Help Me, Please? *One Direction Fanfic*

Chapter 38

However, Niall just took a deep breath.

"When did they last-"

"Yesterday"

"So-"

"Zayn says that we are going to stay in a hotel."

"So how did this go from boy-bands to Matt?"

"Oh, well, when I picked up Zayn's phone, he mentioned something about 'boy-bands' and I asked Zayn but...but Harry interupted us."

Gosh, that was a confusing sentence. It kind of described everything that has happened to me from Matt, to Zayn, to Harry.

"So you guys are in a band?"

"Yep" he said, popping the p.

"What's the group called?"

"I really shouldn't be saying this-"

"Why? Why shouldn't you? It's America: freedom of speech-"

"Actually, this is England"

I blushed. Oops, I guess British people can't use that 'freedom of speech' phrase here.

Never really thought of that before?

On the topic of 'things not the same in America,' do schools like in England have a class president or vice-president or are they just the 'queen and kings' or the school? Hmm...

"Just tell me, I told you one of my deep dark secrets!"

"'One of?'" he looked curiously at me.

"Uh, yeah."

"Well, what are the others?"

"You first, plus, that is for me to know and you to find out."

He let out an annoyed sigh.

"Fine...it's called One Direction" he muttered.

"Aww! Who thought of the name?"

"Harry"

Ew.

"So, where do you guys perform, like at the local club? When can I come and listen? Also, why haven't I known about this?"

"Something like that. I think Zayn just doesn't want you to think of him as anything but...himself...if that makes any sense"

"Not really, but ok. Like as a 'pop-star' not as just Zayn? Gosh, how famous are you guys?" I joked.

He nervously chuckled.

"W-we are kind of, I don't know, famous?"

He gave me a half-smile.

"So, wow! I am in the presence of famous people. I am sorry for not bowing before, your highness" I over-exaggerated.

They couldn't be that famous, could they?

No, if they were, I would have known by now.

He scratched his neck, nervously.

What is his problem?

This time he laughed.

Oops, did I say that out loud?

"Love, I don't have a problem, it-it is just a topic that is...yeah"

"Sure" I said, rolling my eyes.

"It is!" he protested.

"Uh-huh"

"Is too"

"Fine" I playfully acted distracted. Is that the right word?