The Fortune Teller (One Direction)

Chapter 5 - Meeting One Direction

I wonder how many diamonds there are on that piece of wallpaper…

Who reads fishing magazines, anyway?

Oh look! This chair’s been torn…

They’re just a few examples of the thrilling thoughts running through my mind right now. That’s what boredom does to a person; you start questioning wallpaper. That, and the fact that I rushed breakfast before hopping into a taxi earlier, so I’m feeling a bit dizzy.

When the five most hyper girls in London arrived at the hotel half an hour ago, we were quickly escorted to a small waiting area in the foyer. Since then, no one has moved. I don’t think I could be more bored.

“How long will they be?” moans Raya.

“We’ve been here ages!” grumbles Wendi.

I know they’re desperate to meet the boys. When I told Wendi about meeting them today, to stop herself from screaming she had to stomp on the floor in excitement. This alerted Raya, and she sat bolt upright in bed mumbling, ‘I do! …What’s going on?’.

“Yeah,” Darcy adds, dabbing more lip gloss onto her shiny pink lips, “I’m not waiting for them forever.”

Our eyes swivel towards Fliss.

“Patience is a virtue, girls.” She says simply, but I can see her drumming her fingers on her knee impatiently.

A few minutes later, our prayers are answered as we see a young woman with a handheld organiser grasped between her fingers make her way towards us.

“Felicity Robinson?” she asks. She looks over us with distaste, eyeing our teenage attire as if we are wearing a potato sack each, the complete opposite of her pristine work clothes. Her hint of a scowl is replaced with a forced smile as Fliss stands up. “I’m Helen, I work with the tour manager.” She tells her, and Fliss obviously doesn’t care. Huffily, Helen adds, “The boys are ready for you.”

Wendi, Raya and myself keep our cool for about three seconds. Once Helen’s back is turned, we leap out of our comfy blue chairs and skip down the corridor after her. Darcy shakes her head at us, smiling, and Fliss turns around to laugh at our childishness.

“We’re going to meet One Direction!” Raya mouths to me, followed by a St. Trinian-style ‘Oh my God’.

I giggle and link arms with her.

“You would’ve been able to gather in their rooms, but there’s just too much mess in there, and they refuse to clear up…” Helen says to us. Then she stops beside a door that I would assume leads to sort of meeting room. “They’re just through here.”

I feel Wendi tightly grip my shoulders as I step through the door.

“FLISS!” I hear someone scream once inside.

“HARRY!” Fliss replies, letting her cousin envelop her in a bear hug.

Laughing as they break apart, they talk a mile a minute about how long it’s been since they last saw each other, then something about how strict Fliss’ dad is, and then more laughing about their grandma on Boxing Day. The usual cousin stuff.

Darcy clears her throat and Fliss finally remembers the four of us stood by the closed door.

“Oh! Harry, guys,” she says to One Direction, still laughing a little, “These are my friends.”

Sat around the table in the centre of the large room are Liam, Louis, Zayn and Niall. They seem to be discussing something in whispers between themselves, constantly frowning at one another and mumbling something else. When Fliss speaks, they stop their little debate and wave at the four of us, calling for us to take a seat.

I notice that Harry is still standing, his eyes focused on me. Talking to Fliss he guesses, “The girl from your birthday party?” He points at me, looking like he’s trying to find that little girl he had shoved down the stairs. I see him smiling.

“This is Issy.” Fliss introduces me to him, and I almost feel the need to formally shake his hand. “So, you remember her?” she addresses Harry.

“Yeah, I thought I recognised you!” he grins.

I stutter in my shock, “R-really?” He must be lying, there’s no way he’d remember me!

His grin falls from his face and leaves a confused expression, “No, not at all.” Behind him, the boys start laughing at him. Harry begins to chuckle, too, not daring to look at his boys.

I was right. Liar.

He manages to pull himself together, “Sorry. We’re fans of practical jokes.” Lying joker. “Pleasure to meet you again.” He tells me with an odd bow. He holds out a chair for me to sit so I can socialise with him and the others.

“What, is there a whoopee cushion on here or something?” I ask him, not daring to sit down until I’m sure.

“Haha, no!” he laughs.

“Helen won’t let us have them anymore…” Louis says sadly.

“She seemed like such a cow!” Wendi says. I’m glad she hasn’t died despite the fact that she’s sat next to Niall and Louis. It’s quite impressive for her seeing as she nearly fainted when she thought Zayn winked at her at the concert.

“Sometimes she is, but most of the time we ignore her.” says Zayn.

“Bit of an 8, I reckon…” Harry mumbles. He quickly receives a thump on the arm from Louis.

“So, you two used to know each other?” Liam asks Harry and me.

“When they were, like, 5 or something,” says Raya, the Liam fan, answering even though she doesn’t know the story. I look over at Fliss to see if she’s going to interject or correct Raya, but she’s too engrossed in conversation with Zayn.

I accept that there are no hidden traps concealed in my chair and sit down between Raya and Harry. Raya’d kill me if I dare to interrupt her conversation with her beloved Liam, so my only choice left is Harry.

“Did you enjoy the show last night?” he asks.

“Definitely! It was amazing!” I reply, perhaps a little too fan-girl-like.

Harry turns away from me and looks across the table where Darcy is sat, looking for her chance at joining in on Wendi’s conversation with Niall and Louis. “What about you?” Harry asks her.

When she realises that it’s her he’s talking to, she stops slouching in her chair and sits straight, resting one arm on the table. “It was alright. I loved Rebecca’s performances. And Cher’s!”

I stifle a giggle when she says this. I know she loved One Direction’s singing last night because I could hear her yelling louder than me. She’s such a flirt sometimes.

Harry looks a little troubled, but he tries to stay cool and calm, “Me and the boys were pretty good, too. Right, Issy?”

“Yeah, I suppose. I don’t think Darce was paying much attention then, though…” I tease, warming up to Darcy’s little game.

A fellow joker, he quickly catches on, “Oh, very funny.” He says with an annoyed smile. He fixes me with a look that clearly says ‘It’s on’.

Indeed, it is, Harry Styles.

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