One Direction to the Rescue

Unexpected Run In-ch6

Scott’s point of view

I woke up with the biggest stomach ache of my life, I was still dressed in my clothes from last night and just on top of my covers.  What did I eat last night?  I laid down for another minute when I felt queezy.  I ran to my bathroom throwing up in the toilet.  Seriously what happened?  Then it all came back.  The concert, being pulled away, running away, meeting Harry Styles, and then… wow.  I guess Blade was serious.

After my business in the bathroom I decided to take a long hot shower.  After stepping out I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a huge bruise that covered most of my stomach.  Great now I have to think of something to cover this up. 

I went back into my room and changed into jeans and a tshirt.  I looked at my phone and it was only 8am, an hour before I had anything scheduled.  Being an actor my body never adjusts that well to the time zones so I wake up at different times every day.

After messing around for an hour I hear a knock at my hotel door.  I go to open it and see who else but Blade and Big…  “Your chariot awaits sir brat” Blade said with an evil smirk

“Well good morning spawns of Satan” I said as I brush past them to go to the car.

The car ride to the set was uncomfortable,  Blade was driving and Big was in the passenger seat.  I try focusing on my script to prepare for today’s scene until Blade finally speaks up.  “So how’s that stomach of yours this morning?”  he said with a small chuckle

“It’s weird you mention that goon leader because I had a dream last night where I was being swarmed with screaming fans clawing at my stomach and low and behold when I woke up my stomach was sore.  Looks like you guys can’t even do your job in my dreams.”

I saw Blade’s hands tighten on the steering wheel from anger.  Point one to me. 

“We will see about that” he said sinisterly under his breath but loud enough for me to hear.

With that out of the way I went back to studying my script.  Today’s scene wasn’t that big of one, we were in the dessert doing an exchange with the bad guys.  The software for the girl, cliché sort of thing but easy enough.  When the scene was done I was heading back to my car when I tripped on something… I tend to be clumsy. 

“Smooth one there brat” Blade said as he kept walking by.  I rolled my eyes and was about to stand up when I was lifted up.  I was shocked for a second but then realized one of the directors or crew was helping me up.  Then I looked up to see who was the kind Samaritan… it was Big.  I stared at him for a second before realizing I was being rude.

“Thank you” I said trying to show sincerity in my words.  He gave me one nod and then followed me as I made my way back to the car… maybe I judged him to early.

“Where to now chauffer?” I said trying to sound like a high class business man

“The brat is getting in his cage and being shipped to Miami.” He said grumpily

O well I don’t care about his attitude, I get to go to Miami!!

Harry’s point of view

I still can’t believe what happened last night.  How could his “bodyguards” do that?? I mean I get he ran away but to full on punch him hard enough to knock him out, that’s just… wow.  Since we did our last concert here in Dallas we are on our way to our next location.  I don’t even know where we are going half the time.  I just get onto the bus and let them take me wherever they need me to go.

The bus is nice and all, it’s actually quite large and we all have our own beds.  There’s a family room if that’s what you want to call it, it has two large couches and a big comfy chair but its also combined with the kitchen and table area.