Zadies POV:
I couldn’t even begin to explain to you what was happening at the moment. I’m pretty sure we were all in shock. Basically, King the Kid was going on One Directions’ “Where We Are” tour… as an opening act. Just thinking about it made my head spin.
Currently, Erin, Jose, Ricky and I were standing in the basement of the boys’ house packing up the crap that Jose, David and Ricky had thrown everywhere in their few years living in this house.
“What are we gonna do with all this shit when we’re gone?” Jose asked, picking up a flashlight and shaking it. I shook my head playfully and grabbed the cheap flashlight from his hand.
“You’re not moving out, just leaving for a few months.” I remind him.
For now they were being added to the rest of the American leg of the tour, which should last another 3 months, since it had just began. If everything worked out, they had a good chance of being invited to join the European tour, and possibly Australia and Asia. But that was only if everything worked out, and there was A LOT that could go wrong.
The fans had to like them, they had to pass musical criteria expectations monthly, and they especially had to get along with One Direction.
I was in some sort of shock. I was worried, anxious, excited, nervous, terrified, but mostly proud. They were finally getting recognized for their talent after so many years of playing covers in different basements that I think their confidence had been running low. Who knew a small bar gig would hold such a huge opportunity?
It’d been a week since Paul had interrupted our backstage celebration and One Direction had played one other show in Chicago and were set to hit the road in two days. King the Kid still hadn’t met them yet; they were going to today.
Ricky angrily pulled at his shaggy hair and kicked a box in frustration. “Fuck!”
“What?” I asked him with concern, pulling the fallen box up straight. “What’s wrong?”
“We have to leave in two fucking days and nobodies packed, we haven’t even met the guys yet, and my shit is too big to fit into a suitcase the size of my fucking dresser drawer.” I knew how pissed he was, whenever he was mad he swore like a trucker.
“Calm down, Rick. You’re going to be fine. You’ve got a few hours to finish packing, and I have another suitcase you can use. And don’t worry about the guys. They’ll like you, I promise.” I assure him. He sighed with frustration, but his eyes were calmer and his mouth had relaxed a little.
“I’m gonna miss you, Zade.”
Harrys POV:
Three punk rock boys stood across from me, each one dressed in different forms of hoodies and colored jeans. They all sported long black hair, except for the Mexican one, whose hair resembled Zayns’ quill.
David, Jose, and Ricky. Or King the Kid, our new opener.
“Nice to meet you, mates.” Louis spoke up from one of the office chairs set up in the center of the conference room they’d stuck us in.
I knew we all hated it. They’d set us up to meet in a conference, like some sort of fucking business personal. We were 8 guys who were in bands, not jackasses in suits trying to pitch ourselves to each other. But business was business to them, no matter how uncomfortable we all felt.
Luckily, these guys seemed pretty cool. Ricky was hilarious, Jose was chill, and David was upbeat.
“You lads ready to leave in a few days?” Zayn asked them.
“As ready as we’ll ever be. It’s all just been surreal.” Ricky answered.
“I know what you’re going through. It’s still surreal now. It’s gonna get crazy, though.” I tell them truthfully. I didn’t know what I signed up for when I auditioned for the X-factor a few years ago. People will give me shit if I ever say it out loud, but I truly didn’t expect to grow to basically be the biggest music stars on the planet. Call me cocky, I’m just telling it how it is.
We talked about the tour life for a little while longer, us explaining how it worked to have no real home for months, and then ending up cracking jokes and screwing with the various office supplies.
After we’d covered the white board in dry erase marker, I told the lads I needed to piss and opened the door to the conference room.
And I came face to face with the clearest pair of brown eyes I’d ever seen.
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The Direction of Zadie
أدب الهواةZadie Harper knew she was lucky, growing up with 5 people who she would trust with her life. Ricky, Erin, Chloe, Jose, and David know her better than she knows herself. That's what happens when you've basically know them since...well, birth. When R...
