Mummy Direction (One Direction 6th Member)

Where We Are

i have been listening to Where We Are repeatedly, I'm addicted to the song 

So I decided to have a chapter written for it! 

And I highly recommend listening while reading this chapter!

Happy reading, everyone!

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The energy backstage was electric, buzzing with the kind of nervous excitement that only came from pulling off something entirely unexpected. The six of them stood in a tight circle, their voices overlapping in a flurry of last-minute comments and inside jokes. It wasn't often they kept something like this under wraps, and the secrecy only added to the thrill.

"Alright, everyone," Louis began with his trademark cheeky grin, clapping his hands together. His tone was light, but the glint in his eyes betrayed his eagerness. "Tonight's the night we blow their minds. Are we all ready?"

"Ready?" Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow as she adjusted her in-ear monitor, her fingers brushing the wire with practiced precision. "I think the real question is, are they ready? They're about to lose it." Her excitement was palpable, and she couldn't keep the smile from tugging at her lips.

Harry leaned casually against a nearby speaker, arms crossed and his signature smirk in place, his eyes scanning the group. "That's the idea, love. If they don't scream so loud they shatter glass, have we really done our jobs?"

Liam shot him a look, though his lips twitched with suppressed amusement. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to hide the grin forming. "Let's try not to cause a safety hazard, yeah? Paul's already on edge." They all chuckled, picturing their manager's well-worn nervous energy.

"Paul's always on edge," Niall quipped, shrugging as he adjusted the hem of his shirt. He gave a mock-serious look toward the group. "He's probably got paramedics on standby for when they faint."

Zayn, quieter than the rest but no less excited, glanced around the group, his fingers tapping absently on his thigh. "They're going to remember this forever," he said simply, his words carrying a weight that made everyone pause for a moment. His gaze was intense, and the others could feel the significance of his words sink in.

"Alright, sentimental moment over," Louis declared with a laugh, shaking his head as he stepped toward the door. "Let's go make history." He shot a wink at Y/N, his energy contagious.

Y/N smiled, a nervous flutter in her chest. She wasn't nervous about the performance—they had rehearsed this song to perfection, and every part of it felt like second nature. But this wasn't just any song. This was something new, something they had poured their hearts into. The fans deserved nothing less than the best, and she was determined to give it to them.

"Let's do this. Let's go!" she said with conviction, her voice cutting through the last of the tension. With that, they filed out of the room together, the anticipation growing as the final moments before the show began.

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The stage lights dimmed, and the already deafening arena erupted into chaos. The fans, unaware of what was about to happen, screamed and chanted as the band reappeared. This was their moment to shine, to create a memory so vivid it would live in their fans' hearts forever.

Harry stepped forward first, his silhouette illuminated by a single spotlight. The sight alone sent another wave of screams through the arena. He stood still for a moment, letting the noise wash over him before he raised his microphone, waiting for the sound to die down, though it never fully did. His grin was mischievous, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Alright," he began, his voice smooth and teasing, carrying across the arena. "You lot have been unbelievably amazing tonight."

The crowd's response was a renewed roar, flashes of light from phones creating a galaxy of tiny stars in the arena. Harry's grin widened as he soaked in the energy, barely able to contain his excitement.