OKAY. this is my first ever fanfic, now that i've re-read it, i absolutly dislike it, so ignore all the terrible grammar ect ect ect,
i highly reccommend you go and read my other fanfic 'Take A Trip To Paris' it's much better than this, and my skills have developed shiet loads!,
so... yeah.
© 2011 by Isabelle Mcleod-hoskin Please, this story is not to be used in another book, it is not to be copied. all ideas and rights go to me, anyone with intentions otherwise, can and will be fined. if you want to use any one of my ideas, please, ask before.
I look like a hooker.
“do I really HAVE to wear this Rebecca?” “PFT?, do you want to be picked to go on tour with One Direction?!” I nodded slowly “yes..” “Then shut-up”.
Hey, I’m Jaycee (that’s Jay-see) also written like Jaycie, J.C, or Jaysie. And this is my friend Rebecca. Who is, at this very moment, pinning me to the bed. “You can get Harry to fall in love with you!” she teases, and I throw my pillow at her face “Listen, I’m wearing what I want, which equals leggings and an over sized jumper, not these shorts, or this crop top!” I pull both of the items of clothing off and throw them on the floor, Rebecca smiles “alright then!” she chirps, and walks out of the room without another glance. That’s the thing with Rebecca, she has a very short attention span. One minute it’s Justin Bieber, the next it’s One Direction. you are probably wondering why Rebecca is making me dress like a 2 dollar hooker? she’s made me enter this contest because she was disqualified for trying to bribe the judges… One Direction themselves. And the winner gets to go on their upcoming tour around England.
The reason why I didn’t argue with Rebecca is because she’s really in love with these guys, and once she was disqualified, she entered my name instead, and took a photo of me and sent it in. I was now in the bottom 3. I’ve never met One Direction before, but I’ve seen photo’s and videos… I must admit that I’m not a fan girl, but they are quite… hot.
So now we are on our way to the finale of the judging, where I get to meet the boys and hang out with them for a day. How exciting?... kinda.
We arrived at the studio a couple of minutes early, (since Rebecca is all big on timing, it amazes me how she’s late to school every single day, and she’s insisting we are 10 minutes earlier in the studio) to meet the boys, okay, I’m nervous, I’m really not one for holding up a good conversations, I’ll probably say something really stupid like in ninth grade when I was on a date with Danny Sommers, and I started randomly talking about different types of cheeses and how they were made… yeah, lets not go into that any furthur. Rebecca and I walked up to the studio manager “Jaycee Davidson” Rebecca says, and the tough looking I’ll-squish-you-with-my-pinky-finger guy pulls out a photo, correction; the photo Rebecca took of me in the garden that day. My hair was curling from underneath the straw hat I was wearing that day, planning to go to a music festival. The I’ll-squish-you-with-my-pinky-finger guy smiles widely, and I do a double take as he giggles “So you’re this girl” he says, tapping me on the head “No need to audition, the boys have already picked you” I blinked twice “wait, I’ll re-phraze that, Harry already picked you” I felt Rebecca tense up beside me, but I still couldn’t move “i-I won?” “I didn’t tell you though, now run along, the boys are just around the corner, dressing room 6” I manage to pull out a smile “Thanks I guess” I say, walking past him and saying goodbye to Rebecca as she was held back by the stage manager.
I scrolled myself through the hallway, dressing room 1, 2, 3, 4, 5- 6… I took a deep breath before touching the handle, what if I wasn’t what they were expecting?, I’m probably bothering them… they’ll kick me out… oh shut up Jaycee, you pussy. Open the door!.. with another deep breath, I turned the handle, only to reveal the most amazing sight I have ever seen…
all 5 of the boys were sitting on the red ‘L’ shaped couch, as soon as I stepped inside, I saw 5 heads snap in my direction. And I eventually regained my breath. “Hey… uhm, I’m Jaycee… Davidson” they all smiled ground shattering smiles at me, and for a second I was scared my knees would give out. All their eyes shot wide as they eyed my body from tip to toe. Louis stood up and shook my ha- nope, that was a hug “I’m Louis, this is Niall, Zayn, Liam and this here is Harry” they all stood up when their names were called, Harry on the other hand, jumped forward “Harry Styles” he says, shaking my- nope, that was another hug… that lasted longer than I had actually expected a greeting hug to last for. “nice to meet you” he smiles, and I swear the whole world froze for a millisecond. they all went in for a generous hug then, literally squishing me to the carpet. “So this is the famous Jaycee Davidson we’ve seen!” Niall says, holding the picture up in front of his face, closing one eye as he stares at me with the open one “Yep… that’s me” I say, absentmindedly tucking my hair behind my ear, a horrible habit of mine. “wait... famous?” Zayn blushes “We looked at all the other photos of the girls who sent them in, we all agreed that you were the prettiest” he says, looking at Harry “Actually, Harry kinda insisted” I blush as I look over at Harry, who, was already looking at me. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. Did we just have a mini-moment?.. yes.
