Mummy Direction (One Direction 6th Member)

Right Now

Hello everyone! How are you all doing?

Sorry I've been MIA the past few days! Just got a busy with family matters and work!

I hope you all are having a great time with your families right now!

Here's a little chapter for all of you! Just know that this is based on the San Siro Project from the movie! But there could be some parts different from it, since I wrote this a little differently.

This chapter is requested by @karelyvic! Sorry your request took a while!! I hope you like this one!

Happy reading, everyone! 🫶

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The San Siro stadium hummed with energy, even during soundcheck. Y/N adjusted her in-ear monitors, glancing over at Louis, who was balancing precariously on a stool. Niall looked on with a mix of amusement and mild concern.

"Louis, you're going to break your neck before the concert even starts," Y/N warned, her voice light but firm.

"Don't worry, Mum," Louis grinned, wobbling the stool dramatically. "I'm a professional."

"A professional idiot," Niall shot back, shaking his head as he tuned his guitar.

"Oi, I resemble that remark!" Louis retorted, earning a laugh from everyone.

Harry, meanwhile, was testing his mic, belting random lines from old songs with exaggerated flair. "Isn't she lovely... isn't she woooonderful!" He sang dramatically, placing his hands on his chest.

"You're going to scare the fans away," Zayn teased, leaning against his mic stand.

Y/N smirked, adjusting her own mic. "If they've stuck with us this long, they're not going anywhere. They survived Niall's giggling, after all."

"Hey!" Niall protested, though his laughter gave him away.

As they gathered on the stage, each boy grabbed their mic stands, stretching out their arms and warming up their voices. Y/N took her place, adjusting her monitors and trying to get in sync with the band.

"Alright, let's do this, lads," Liam said, giving them all a thumbs-up.

But Niall, as usual, was more interested in the snacks hidden in his backpack than the soundcheck itself.

"Liam, can we take a five-minute break for a sandwich or something?" Niall asked innocently, holding up a half-eaten granola bar. "I'm telling you, these bars are life-changing."

"Niall, we're in the middle of soundcheck, we barely just started" Liam replied, rolling his eyes. "And we've got a show to do later. You're not eating granola bars during our soundcheck."

"Watch me," Niall grinned, taking another bite as if Liam had just given him permission.

Zayn, without missing a beat, jumped in. "Is it a sandwich or a granola bar, Niall? Make up your mind."

"I was considering making a sandwich out of the granola bar," Niall said, chewing dramatically. "But now that you've called me out, I'll just go for the bar."

"Stop making us hungry," Harry complained, his face scrunching up. "Do you see this?" He gestured to his mic stand. "I can't even look at that granola bar without wanting to dive into a full buffet."

"That's the way to get into a food coma before the show, mate," Louis joked, hopping around and adjusting his mic. "I bet you eat like a king backstage, don't you?"

"Oi, I have a high metabolism!" Niall defended himself. "You've seen me! I'm like a human vacuum. Don't judge me."

"I wasn't judging," Louis said with a dramatic gasp, "I was just admiring your ability to consume a thousand calories in under two minutes."