Got a secret, Can you keep it? (Jiall)

Chapter 3

beep, beep, beep.

I slowly opened my eyes, regretting it once a light had suddenly turned on.

"What time is it?" Zayn groaned from his bed. I yawned, sitting up. It was rather cold, and for some reason, the blanket I'd used the previous night was gone.

"5:30, mate." Liam said, getting out of his bed. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. None of us had barely slept an hour, but I guess there were plans today.

"Louis, where'd you get the extra blanket?" Harry's voice mumbled.

"ehh..." Louis grumbled, jumping out of one of the beds, followed by Harry.

Guess I know where that blankets gone...

"Niall, Zayn, get up." Liam called.

"Five more minutes!" Niall's sleepy voice called.

"Can I have another hour?" Zayn murmered.

"No, c'mon boys, we got to get ready. Rehearsals today." Liam said sternly. Am I the only one confused on why Harry and Louis shared a bed?

My phone began going off, so I grabbed it quickly. I didn't need to read the caller ID, just to know who was calling at this time.

"Hey Mum." I answered.

"Hi, Justin." She replied.

I didn't have to be a phsycologist to know that she wasn't happy with me.

"So uh, what's up?" I asked, nipping my bottom lip with my teeth.

Eyes from the boys were on me, their silence as they eavesdropped my convo with my mum.

"Just making sure you're behaving yourself. Hopefully I'm not being pathetic." Her words stung mu ears, leaving me to wince slightly.

"Mum," I whispered, trying to keep this talk confidential, "I swear to you, I didn't post it... I'll prove-"

"How Justin? How will you prove it?" Mum cut me off before I could finish my sentence.

I sat there for a second... how was i going to prove it? "Hmm?" Mum hummed.

I sighed, "I don't know."

"Well, when you do know how you'll prove your 'innocence', I'm dying to hear it." With that, my mum hung up. Her harsh words, making me sigh at the fact she didn't believe me. Her own son.

It didn't take me long to realise everyone was staring at me.

"What?" I asked, glaring back at them. They didn't bother to reply, instead they all turned away from me and grabbed things from their bags.

"I suggest you get ready, Justin." Liam glanced at me, "Considering you're opening our show tonight. And, you have diferent routines than us, so you'll need to talk with our back up dancers, and prep them in the matter of ten hours."

I gave a nod, although I didn't understand why I was opening a show, which wasn't discussed with me.

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We'd all walked into the arena, set for their concert tonight. I was ammused by the way they were practising, wondering what they were even doing.

Liam and Zayn were laughing as they run around the stage, while Niall was jumping up and down, with his guitar in his hands, Harry was somewhat doing snow angels- shall I say 'stage angels'?- and Louis was strutting around, as though he was modeling.

I shook my head, trying not to laugh.

"Justin, these are the only available dancers..." Paul tapped my shoulder, showing me to five people. They gave me a small, friendly smile. Three girls, two males. I huffed, trying to think which song I could open the concert tonight, that'll be easy to teach the routine to.