall mentions as we all climb onto the bus. We all agree and proceed to change into comfier clothes. Brushing my hair, I take a seat next to Harry in the living room. "They were pretty nice compared to earlier." I stated before the boys weren't aware of my earlier experience with the fans. They turn their heads, Zayn being the first one to speak at me. "What do you mean love?" He asked. I explain the situation earlier and how a percentage of the fens aren't happy that I am in the band. They begin to talk about some hate they have already been sent as well. The boys let me know that the fans who are negative don't matter. We all get ready for bed, and begin to travel to our next location.