The Winged Adventures of One Direction

T.W.A.O.D Chapter 6

*next chapter :) and i'd like to say that I have a few short stories I'm writing but this is the main one i'm working on so sorry if your really interested in my short stories. enjoy anyways :D*

My POV~~

"Do you really have to go?" Emily asked for the 5th time in a row.

I pulled her into yet another hug. "Em, I have to, and you know why," I said to her for the 6th time.

She nodded. "You know you could have stayed with me. You don't have to live on the streets."

"I know that, but I like living on my own, at least, for a while anyways," nodding over to the boys kicking a hacky-sack by the bus.

The concert had ended 2 hours ago and all the girls have gone home... I think. We're waiting for a police escort to the Georgia state line and then drive on to Charleston, South Carolina.

She nodded, laughing. "Well, you know how to reach me," she leaned in close. "And you'll tell me if anything interesting happens, right?"

I giggled, shaking my head. "If anything does happen, you'll be first to know," I confirmed.

"Good." She pulled me into yet another hug, this one lasting longer than the perivous. "This isn't forever," she said, her voice cracking some.

"Oh gosh, Emily, please don't cry. I'll see you soon and I'll send pictures, lots of pictures."

She nodded quickly. "Okay, well, go live it up with One Direction."

"I will," I turned and jogged over to the bus. Then I thought of something. I turned around quickly, walking backwards. "Emily! Live while you're young!"

She bent over, clutching her stomach. I could hear her laughter all the way over by the bus. "You too!" She called back.

I smiled and continued towards the tour bus. "Hey guys," I greeted them.

Niall kick the sack over to me and I caught it with my knee. I bounced it off my knee then kicked it with the inside of my foot. It flew over Niall and landed on Harry, who was leaning against the bus."Ow," Harry whined rubbing his head.

"Wow, you play football, or, er, soccer?" Niall asked, clearly surprised by my abilities.

"Uh, yeah, a while back. I lost my drive and quit," I admitted.

"Hey," Zayn said looking up from his phone. "I heard you talking to Emily about living on the streets. What is she talking about?"

I sucked in a breath. Dang it! I was hoping they wouldn't hear that.

"Oh, um, er, uh, it's nothing, really. So, when are we leaving?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Soon," Liam answered emerging from inside the tour bus. "Actually right now. I got a text from Paul. We're ready to go lads."

The boys charged up the bus. Niall and Zayn raced each other, both trying to squeeze through the tiny door. I shook my head laughing. 'Ahh, boys. They never grow up.' I boarded after Louis, admiring his extraordinary butt.

Once inside I took a seat on the couch, kicking off my sneakers.

"Ahhh," I said, sighing contently. "Charleston, here we come."

Zayn shook his head. "We're not going to Charleston quite yet. We're turning off the interstate in 10 miles or so."

"Wait, why?' I asked.

Niall bolted suddenly out of the bathroom, his pants hanging a bit low. His eye are wide. "Are we gonna-"

"Yep," Zayn interuppted.