AINSLEY [1D]

Bringing Together One Direction

23rd of July, 2010

Minutes later, I was texting my mum that I couldn't leave with the rejected acts. 

I had been put in a band.

Not just any band.

A band with five teenage, hormonal boys with horrible tastes in clothing. 

And poor hairstyles.

But with a good sense of humour between them, truth be told I couldn't complain.

The six of us moved to the side and tried to get familiar with each other, but I could tell that Louis and Liam didn't get along at all. Harry made an effort to begin a conversation with us, while I was beside Liam texting my mum back, but when the curly-haired one (who had taken off his beanie) began speaking, I put my phone away. I knew it was rude to have my mobile phone out while someone was speaking, and I think he appreciated the small gesture. I cursed myself for not bringing my book with me and I didn't want to speak with them (mood swings, if you will).

We were all making each other out, familiarising ourselves with each other's faces and whatever we were supposed to be doing. It felt weird being the only girl, but some of them were the boys I had escaped to away from the girls. But why would they swap a boy with a girl? Without me, it was a boyband. In another way, without Niall, it was a British band. I knew we all would contribute something to the band, but then we didn't know what.

"Zain, right?" Harry asked, picking up our attention.

"What?" The one with the black hair said, living his head from his phone.

"Your name is Zain, right?" He asked again and Zain nodded.

Zain then looked at the five of us and stopped on me. "Victoria, was it?"

I scoffed quietly but made sure to answer his question. "It's Veronica," I said. "My mum's name is Victoria, actually." I paused for a moment. "I know all your names now. Maybe we should have nametags."

Liam spoke up from beside me. "I'm sure they'll make us some if we asked," he suggested. I nodded in agreement, knowing that Liam had been at bootcamp two years before. To him, he was reliving the same experience, except this time he was rejected, and then brought back into a group. Our group. This band.

"Why would they give us a lifeline?" Niall asked from where he was sitting on the floor next to Harry.

"They said so," Louis stated, "We're talented and even though we don't know each other, they thought it would be okay to put us in a group. I'm not complaining, but what are we supposed to do?"

A thought to mind, and we were sharing ideas, so it seemed okay to be able to vent. "We could meet up and someone's house for a week or two," I suggested again.

"We wouldn't be able to at my house," Zain said quickly.

"Same with me. We wouldn't have enough room with my sisters," Louis replied in agreement.

"How many sisters do you have again?" Harry asked Louis.

"Four."

"Then, that rules out Louis and Zain. And me, we wouldn't have the space for the six of us. I mean, we could bunk Veronica with one of our sisters. But it's harder with us," Liam said.

"We can't be at my place," Niall said. "I'm from Ireland."

Harry and I were quiet until we both said: "I might have a place." He spoke slower, while I spoke quickly so my voice was more prominent.