Re-uniting With Mr. Famous

Chapter 1

"Megan, can you please change the channel?"

"Shhh!" She hushed harshly. "One Direction's about to be on!"

"I know Megan, and thats exactly why i want for you to-"

"Shut up, Grace! They're on!" She turned up the volume from fifteen to thirty. She was insane.

I groaned and decided to leave the room. I hated to have to listen to interviews about One Direction. Not only that, but I hated to listen to their music, I hated having to see their merchandise, I hadn't seeing their faces, and most importantly, their voices. Oh, and have I mentioned them talking?"

But what sucks, and the reason I can't avoid this crap, is because they are freakin' everywhere. Trams, taxis, store windows, billboard signs, the sides of buildings, inside of stores, television, and even on the sidewalk. Yes, I was walking home from work one day and their was a graffiti artist spray painting One Direction on the sidewalk. Don't get me wrong, it looked pretty cool but thats besides the point.

My point is that they're everywhere so its impossible to ignore or forget about. I can't go anywhere without hearing or seeing them. Not even my own home is 1D free. I thank my lovely flat mate, Megan for this. Shes obsessed. Always keeping up with them, watching interviews, putting up new posters in her room, talking about the latest gossip in her 'fandom', gushing about how many followers she has on her blog, etc. I swear its going to be the death of me.

I let out a shaky breath and cleared my head of all thoughts. But the sound of the TV snapped me back to reality.

I yanked my bedroom door open and ran to the living room to hear better (although with how loud it is I could hear fine from China). I had just caught the last part of the conversation.

"So boys, when do you get to go home and take a break from everything?" The interviewer asked.

"Well, after the premiere of our new movie we have a break. Our American tour has been over for a while now so we can have a good time with our families now," said the one with the buzz cut. (I don't know any of their names, even if I see them everywhere and Megan tells me all the time. I just never cared enough to memorize them.)

"But you still work while on a break from touring, correct?" Asked the other interviewer.

"Yeah, I mean we still have to record songs for upcoming albums, do interviews, and other such. But its the more laid back stuff we do during tour breaks," replied Niall. For some reason his name always stuck in my brain. Maybe its because he's the one with the Irish accent. Or because he's the only blonde.

"So, what do you all plan to do on your so called 'breaks'?"

"Well I don't know about the lads here but I plan to go home to see my mum and other family. Possibly some old friends," Harry said in his beautiful voice. This was the part that made me come running in here for. This was the part that made my eyes go wide. This was the part that my heart ache and turn and skip a beat at the same time. This, was the part that had my thoughts consumed for the rest of the day.

"Possibly some old friends, possibly some old friends, possibly some old friends," Repeated over and over in my head like a broken record.

Like . . . me?