I awoke the next morning on the floor next to my bed. Kiya was in my desk chair and resting her head on the desk. She was still sound asleep. I slowly sat up, yawned and stretched. My stomach was rumbling. I got up and walked down stairs into the kitchen to get some ceral. As I walked down stairs, it was quiet. Too quiet. Hmm, strange.. I opened up the fridge and on the milk there was five notes...
"At rehearsals! -Lou :)"
"Good morning or afternoon! We are at rehearsals. See you soon! -Liam"
"Vas Happening!? At rehearsals.. -Zayn"
""Good morning, gals :). Right now, we are at rehearsals, as you may know. Love you, Kiya. Love ya too, Tashe! -Hazza Boo"
"Hey :3. The boys and I are at rehearsals. A limo is arranged to pick you up at 5 pm. See you soon! I love you, Tasha. -Niall :)"
I guess they're at rehearsals! I laughed to myself. Tonight was going to be fun!
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Paul knocked on our door and escorted us to shiny limo parked outside of the flat. I wore my favorite One Direction shirt and shorts. Kiya was basically my twin, (cloth wise) but she wore sun glasses. That gal with sun glasses! Fifteen minutes later, we were in front row seats watching the boys perform and act like their selves. They acted so stupid in front of thousands of people, but didn't give a care in the world cause they we are doing what they loved most of all. But I swear they all are 2 at the hearts. Even including Liam!
The concert lasted a long time. It's the best concert I've been to too. The boys said goodnight to the crowd and ran off the stage and to the backstage. Five big security guards escorted Kiya, Perrie, Danielle, Eleanor and I to the lad's dressing room. When we walked through the door, my oh my the boys were sweaty!
"How'd you like it?" Louis asked us girls with a smile and chugged his water.
"It was the best concert I've been too!" I confessed with a grin. The girls nodded their heads in agreement to my answer.
"Someone's calling you! Answer your phone! Unless you don't like them. Then you can pretend you didn't hear me." My phone rang. Harry smirked at me. That was him who was saying that too. I answered my phone after giving Harry the middle finger.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this Tasha Smith?"
"Um, yes?"
"Hi, I'm Simon Cowell."
(A/n sorry for the short chappie guys. . . I'm tired and don't feel good. Got home from a basketball game. We won! But, if you're reading my other book, "We're Gonna Pick Up My Pieces" that probably won't be updated til tomorrow. Just a fyi. So, please leave some comments on what you think of the story please. I'd really appreciate the feedback (: Nighht, loves!)
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Fanfiction(COMPLETED) One Direction and Tasha and Kiya have known each other since they were in diapers. What happens when Tasha and Kiya spend the entire summer with them in London, and their biggest dreams become a reality? How will the conquer it and conta...
