Once In a Lifetime...

How Cliché

I didn't know where exactly the One Direction tour bus was. I just wanted to get away from Zayn as fast as I could.

I could hear fans screaming from the other side of the wire fence. I don't think they noticed me. Wait, they probably still don't have any idea about who I am.

The back of the venue was pretty tight and compact. There are probably around ten trailer trucks just for the stage props and equipment and around five for other objects.

I entered the first bus my eyes laid on and sat right down on the first seat. It was empty and that made me feel relieved.

"Ladadadaaaaaaaa"

I heard a voice coming from the restroom. I guess someone was warming up other voice.

"Don't wanna be an Americ--HOLY FUCK WHO ARE YOU?" This tall blonde boy with a lip piercing came out the restroom with his hair slightly damp.

"Well this isn't the One Direction bus..." I got up to leave immediately. I avoid new people.

"No no, you just scared me that's all! Aren't you Zayn's new girl?" He questioned as he took a seat in front of me.

"I have a name and its Marie... I'll be going now.." My thoughts hesitated as I tried to figure out his name. Then again he did objectify me so I don't care.

"Luke Hemmings... Do you not know my band 5 Seconds of Summer?"

No I actually don't, maybe that's why I don't know who you are ass-wad.

"Uh no... Sorry..." I nervously grinned and picked my stuff up to go. I kept my rude comments to myself. "Could you tell me where the One Direction bus is?"

"Hmmm... let me put this in the most simplest terms for you. It's the bus that has a green sign that reads "One Direction."

Ok ass-wad.

I made my way out with my twenty million bags and went on a journey to find the bus.

After five minutes I decided to just call Zayn.

"...Hey where's the bus" I asked just as soon as I heard him pick up.
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"I thought you were following me to the bus" Zayn laughed.

"Oh..." I responded as I folded my clothes and pulled them on the back couches of the bus.

"There's a separate trailer for you to put all your clothes and items..." Zayn looked out the window, I'm guessing he's sensing the awkward.

My stomach then made its presence known by screaming at the top of its lungs.

"Want me to go get you food?" He offered and I couldn't deny. "You're trailer is right behind the bus if you want to go and drop your clothes off." He spoke as he walked out of the bus.

I sat in the back alone and I remembered my poor mom. How could I be so selfish and not think about her? I wonder how she's doing.

I gathered my things and just left a bag that had my pjs/essentials. I stepped out and all you could hear was squealing.

I attempted to open the door to my trailer but it was stuck. Great. I looked around and made eye contact with... the tall one.

"Hey! Tall guy!" I called him over.

He laughed, "My name is Harry, how can I be of your service love?"

I stood there in silence. He's actually nice... And didn't assume I should already know him. He always was my favorite from the group.

"Oh um could you open this door for me, the handle is stuck." I nervously asked. I'm asking one of the most famous guys in the world to open a door for me.

"Let's see..." He held on to the handle and used his leg to pry it open. It worked.

"Thanks you so much!"

"Need anymore help?" He offered.

"Well... Yes! Could you go in the bus and get the rest of my bags? If you don't mind."

I stepped into the trailer to see what I was working with and oh my fuck. It was bigger than my bedroom in my apartment.

I stepped on top of a stepping stool to turn on the light. The string was way too high up for my five foot zero self.

"Hey um where do--"

"AHH"

I fell and of course landed on Harry, how cliché.

"Well since our bodies our now rubbing again each other. How about we go out for a bite?" He smiled and laughed. He's actually cute with his dimples and all.

"Actually...." And as if he was on queue...

"Hey Marie! I hope you like... Oh" Harry and I made eye contact with Zayn. This isn't weird at all.