Our Chemical Direction

Our Chemical Direction {A MCR/1D Fanfic}

{Thorn's POV}

I grabbed my dad's arm and pulled him towards the car. "Dad, come on. We're gonna be late for the meeting!" I critisized. We were on our way to meet our manager. He claims he has 'a big surprise' for us. "Yeah, Gee. Thorn's right." Ray agreed. I smiled and mouthed a silent 'thank you'. He knows how much I hate the manager, so I want to get this over with.

I bet you're wondering how Gerard is my dad. Well, I come from an abusive home and he saved me. I went to a signing and forgot to turn off my phone. My mom tracked my phone signal down and showed up at the signing. She pulled my wrist and told me to come on, and when I disagreed she back handed me. Gerard intertwined my hand with his and pulled me away from her. They fought and she later left. 2 weeks later, Gee adopted me.

"Alright, alright." Dad stressed, sitting in the car. Once everybody was in we took off to the city. We were staying in a hotel for a day, since we live in Belleville, New Jersey. We got to the building in 15 minutes, and boy did I want to leave already. We walked in through the front doors and dashed towards the elevator. We hit the up button quickly until an elevator opened. We all stepped inside while Mikey pressed the floor number. We waited and finally came to the 36th floor.

We bursted through the doors to see the manager and.. Simon Cowell? What is Simon Cowell doing here? "Sit, please." the British man instructed. We all sat down, confused. "You guys are going to be doing a callaboration with one of Mr. Cowell's clients. Not just that, but you're going to be sharing a house on the outskirts of England with them." our manager spoke up. We all smiled. "Alright. How long are we sharing a house? And who's the clients?" Frankie asked.

Our manager sucked in a deep breathe before saying one of the few names I hate. One Direction. "What?!? We're going to be living with five girly twats?!?" I screamed, slamming my closed fists onto his desk. "No, you'll be living with a polite, popular boy band for 12 months." he corrected. "Ah! I don't want to live!" I sighed dramatically, pretending to faint into Frankie's arms. He rolled his eyes and continued speaking. "You have two days before you fly out to England for 12 months." he said, ignoring me.

We talked for a while before we jumped back into the car and drove to the airport. It only took us a half an hour to get through security, and 4 hours to get to New Jersey. Once we landed we grabbed all our stuff and headed to the house.

"I can't believe this." I complained. "It's going to be just fine Thorn." Frankie sighed. I raised my eyebrow and saw a smirk coat his features. "We're gonna have a hell of a time pranking those douche bags." he chuckled. I rolled my eyes playfully. "We're gonna steal the chain to the toilet, aren't we?" I giggled. Frank nodded and waited for me to continue. "And glue their shoes to the floor in their sleep? And put wasabi sauce in their toothbrush bottle? And put red Kool-Aid powder in their shower heads? And cover them with maple syrup and feathers?" I asked. Frank said yes to each one. "Maybe this won't be so bad." I winked, standing up.

"Thorn, you're playing drums in the studio right?" dad shouted. "Yeah, why wouldn't I? I play them in the band, don't I?" I answered. He never replied so I just walked to my dresser and started picking out some clothes to bring, really, all of them. "You're bringin your BOTDF shirt?" Mikey asked as he popped into the door frame. "Yeah, why? Is that a crime?" I snorted. Mikey shook his head 'no' and left my room. I finished packing up everything I needed and brought my bags downstairs. "Dad, can I go mute?" I asked him, being honest. "If that's what you want, but you'll have to tell the boys." he answered. I whispered an excited 'yes' and went to tell the boys.

"How will 1D know what you're saying?" Ray and Mikey asked in unison. "Uh, I think that's why she's being mute again." Frankie explained. I nodded my head to show that he was correct. See, I used to be mute for the first 6 months of Gerard adopting me, so everyone knew sign language. "That's mean, but alright." Mikey answered. I smiled and looked over at Ray, seeing a yes. "Thanks." I signed. {A/N: From now on anything that is in ' instead of " is sign language}

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We arrived at the airport and waited for our flight to take off. I got a seat next to Frankie, dad sat with Mikey, and Ray sat alone. 10 minutes later the flight attendant announced that we were taking off. It only took us 3 hours to get to England, which surprised me, and 1 hour to get to the house we were staying at.

The little pricks were already there and unpacked, since they didn't need to fly across an ocean. "Um, hi. I'm Liam. I figured out an arrangement that might work for us. I have it written down on this piece of paper. I was told we had to be paired up. One from each band in each room." he nervously explained. He handed my dad the paper and he looked over it. "You want my daughter to stay with you?!" he asked, raising his voice. "Um, yes, sir. I only paired us up so that way I can assure you there will be no funny business." he stuttered while nervously rubbing his neck. Dad breathed slowly, calming himself. "Alright, thank you. That's very kind and gentleman like." he authorized with a tight smile that looked very tiring. Liam nodded and walked up to 'our' room. I turned to my dad. 'Who are you paired with?' I asked. "Louis" he answered, looking confused.

All the sudden a blonde, short boy with white powder all over his face came running downstairs. "Liam! Louis pranked me! Help! I can't see!" he yelled through the house. As soon as he finished his sentence he ran straight into a couch and flipped over on his back.

Well. I can tell this will be a handful.