Tomlinson was the best thing to happen to me (Watty's '13)

Filming

"Annabelle! Get up! We're all going to the filming today! C'mon, man! We need to beat Zayn or we'll get yelled at courtesy Liam!" ALRIGHT. That's a REAL threat. I flipped myself out of bed, nearly falling off in my clumsiness. Out of habit I brush before shuffling to the kitchen where, thanks to Niall, we had about 30 pancakes to deal with.

"We're not going to be able to finish all this and wash up before Liam yells at us." I reached for a plastic bag in the cupboard and flipped in about 6 or 7 for myself.

"Genius."

"I know I am." I reach for another and hand it to him so he doesn't have to try and finish all 15 mid sized pancakes. And we don't even have syrup like you normally would. I know that because I've trawled through the cupboards many time for food, and it just doesn't exist. "Eat this in the car."

"Niall and Annie, you guys are second out here after me," Liam informed, leaning on the door of the van. Of course, Liam, no one ever beats you for punctuality. Or even just being early, because we have a good 4 minutes on our hands.

"As everyone knows, Liam, no one can beat you in this."

"Harry's here, and Louis' here," Liam told us, looking over our shoulders. "Where's Zayn?"

"I dunno, where is Zayn?"

"I'll run back in," I offer. Without waiting for a reply, I turn and dart back into the building. Niall followed. I take the steps two at a time out of habit. "Niall, why are you following me?"

"I still like you," he blurted. I froze for a moment before rapping my knuckles on the door. No answer.

"Card, please." I hold out my hand to him without looking. He slaps a card in my palm, and I slide it across the lock. "Zayn!"

"Coming!"

"Well hurry up!"

"You in the bathroom again?" Niall asked.

"I'm coming! Just another minute!"

"Can't wait another minute!" I yelled, now outside his bathroom door. I did what I could. A last resort, I unlocked the door to his bathroom. I really shouldn't have done it. Zayn was sitting on the toilet, and the place reeked. "Sorry, man." And with that, I backed out, closing the door. Niall did what he could, but couldn't hold back a snigger. Exasperated, I squeezed my eyes shut and knocked heads with him.

"Ow," he protested.

"Done! You didn't have to break through the bathroom door, did you?"

"I was concerned that maybe you were still working on your hair, 星仔."

"Seriously! What's with this sing tsai? You've called me that twice all up and I have no idea what it means!"

"I'll explain later. He was in the toilet, Liam."

"She ran in on him!" Niall blurted.

"Yes Niall, I did. At least I didn't fart in your face."

Arriving on set, I discovered that one of the camera operators was sick and that they needed someone to stand in. Now normally, I would never go within a 2km radius of a video camera given the opportunity, let alone a professional camera. "Annabelle," a man shouted. "We don't have enough people, do you mind helping out?"

"I'm no good with cameras."

"You'll be fine. At worst we'll not use any of the shots you take."

"Oh alright then. So where do you need me?"

"We've got a minor camera for you. Take whatever shots you can, just don't get other cameras in view." He handed me one that was obviously professional. I made a mental note to not drop it, on my toes, especially.