No control

Part 4

A few hours later

We finally arrived in London. I miss the summer breeze grazing my skin already from back in Spain.

Our uncle stood at the gates greeting us with a big grin of his face. I think he's more excited about tomorrow than he's supposed to be.

"Okay girls. I want you both to be on alert at all times while you are on tour with the band. For all we know anyone linked to the band could be involved from the producers to the makeup team. Don't worry all the boys are nice enough. I expect Imogen to get on with them well . Emily please just mimic Imogen ." Explained Uncle Steve.

"What do you mean mimic Imogen?" I asked.

"Well you're not the best with people. Particularly with boys" hissed Imogen chuckling to her self.

After hours of travelling to our destination I'm left alone to my own devices in a random hotel room before 'the big day' Uncle Steve kept calling it .

My heart began to race . My breath quickened. Why is this happening again? Why does this have to happen now?

My palms began to soak as my body shook uncontrollably. Muscles tensing , my hands trembled as I reached for my phone. Ominous thoughts squirmed at the back of my mind.

I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.

My lips grew thin and firm as I scrolled through my phone to find a video. The video.

Ever since my mum died I have suffered with panic attacks. In a way I swear I subconsciously punish myself with panic attacks for her death. I realised after the fifth panic attack that the only thing that gets me to calm down is the video of me and mum having a tea party when I was young. Before she was damaged. Before she was broken.

After she died I went on dad's phone and airdropped it to myself. And it's been the only thing that gives me any sense of comfort since.

Even if I close my eyes I can still see her maroon curls that are identical to mine. Her ocean eyes peering into mine. If I play the audio loud enough and close my eyes it's as if she's right here beside me. Still comforting me. Still loving me. Some nights doing this on repeat sends me to sleep. Just like tonight. It even stops the nightmares. The reoccurring nightmares.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Emily wake up or we going to be late. Emily!Emily! Answer me or I'm kicking the door down!" Yelled Imogen.

Groaning and turning to my left ,I glance at the time. It's 10:17. "Shit I over slept. Oh my god!"

"No shit Sherlock ! You have ten minutes until Uncle Steve gets here . Hurry up I'll meet you in the car."replied Imogen.

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My hands soaked the door handle with sweat as we walked into the studio. The interior of the building made me feel like an ant towered by someone about to stand on them. Abstract paintings and pictures of various of celebrities who had recently visited covered the walls.

An older man came walking towards us from the hallway infront of us a shook my uncle Steve's hand.

"Nice to finally see you again Jim. It's a pleasure." Announced the older gentleman .He has sooty eyes and golden skin which contrasted with his plain white shirt. On first impressions he seems a family man but the closer I looked at him the more you can see a hint of pain in his eyes. Perhaps a recent loss ? It would explain why he was still working here instead of being in retirement. There again who would want to leave a life like this behind? Luxury is an every day occurrence for people like him. If only my family had the same curtesy. Wrinkled lines around his lips suggests he has been smoking for a large proportion of his life as well as his darkened teeth. However, biased on how he was dressed, he was loaded. No wonder still working in a place like this.

"No honestly Sam the pleasure is mine. Just here to let the new guitarist and drummer meet the band." Replied Uncle Steve. "Oh how could I forget this is Emily our guitarist and Imogen our drummer girl."

Our cheeks reddened in unison as we shook hands with Sam who guided us to our destination while informing us,"The boys are currently trying to come up with some new songs for their third album. I think it will be nice for them all to be around new people. Perhaps they will get inspired."

Sam gave Uncle Steve a wink with his final sentence only to be replied with a grin and a scoff from Imogen.

She was wearing a Queen t-shirt , ripped jeans and boots meanwhile I threw on a random top, black jeans and my scarlet leather jacked which clashed with my hair.

Even though her body language proved to be confident, I knew Imogen was just as nervous and I was. We know what's on the line here. And we both know we desperately need to get information as soon as possible.

After several different turns around the building Sam stopped and stated,"Well this is it from here. Good luck girls." Without giving us a chance to get in another word Sam opened the door and boomed,"Lads your new guitarist is here. Now play nice they are a bit shy."

Several chuckles came out do the room before Uncle Steve pushed us in and slammed the door on us. Horror stricken we slowly made eye contact with five pairs of beady eyes .

How has my life come to this ?

I'm so excited to write the next chapter !! We will finally see Emily and Imogen meet One direction. If any of you who have written a fanfic or any sort of text before have any recommendation and things I could do to improve my writing please let me know I would really appreciate it. Hope you are all enjoying it so far .