Trust

Fans for Me

I slowly open my eyes and roll over to see a bright 2:31 glaring back at me. I groan but decide that I've slept quite long enough. I roll out of bed and quickly get dressed. Frantic knocks sound through the door.

"Come in!" I yell. The door swings open to reveal Harry.

"Aurora, we have to get to sound check. Lets go!" He says, almost shouts. I snatch my phone as he pulls me out. He drags me down the hall and shoves me into the elevator before I get time to react. The rest of the guys greet me. I offer a faux smile and end up in the corner.

The elevator doors slowly close and I contain a squeak. The metal box plays some music to try and drag my mind away from the fact that I am literally being supported by cables. It drones slowly down and my stomach drops. The walls seem to be moving in closer and closer. I grip the metal bars on the side tightly. My breathing becomes shallow and my vision becomes blurry. I bite my lip roughly.

The metal box lets out a small ding and the doors open not near soon enough. I take a long, refreshing breath of the non-contained air. I let out a long sigh. Never again.

"Are you okay?" Niall asks.

"I guess." I say.

"Claustrophobic?" He asks.

"Pardon?" I ask.

"It's the fear of small, enclosed spaces." He explains.

"Well, I suppose so then." I say. He nods.

"Me too." He says. "Next time stand by me and we can both squeeze the circulation out of each others hands."

I chuckle a little.

"Deal." I state. He smirks at me and we jog up with the others to the car. We pile in and the driver starts it up. We drive to the arena that the show will be at. The guys immediately have to run off for sound check. I stay behind and wander backstage a little. I run into a familiar girl.

"Hey Emma." I say. She smiles at me.

"Hey Aurora! I'd love to chat, but I have to practice. Text me sometime?" She says, scurrying off. I sigh. I really thought I could be friends with her... She's just always so busy with dancing. I slump into one of the seats in the arena. I listen to a couple songs before deciding to get some air. I step outside of the arena and breathe in deeply.

Suddenly, a group of squealing girls run up to me. I smile awkwardly.

"Oh Em gee! You're Aurora, right? One Direction's Daughter?" A blonde girl screams.

"Yea..." I say. They all scream.

"Ahh! I cannot believe this! Can we get your autograph?" A brunette squeals. I shrug.

"Sure, I guess." I say. They all shove papers or notebooks or posters into my face. I grab a sharpie and start scribbling. I finish up and cap the marker and hand it back to a blonde girl.

"Thank you so much! We love the boys and we think you're amazing! You have a great fashion sense, too!" One squeals.

"Thanks..." I say. "Uh, I have to go."

I rush back inside and backstage, not wanting anymore awkward fan encounters. I sigh and shrink into one of those backstage couches. Pretty soon, the guys run into the room for a little off time before the show.

"Dad? Could I go to the gym?" I ask, hoping for an excuse to get out of here.

"You'd have to go with someone and we're all busy. So, that'd be a no." He says. I pout.

"I couldn't take Paul?" I ask.

"Paul is busy. You can stay in the audience for one night. Who knows? Maybe you'll enjoy it." He states. I huff inwardly and roll my eyes. Dad shoots me a parent stare. I am then escorted to a seat by a security guard.

I sit in the seat unwillingly. Fans around me begin whispering and pointing at me. I try to ignore it, but it soon becomes too much. I turn around.

"Yes, I am Aurora Tomlinson! You can stop whispering now!" I say. Tons of squeals erupt from everyone who heard me. I sigh heavily. I spend the entirety of the night listening to screams and signing random autographs. I am all too happy when we get back to the hotel and I collapse into the clean, fluffy white sheets.