you can do magic [T.L]

First day

"DANI! DANI! DANIIII!!!! GET UP! IT'S 10AM WE HAVE A BIG DAY AHEAD OF US!!!" Zoe is jumping in my bed to get me up, she knows I hate it when she does this. I am about to bury my head under the pillow, when Zoe grabs it and throws it on the other side of the room, and keeps jumping. Bitch. 
"I hate you so much" I groan, as I sit up, rubbing my eyes. 
"No you don't, you love me and can't live without me" she laughs, as she sits down on my bed.
"I need coffee, or an ice cold Monster" I say, as I get up and go to my closet.
"I'll make you some coffee and you take a shower and get dressed, deal? I'll buy you a Monster later" She says and I just nod, still looking into my half empty closet. It's tempting to just put on sweatpants and a hoodie, but today is my first day as a stylist, so I want to look presentable and put together. I go to the bathroom to take a nice hot shower to calm my nerves. I'm pretty nervous. I mean what if they don't like me? What if I get too energetic? I tend to do that when I'm excited or drunk. They might think it's weird. It will be fine, I try to tell myself. It was fun last night and they seemed to like me. I'm probably just overthinking, again. After washing my hair and body and shaving what needed to be shaved, I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my body and another towel around my hair. I go back to my room to pick an outfit. I decide on black ripped skinny jeans, a white loose crop top with a black dripping heart on it, and the classic red and black flannel around my waist. I put it on, with light makeup, and go to the kitchen, where Zoe sits with her coffee, looking at her phone.
"Does this look okay?" I ask her, as I get closer to her. She looks up from her phone, gestures to me to spin around, and then nods. 
"You look great! Come sit down, your coffee is right there" she says, pointing at my favorite mug. 
"What am I going to do without you for 5 weeks?" I ask, as I sit down besides her, taking a sip of my Coffee. 
"I don't know, probably die" she laughs, i just roll my eyes at her, and start reading the Email Sam sent me yesterday.

"Hi Daniella, it was really nice meeting you last night, and we are very excited for you to join us! Below I have linked a picture with the tour plan. Don't worry about transportation, we will take care of that!
Just bring your Essentials, what you need to do the styling, and something to keep yourself busy with (we have a console and tv on the bus)
We all look forward to seeing you tonight!

- Sam"

I open the picture of the tour plan, to see where we are going

As I see 'Copenhagen' I almost drop my phone, choking on my coffee. 
"Are you okay?" Zoe asks, shocked.
"I'm going home" I say with a big smile.
"What do you mean 'going home'?" She asks, confused. 
"The band has a gig in Copenhagen. I'm gonna see my dad! And Emma!" I say, really happy. 
"I have to ring my dad!" I continue, as I stand up and go to the living room, to ring my dad. After 3 rings, he picks up.

(When she talks with her family in Denmark, she speaks Danish, Zoe, the boys and the team doesn't understand what she says)
"Hey sweetie, how are you?" When I hear my dad's voice, my smile grows even bigger. 
"Hey dad! I'm great! I have great news! I got a job as a stylist for a band, and guess what!? They are playing in Denmark in 2 weeks. I can't wait to see you!" I say really fast, almost forgetting to breathe. 
"Slow down honey, you have to breathe" he laughs, before he continues; "But that's amazing news! What's the band called? Anyone we might know?" I can hear in his voice that he is happy for me. 
"The band is called 'Only The Poets'. It's a small band. You remember Zoe, right?" I ask. 
"Of course! How is she?" He says. 
"She is great! Her uncle is the bands manager and she kinda went behind my back and got me this job, but I couldn't be happier! I'm finally gonna do what I've been dreaming of for so long." I explain to him.
"I'm really glad to hear that! Your mom would've been so proud of you sweetheart!" He says. I almost got tears in my eyes. I lost my mom to cancer when I was 19. I miss her every day.
"Thank you dad." I say, wiping a tear away.
"Oh Emma is home now, can you call on facetime? I bet she would love to see you!" he says, I quickly say yes and call on facetime. After 2 rings, my little sister's happy face appears on my phone screen. 
"Hey princess! How are you?" I say. I've always been calling her princess, because of her long beautiful golden wavy hair and her pretty green eyes.
"DANI! I miss you so much!" She says.
"I miss you too! Guess what!" I say, making a surprised face.
"What? What is it?" She asks exited.
"I will see you in 2 weeks!" I say. She looks at me with her pretty green eyes, wide open. 
"Oh my god, are you coming home!? How long are you staying!?" She asks. 
"Sadly I'm only in Denmark for 2 days, before we leave for the next stop. You see, I got a job to be a stylist, like I always wanted, for this small band, Only the poets, an-".
"NO WAY!!! YOU WORK FOR THEM!?" She screams, both my father and I give her a confused look. 
"You know them?" I ask. 
"Yes! Bella, my best friend, took me to a Louis Tomlinson concert and they supported him, and after that we fell in love with them! Clem is SO cute! Is he cute up close?" She rambles on. 
"Ehh I guess, yeah. But it's really nice that you know them! Are you going to the show?" I ask. 
"Sadly no, it says 14+ and I'm still 13 when they get here" she says with a sad voice. 
"I'm sorry princess. Look, I gotta go, I have to be at the venue in an hour! I love you!" I say, before I hang up, and go back to Zoe in the kitchen. 
"My dad says hi" I say, as I walk into the kitchen. 
"Thank you. So should we go through what you packed one last time? We have 35 minutes before we have to leave" she says, before she goes to my room, with a packing list she made for me. 
She goes through the list as I go through the suitcase.
"Did you remember your drawing stuff? You know you can't go 5 weeks without it!" She says. 
"Omg I knew I forgot something! Thank you!" I say, as I go grab my art supplies. I have been drawing since I was about 13 years old.
I put it in my rucksack  and I look at the list again, to see that we are done. 
"Are you sure you don't want to bring these?" Zoe asks, holding my anxiety medicine. 
"I haven't had a panic attack in 6 months" I say, shrugging my shoulders. 
"I just think you should bring them, just in case. And you have to tell them!" she says. 
"If I need them, I'll buy some on the road" I say as I zip my suitcase and before she can say anything else I walk to the hallway to put on my shoes and jacket.
Zoe follows me and we go to her blue Citroen. She puts on some music and we sing along, really loudly, as we always do.
"I'm gonna miss our car rides together! Who am I going to do this with, in the next 5 weeks? I can't do it like this with the boys, they're gonna think I'm mental" I laugh. 
"I'll give it a week before I get a snap of you doing this with them." she laughs.