One Direction, a Tour Bus and Me

Chapter 2- Watch This

I kept my mouth shut and didn't answer, no matter how they tried to bribe me.

"Just tell us your name." Quiff sighed. I smirked. This was really winding them up, they kept trying to guess but I wasn't saying anything. Until now.

"Amelia Pond." I told them, wondering if they would get it. None of them seemed to have any idea who that was, causing me to slam my head against the table infront of me. Why didn't they just let me go like they had Sophie? 

Shit, Sophie. 

"Aw, crap." I whined, knowing Sophie was probably worried out of her mind right now. 

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialled her number. I ignored the Boy's stares on me as I called my best friend. 

"WHERE ARE YOU?" She screamed down the phone, causing me to flinch away slightly. My ear was ringing slightly from her yelling down the mic. 

"Do you mind not shouting? Jeez, I'm still in the last place I was. Well, not in the same place, but in the same place place." I told her, using girltalk to confuse the boys who were watching me with their   eyebrows furrowed. 

"I was only calling because I knew you'd panick. I just randomly hung up sorry... Anyway... Bye!" I said cheerfully and hung up before she could respond. 

I rubbed  my head, which had been stinging since I hit my head on the table and turned to the idiot closest to me.

"Do you have any ice?" I asked, knowing that there was going to be a huge bruise there if I didn't use some ice ASAP. 

He nodded and ran out of the room. I turned to face the other boys and I smiled slightly. 

"So, Amelia--" I cut him off by laughing.

"My name isn't Amelia." I bit my lip. I had wanted to do this for ages, and now was the right time. "Well, it is, but it isn't. Call me Amy. Amelia Pond is a bit to fairytale." I told them, quoting my favourite show ever. 

Doctor Who.

None of the boys seemed to pick up on my joke and I inwardly groaned. The blonde one who had left the room to get some Ice for me returned, a huge ice-pack in hand.

"Thanks." I smiled at him. An actuall, genuine smile. He smiled back, then I turned away, pressing the cold ice against my hurting head. 

"So, when can I go home?" I asked. The one in the plaid shirt bit his lip and mumbled something I didn't hear.

"What?" 

"You can't. The Driver began driving as soon as Sophie left the bus. We have to be in Nottingham by tomorrow morning for a photo shoot. Sorry, but your stuck with us until the tour over."

"How long is that?" 

"Three months." I stood up, pushed past the boys and ran to the door. I yanked it open and yelled, "Watch this!" Over my shoulder, before jumping out, rolling like you see people do in the movies.

Surprisingly it didn't actually hurt and I ran off, away from the deserted street we were on, into the unknown. Sophie, you know owe me Kellin and Alex in person. Wrapped up in a bow. With some new converse.

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I ran for about two miles before finally reaching some buildings. I felt kind of dizzy, and my ankle hurt slightly, but I delt with it. 

The buildings were more like warehouses and it looked deserted. 

"Hello?" I called out, kind of scared. I mean there has to be someone around here somewhere. I heard groaning behind me, so I grabbed a pole that had been dumped on the floor. There were more groans and I panicked.

"ZOMBIES!" I screeched, swinging the pole infront of me. About five men emerged from the shadows, scruffy and stinking like hell. 

"Fuck! First I get stuck on a tour bus with a whiny boy band, now I get cornered by the un-dead? Hell nah," I jumped on a bin that was behind me and scrambled up onto the roof, bringing the pole with me just incase. 

I crawled back until my back hit the wall and sat there, holding my weapon infront of me. A random hand suddenly appeared at the edge of the roof, scaring me more.

I looked around for a way out, but found none. A man climbed onto the roof, grinning at me. He had a really evil grin is all I am going to say. 

There was suddenly a loud creak, making me look around. The guy began to move towards me, but I wasn't focused on that.

"Mate, this floor is going to collapse. You need to move!" I yelled at him. I didn't care if he was just about to rape me, I needed to help him get to saftey. "Back up the way you came, this floor is going to collapse and we'll probably both die. Get back down!" 

He actually did as I said and climbed back down the wall. He didn't say a word. Not even thanks. Rude much? 

The floor under me began creaking again, stopping me from saying anything to him.

"Sorry, couldn't stay away." I looked up to see the guy back again. With a fucking knife. 

"You're fucking crazy!" I yelled at him, the wind blowing my brown hair behind me. 

He took a step towards me and the floor gave out. He fell down about 30ft, whereas I grabbed onto the balcony thing above me. I hadn't even noticed it before. 

"HELP!" I screamed, begging someone to help me. I really didn't want to die. 

My hands were getting a bit sweaty after five minutes and beggining to slip. I needed help, fast.