The journey would take about an hour to the recording studio, apparently, which left me lots of time to ponder a load of questions that had been floating around in my head since Simon proposed to go into the band. Like why he was so enthusiastic about it, if a six-person-band would work, and if anyone’s going to react nicely to a new female member of the band.
Oh stop being so sexist Keirall, I tell myself, it’s going to be fine. Relax.
Good thing the boys are in the car/van with me, or I would have driven myself crazy with nerves and anxiety.
“So,” says Zayn “Nervous?”
“Not about recording the songs,” I reply “About…the future,” I laugh nervously, and look down at my new converse that I got for my last birthday.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Niall, smiling at me “They’re going to love you,”
“Aw, thanks Niall,”
“And anyway,” says Louis “Even if they don’t love you, at least we do!!”
“Oh ha ha,” I say sarcastically “Your love is treasured, I assure you,”
“Oh, I’m hurt, I really am,” Louis replies, and mimes a tragic death scene. I laugh and push him into Harry, who then hugs Louis protectively.
“Be careful of my baby!” He says in a silly high pitched voice, and we all start laughing. Then someone starts singing Baby, and we all join in, singing louder and louder until Paul has no choice but to shut us up by yelling and turning on the radio.
“Shut up, you guys! As much as I admire your singing talent, and it is great I assure you, I want to listen to the motorway report,” hollers Paul, and we all slowly quiet down.
The car radio plays static for a while as Paul tries to latch onto a radio station. After a bit of listening I pretty much tune out the radio, until Paul finally gets onto Capital FM, where the motorway report is just ending. I decide to listen for a bit before tuning out again.
“-And finally on the M26 there is a minor problem with road blockage due to an overturned cement lorry,” says the reporter in her dull, emotionless voice “Back to the studio,”
"And thank you Lynn for that rad news report," says the disc-jockey, in a much more upbeat, but just as equally annoying voice "Now let's get on some hip summer stuff, to remind y'all of that awesome summer we just had. Let's see what we got here..,"
A very familiar intro starts playing, and the boys all grin at each other. Oh, you've got to be kidding me, I think, as Liam's voice rings clearly out of the speakers(yeah-this radio has speakers. Big ones)
“You’re insecure, don’t know what for..,” sings the Liam on the radio, as the real Liam blushes and covers his ears. I join in as all of the other boys start laughing, and Liam tries to swipe Harry, who’s imitating the way Liam sings in a pretty funny way.
“Man!” says Harry, grinning wildly at the distressed and slightly annoyed Liam “Calm down! You don’t really look like that when you sing….much,”
Liam looks like he’s about to slap him, when Harry’s bit starts.
“Everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you-ooo..,”
This time, its Harry who’s cringing in the corner and Liam who’s gleefully joining in the laughter. After a while, Zayn asks Paul to change the radio station.
“Why?” I ask him, as Paul changes the station to Radio 1 instead. Zayn shakes his head unhappily.
“It’s too weird,” he replies simply, and I decide to leave it at that. Something tells me that I’m gonna find out, sooner or later…
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Hi 1D Fans!
Sorry I made this chapter so short, I've been busy lately :(
Don't worry though! lots of surprises ahead!
Thanks 4 reading! x
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FanfictionKeirall Leighton is a normal, 17 year old girl going on superstardom. Pah! That sounded better in my head. Anyways, ignore my terrible attempt to try and write myself a description for my own story. All I'm saying is that I, Keirall, have gotten mys...
