The Winged Adventures of One Direction

T.W.A.O.D Chapter 5

*Wow, 5 chapters already! This story is going really well :D I'm dedicating this chapter to my good friend across the pond ;) Hope you enjoy*

Zayn's POV~~

"Hey, mate, you all right?" I asked.

Liam didn't answer. He laid curled into a ball on the bed, his back to me.

I crawled into bed with him. I lay down on my belly facing him. I crossed my hands and rested my chin on them.

"Liam, tell me what's wrong?"

"You know Zayn," Liam said, his voice cracking. He'd been crying. He still is crying.

I nodded my head because I did know. It's that girl, Mackenzie. She reminds Liam a lot of Danielle. Her kid eyes, the way she laughs, how curious she is. She could be here twin with blonde hair and a different face.

I put a hand on Liam's shoulder. He looked up at me with tear streakin' eyes.

"I know why. It's her, isn't it? She reminds you too much of her," I spoke my thoughts, avoiding saying Danielle's name.

"I figured if I was mean to her, I wouldn't hurt so much, but it isn't working." Liam admitted.

I shook my head. "Liam, that isn't like you."

"Zayn, what am going to do?" Liam cried, tears welding in his eyes. He gripped my shoulders tight, staring at me, waiting for an answer.

I gripped his shoulders with the same force, staring back at him. "You take it day by day," I answered.

Liam hung his head. "I knew it wouldn't be a direct answer."

"Liam, I can't give you a straight answer. I can't tell you what to do. That's for you to decide."

He smiled weakly. "You know? You're sounding more and more wiser everyday."

I smiled. You know it."

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My POV~~

"This way boys...and girl," Paul instructed.

We follwed him and several other security guards into the back of the Atlanta Theater. Girls tried to squeeze past the large bodyguards and many got pictures. If I wasn't already mentioned in a magazine, I will be now.

We were ushered into a room, larger in size than the one in Orlando but had fewer beverage selections.

"What world are we living in where they don't serve One Direction, the greatest boy band ever, strawberry Fanta?" I said in mock annoyance. I shook my head disapprovingly.

The boys cracked a smile, even Liam.  

Maybe I'm finally getting through to him.

Niall took his time surveying the array of food options while Harry, Zayn, Louis, and Liam stripped of their clothes to put on the stage clothes.

Gosh, I've seen these boys shirtless thousands of times on Facebook and Twitter, but no photo compares to the actual thing.

Their muscles ripple and stretched out their wings when changing into stage shirts. Oh God, and I tried really hard to look away when they stripped of their sweatpants and into their skiny jeans. Believe me, I tried.

Soon they had their clothes on and they looked sexy as hell, but when don't they.

"You guys look great," I commented, snacking on an apple.

Harry gave me a sexy smirk. Louis, Niall, and Zayn thanked me. Liam just nodded.

A red-head lady peeked through the door. "You guys are on," she said.

They nodded and followed her out of the room. I sat alone on a plushy arm chair. I finished my apple and took a sip of my water. Bored already, I took out my phone and played a few rounds of Angry Birds.

I screamed a few times at the screen because te stupid pig wouldn't die and an attending poked his head through the door, giving me a weird look. I gave him an apoligic shrug and switched over to Facebook.

About an hour later, one of the stage members I recognized opened the door.

"Can I help you?" I asked, shutting off my phone.

"Uh, I have a backstage V.I.P here ad I was wondering if she could stay with you until the boys were finished," he said, stealing a few glances at his clipboard.

"Uh, yeah, I guess so," I answered unsure.

The stage manager stepped aside and in walked in a tall, blondie with brown eyes sparkling with excitment. I recognzied her from somewhere...then it hit me!

"Emily?" I asked, getting up from me seat.

"Yeah," she answered, obviously confused about the fact that I know her name. Then her facial expression changed to surprise. "Mackenzie?"

I nodded. She ran at me, wrapping me in a tight embrace.

"Oh my goodness, I can't believe I finally get to meet you in person," she squeeked.

I met Emily a while ago on Facebook. I don't remember when I first started totalk to her but it was through her 1D fanpage. I commented on her photos and status and we had small converstations about One Direction. Later on, I messaged her and our friendship blossomed from there. I never thought I would actually get to meet her and here we are.

I pulled away from her embrace. "Oh my gosh, you look great. How are you?"

She brushed a stray piece of hair out of her face. "I'm great. Remember when I told you my mom got me tickets to One Direction?"

I nodded.

"Well, I entered for V.I.P backstage passes and won...obviously," she laughed.

I offered her a drink and she took a can of Pepsi and sat on the couch. I sat down next to her.

After a sip, she asked me, "What about you? Did you get tickets without telling me?"

Crap! What do I say?

"Uh, kind of. Um, Emily, I need you to keep a secret."

She nodded.

"No, I mean a real secret. One that you have to take to your grave," I said as serious as I could.

She nodded again. "Mac, what's going on?"

"I've been sort of kidnapped by One Direction," I answered.

A huge grin spread across her face. "Nice! Have they done the naughty?" She asked, winking.

I shook my head. "No, nothing like that. They had a secret and I found out and now I can't leave," I explained.

"What secret?"

"I can't tell you that," I said, looking down at my shoes. "Just believe me, okay? And you can't tell them I told you this."

She nodded. "I won't. I promise."

I smiled and pulled her into another hug.

The door flew open and in stepped in the boys. Emily jumped up excited, screaming.

"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! I'm a huge fan," she chanted.

I stood up and introduced her to the boys. They each gave her a hug, Niall's lasting longer than the others.

"How do you know her?" Asked Louis.

"We're Directioner buddies via internet," Emily answered, throwing her arm over my shoulder.

Louis nodded and helped himself to a snadwich on the table. He got an annoyed look from Niall which only made him laugh.

Liam took a seat on the couch and Emily sat down next to him. I sat down next to her and Harry and Louis shared a armchair that barely fit them.

"So, Emily, tell us about yourself," Liam started the converstation.

*Okay, a sucky ending, I know. Hope you enjoyed :) comments accepted. vote plz!*