We all piled into a van with an unfamiliar man sitting behind the driver’s seat. Louis, Niall and Katie were in the row behind them. Liam and Cher were sitting behind them. Lastly, I was sandwiched between Zayn and Harry in the last row. I've come to notice that the two boys sitting next to me grew awfully tense when someone else got to close for me. It was probably just my imagination but when a random guy was hitting on me on the way out I saw a disgusted scowl upon Harry's face. Right now he had his arm casually draped across my shoulders and I could honestly say I enjoyed the extra heat I got from where his body touched mine. I fought the urge to scoot closer and started up a conversation with Harry.
"So do you guys write your own songs or does someone else do it for you?" I asked him.
"Well we have a little of both. Sometimes someone writes a song, sometimes we write a song and sometimes we'll have someone write a song with us." He answered. I looked ahead of us and saw Katie sleeping on Niall's shoulder. I nudged Harry and pointed towards them.
"Think there is anything going on there?" I asked quietly so no one could hear us.
"Not sure. I guess we'll find out as the night progresses." He simply replied and then I remembered where we were headed. I was on my way to One Direction's hotel room... for me to sing to them... oh joy. Harry could feel me tense up and was about to say something but I stopped him before he even started.
"Don't tell me to calm down because it'll just make me more nervous." I said and turned myself to look him in the eyes. He looked upon me sadly but didn't say anything. He removed his arm from my shoulders and I suddenly felt cold like I always do. I frowned at him but he wasn't even looking in my direction anymore. What crawled up his butt?
I don't know how she can't see it. I thought I was being obvious. I was scowling at any guy who touched her, let alone flirted with her. I just had my arm around her. Even the way I was looking at her should have been a big hint. She is so beautiful I can't help but stare at her. Her laugh is the most adorable thing. I'm really beginning to like Thalia. She's never going to like me back though. I can tell.
He had his arm around her. Couldn't he see I really liked her? I guess not. It made me wonder how she feels. She probably likes him. Why would she like me? Harry's the one who gets all the girls, not me. She likes Harry, not you. Get your head out of the clouds Zayn. Before you get hurt.
We finally got to the hotel and I was feeling very shaky. I wasn't looking forward to this performance at all. Oh god we're in the lift right now. Oh god we're walking down the hallway. Oh god we're outside the hotel room door. Harry opened the door and gestured for us to all go in. I walked through the door and into a massive suite. I plopped down on the couch sitting in between Harry and Cher this time. They all turned and looked at me expectantly.
"Do I have to do this?" I asked.
"Yes." They all said at the same time while I just groaned.
"Alright well who's going to play guitar for me." I asked and looked around at everyone.
"I reckon I can." Niall said and walked off to grab his guitar and sat down on the couch. "So what exactly am I playing?" I went and whispered the song in his ear and he simply nodded.
"Um do you guys mind if I not face you? It'll be a lot easier for me." I looked at Cher and she looked very hesitant but nodded anyways. I turned around and closed my eyes, attempting to calm myself. "Okay Niall. Go." He started out and I was simply waiting for my entrance.