“And the girl we chose to go on tour with us this Winter is…” even though I was the winner, I was still nervous for myself, I could still feel my heart racing in my chest. “Jaycee Davidson!” Harry yells, standing up before any of the other boys could answer. I giggle as all five boys run from their podiums and all give me a giant bear hug. “Welcome to the family” Liam says, and kisses me on the cheek, “Yeah, Welcome to the family” Niall says aswell, also kissing me on the cheek “Goodluck trying to put up with us” Louis says, kissing me on the cheek too “I’ll keep the boys in line for ya” Zayn says, and just like the other boys, kisses me on the cheek too. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you” Harry says and smiles showing his amazingly beautiful greenish eyes, and his adorable dimples. I smile, trying to hide my massive blush. “uhm, thanks Harry” I manage to push out, and then he kisses me on the cheek. But his lips lasted longer than all the other boys had.
“ohmyeffinggoshiamsojealousofyou!” Rebecca says as I folded another pair of jeans in my fourth suitcase “One Direction picked you.. because they all thought you were pretty!” I felt a blush creep across my cheeks “but I’m not pretty…” “YES YOU ARE!, so many boys have asked me for your phone number when I take you to parties, you know that” I rolled my eyes, “Any way Jaycee, this is a once in a lifetime opputunity, these boys are going to be like your brothers for a year” I smiled at the thought, a full year tour around England with One Direction… isn’t that every Directioners dream? “They’ll probably get sick of dragging me around everywhere” “You are the same age as Harry, you won’t be a burden. Hell, if you are, go for a walk around the city you’re in.. god, I’m so jealous of you! I’d kill for an opportunity like that, so stop moping and pack your underwear!” I did a double take of the speech she just yelled at me, and I smiled “I love you Rebecca!” I say, and pull her into a massive bear hug. “I love you too, but I’m not kidding about packing the underwear…”.
Louis’s point of view.
“God, Harry, can you put that photo down?” I say, throwing a chocolate wrapper at his curly hair “Hey!” he says, untangiling the chocolate coin from his hair “You’ve been staring at it since Jaycee left, why don’t you marry it” I laugh, and soon, all of us join in. except for Harry. “Haaaaaarrys got a crush!” Zayn mocks, snatching the picture out of Harry’s hand “Very funny!” Harry wines, Zayn examines the photo more closely “I CALL DIBS!” he shouts, and Harry jumps from his seat “OI!, you all know I fancy her, so I practically called dibs first” he says, snatching the photo back “Both of you cut it out!” yells Liam “Harry, you can’t have these kind of distractions during the tour” I watch as Harry looks down “Yeah, I know” “So I’m asking you to lay off of her for a bit, at least until we have our schedule down, and everything’s going smoothly” “Liam, can you stop ordering us around?” Zayn says, taking the photo from Harry’s hand, and holding it to Liam’s face “How could you lay off something like this?” he says biting his lip, Harry smiles “It’s okay Zayn, really mate, it’s not that hard. It’s for the good of the band” I roll my eyes “what are you doing that for Louis?” Niall says, obviously catching my in the eye rolling act “I argued not to have her, too much of a distraction, and see, she’s already got us rioting” Harry looks down “She’s sweet” Zayn says “And she’s pretty” Says Niall “AND she’s pretty much like us” says Liam, “So there shouldn’t be a problem” Harry says, taking the photo from Zayn’s hand. And I roll my eyes, once again, but this time, making sure Niall wasn’t watching me.
Jaycee’s P.o.v-
I really hate goodbyes, they make me so upset.
Especaiialy if it’s from my family and friends… for a whole year.
Mum was crying, so was grandma and granda. And so was Rebecca, not because she was going to miss me or anything, but because I was going on tour with One Direction.. yeah, I’m pretty sure that was the reason. I smiled softly at her, and she whispered under her breath a sweet “I hate you” and pulled me into a hug. We both pulled away and laughed “give Harry a big hug for me” she says, and hands me a piece of paper. I open it and instantly break into hysterics as I look at the piece of paper with her Twitter name on it.
I wave my last goodbyes as the limo closes it’s doors. And smile sweetly to myself once I realise what I was actually doing… going on tour with One Direction… my new family.
Before I could sink any further into my mind, the limo sped off. Leaving me pushed against the backseat like it was a race car of some sort. I looked at the driver, (not that I could properly see him, since I was too far away) and he smiled at me. His black tinted glasses and cheesy limo driver hat covered his full face. It was then I realised the moustache was fake. “Where to madam?” he says, in a familiar accent. I decide to play along. “Melbourne Airport, thanks driver” I say, curling a piece of my hair, holding back a laugh.
We arrive at the Airport not too long after, the driver kindly steps out and comes around to open my door. I smile “Thanks Louis” I say, taking off his hat, and putting it on my own head “what gave me away?” he says, smiling. “No limo driver, drives a limo like a race car” he laughs “True” I reach up and rip off his fake moustache “This was a dead givaway” I say, holding it up in front of his eyes. He laughs even harder as Harry steps out of the trunk of the car, with Zayn “Really guys? REALLY?” Harry laughs “it seemed like a good surprise at the time, but I regretted it as soon as I had to squish up against Zayn, you’d think he wouldn’t take up too much space-“ “Hey!” Zayn laughs, “It wasn’t that pleasant sharing a trunk with you to mister, you talk too much” “I don’t talk too much!” “You do too!” “I am never sharing a trunk with you again!” “Fine!”… it was quiet for about… a maximum 7 seconds before all of us burst into laughter. Harry and Zayn slapping each other on the back, While Louis holds my convulsing-of-laughter body in his shaky hands. God, they already feel like my best friends.