Reality ➳ one direction

Chapter Seven

We had been on tour for about 2 months now. Things were going great. Not only had I learned a lot, but I taught a lot too. I got to tell Carmen about Jesus, and she excepted Him as her personal Lord and Savior. We would do devotions, together, every morning. She was so excited. Though the boys hadn't gotten saved, Carmen did, and that just blessed my heart. I had built a really strong relationship with the boys. There were times I would just ride on their bus. They would invite me to come ride on theirs so I could hang out with them. The first time they asked I was sort of shocked, but I said yes. We had built a lot of trust in one another. That in itself was awesome. I mean, a lot of people were their "friends" because they were famous. That caused them to lose trust in a lot of people. I was honoured to be somebody that they could trust. I really got to know them on a personal level too. I thought I had learned a lot about them when I went to hang out with them at Harry's, but I was wrong. There's always so much to learn about someone no matter how long you've known them or talked to them.

I had also gotten to know some of the other crew. I met Josh, too. He's hilarious. There were a few times when we would have a little bit of time to hang out before a show. The guys decided to have me teach everyone how to play spoons. That was a blast. Just imagine playing it with like 50 people. That's not how big the whole crew is, by the way. Not everyone wanted to play.

I had also gotten more known to the fans. There were some nice ones and then some not-so-nice ones. That was pretty expected though. I mean, "haters gunna hate Proverbs 9:8." That's like my all time favorite saying, not gunna lie. I did try to interact with the fans as much as possible. I would talk to them on my social media pages, and even in public. Sometimes fans would recognise me and have a little chat with me. I liked it though. There was this one time, I had starting talking to this girl and we had so much in common. We were at the mall so we just walked around the mall and finished our shopping there. As I said before I am very outgoing, so I didn't mind it. I have certainly been blessed to have such an amazing job that lets me meet new people everyday.

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We were somewhere in Norway, and there was a pretty bad snow storm. We had to eventually pull over because our driver couldn't see the roads and they were starting to get slick. They were able to find a parking lot to pull into. We couldn't just pull over onto the side of the road because we had several busses. The bus drivers and Paul got out to discuss what we were going to do. They all met right outside of our bus. All of a sudden we heard a scream of pain. I quickly looked out the window and Justin was laying on the ground. Justin was a doctor. Some of the boys were feeling a little under the weather so he had came to check on them. Because of the storm, he wasn't able to fly back to England. He had to stay in the tour bus until a flight had opened up. Some of the other bus drivers were helping him up and bringing him towards our bus, since it was the closest. I hurried and opened the door. They brought him to the couch and he laid down.

"What happened?" I asked.
"I was going to ask Paul a question, and on my way I slipped and fell."
"Oh no! Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked.
"I don't think so," said Harvey, the driver of our bus.
"Okay. What did you hurt? If it's okay for me to ask." I didn't want it to be something that would make it awkward.
"No you're fine. I hurt my ankle and my hip pretty bad. I think I broke my ankle, honestly, and my head hurts also." replied Justin.
"Oh no. Is there a hospital anywhere close?" I asked in concern.
"I don't know. I can't see anything because of the snow and everything. Even if there was one, how would we get there? The roads are too bad to drive on." Harvey said. He was pretty concerned as well. We all were. While me and Harvey were trying to think of what to do, Paul rolled Justin's pants up at the ankle, so he could check on it. It was extremely swollen.
"Do you want me to make an ice pack? It might help with the swelling." I asked.
"Yeah that's fine." Paul said.