Chapter 30
Harry’s P.O.V
“Lads” Louis voice rang through the room, beckoning us towards him. “I just got off of the phone with management.” he paused, letting out a long sigh. “They said Louise can come with us” he paused again, earning a sigh of relief from the rest of us, looks of anticipation following them. “But..We’ve got to find another band to come along as well, since she’s solo” he scanned our faces, waiting for the reaction. The room filled with a stuffy tension, all of us pondering over anyone we could tour with.
“Well” Niall finally spoke up, a nervous expression on his face. “I found these 4 who seem good. We could get them going, and they look like a trusty pair of lads” He turned the laptop around on his lap, so it was facing us. “Only Michael and Calum are in this one, but altogether their great” he smiled proudly. “I do have this though” he added after the video had ended, turning the computer back around and clicking a few times, before a familiar song began to play.
“Is this teenage dirtbag?” I asked, earning a nod from Niall, who was still grinning ear to ear.
“Well” Harry’s low voice shocked me out of the song, and we all focused on him. “They sound good, let’s ask management, and get these guys going” He added with a short smile, nodding towards Louis to call management. The room relaxed and we returned to our low chatter, Louis across the room on the phone. When he hung up, he strided back over to us smiling, and we knew the journey had begun.
Luke’s P.O.V
After we had finished up band practice, all of decided to “bond” which really meant just ordering pizza and scrolling through our twitter feeds, but at least we got food. The pizza was already half eaten, Michael devouring his 4th slice loudly while the rest of us scrolled endlessly. “Boys!” Ashton shrieked, scaring all of us with his high pitched squeal. He rose from his seat abruptly and began pacing the room, his fingers flying over his phone’s screen in a blur. The room was silent besides his busy grumbling and Michaels obnoxious chewing, until Calum spoke up.
“What is it Ashton?” Calum asked annoyed, his eyes still glued to his phone.
“I-I” he stuttered, still pacing.
“Well come on” Michael urged, his mouth full of pizza.
He stopped pacing and scanned our faces, suddenly lighting up with emotion.
“I think we’ve just been asked to tour with One Direction”
