The Dancer's Daughter (1D)

Chapter Seven

The next morning, I woke up in my old room at Mica's. For a few seconds, I really believed things were as they used to be, before my mother passed. Then I noticed the suitcases by the door, and my memories came rushing back. And of course, I just wanted to cry. Too bad I wasn't given the time.

Mica bounced into the room, all ready for the day and hyper for some reason. “We need to spend the day making you look gorgeous! We have to make sure they regret what they did, and what better way than rubbing in how pretty you are? That... and I seriously need to have a go at your hair!” she exclaimed.

“You've just been waiting for today, haven't you?” I asked, amused. She nodded, smiling sheepishly.

“Well... it's all... and you need... Oh, just go wash it and come back! Don't you dare dry it!” she said, blushing.

Five hours later, I was done. My hair had been freshly dyed and curled, my make-up was pretty close to professional, and my nails were perfection. Mica was glowing next to me, happy that she got to treat me like her doll again.

“It's almost time for that show to start. So, okay. Here's the plan: When we know for sure they're on stage, we'll get on the bus and make it look like you never even left! The only difference will be my stuff in with yours. You said there's an extra bunk, right?” she asked for the billionth time.

“For the last time, yes! There's a bed for you, and room for your zillion bags and clothing items!” I exclaimed, beginning to get annoyed.

“Sorry... I'm just nervous. I'm meeting my favorite band of all time, and going on tour with them... all in the same day. Its all new for me,” she said quietly. And then I felt bad.

Paul let us onto the bus, watching for fans carefully. As far as I knew, nobody but the boys and management even knew I'd gone away for a while. They'd kept it quiet, so that nobody would bother me. I appreciated that, I really did.

My bags were pretty easy to fit back into the little closet area. Even with Mica's on top of mine, there was room. It made me wonder what the boys did with the rest of their luggage, because I knew they'd had more than that.

“When do you think they'll be back?” Mica asked, jumping around the bus. I laughed at her, because she looked truly insane at that moment.

“It'll be a couple of hours, because they just started the concert and this one has a meet-and-greet afterwards. I know how to pick them,” I replied. I was hiding the fact that I was equally hyper.

“But... now we have to wait!” she complained. So then I had one of my brilliant ideas.

“I have a season pass, so you can go watch the concert if you want! Then you can take the pass and go meet them. From there, as soon as you're done, meet me back on the bus. They'll be shocked when the come in and see you again! Just promise me you won't go crazy on them, okay?” I begged.