Status: On Tour With 1D

Opportunity Comes Knocking

Okay, so I looked at my reads for the first time in a while and HOLY SHIT GUYS, I SWEAR I ONLY HAVE 2000 READS ON THIS AND IT'S SUDDENLY 10,000?!?! YOU GUYS ARE MY HEROS, I LOVE YOU ALL!!!! Also, I swear this thing only had 8 chapters, not 19. I must be losing my memory.

So I'm on exam leave. My parents are in Thailand while my brother is at our grandparents and I'm home alone for eight days. I think you all know what this means. Those eight days are gonna be filled with singing, eating, looonnnnggg sleep in's, studying and hopefully a lot of writing!

My friend asked me what my Wattpad account was called. I'm afraid she's gonna find this because she knows my nickname. Aisha if you're reading this, you better expect to get a drill with a bomb in it for your birthday!!

I'm hoping to finish this story by the end of the year so fingers crossed!

That's all, enjoy the update!

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"It's official guys." Christina said. "I've run out of money. I'm broke, bankrupt, got no twenty dollars in my pocket!"

"Well maybe you shouldn't have brought that remote control car in Paris. Maybe then you'd have money." Chelsea pointed out.

"It was my birthday! I'm allowed to buy myself a present! And that was ages ago! "

We were currently in Sunrise in the USA and I've gotta say, the city was named well. Right now it was the 11th of June and we were taking a couple of days rest before the boy's next concert on the 13th. It was our first time ever in the America and we were planning to go out and explore but we had a small issue.

"What about you Kate? Can you lend us a couple of bucks?" Christina asked.

"Don't look at me guys, I ran out of money back in Madrid." I said, putting my hands up in defeat.

"Well this great. The one time we come to the US and we can't buy anything. This sucks." Christina huffed, staring gloomily out the window at the city.

"Look on the bright side," Chelsea said. "At least we don't have to pay for our hotel rooms, food or transport. If we did, we'd be in a shit load of trouble."

"I second that." I replied. "Also, the fans are starting to like us. Remember how we interviewed the boys on that Twitcam? They loved it."

There was a knock on the door. We looked at each other, mild confusion shown on our faces.

"Is that the boys?" Christina asked.

"It can't be, the tech rehearsal doesn't end for another hour." Chelsea said.

"Maybe it's room service?" I offered.

"Well I didn't order anything. What about you guys?" Chelsea asked. We both shook our heads. Another knock sounded, this time accompanied the shuffling of feet. "We should answer it."

"Yes, we should." Christina said slowly. "Bags not!"

"Bags not!" me and Chelsea both exclaimed at the same time.

"You were slower!" Chelsea accused.

"Was not!" I retorted.

"Well I'm not answering it!"

"Well neither am I!"

Once again the knocking came, this time accompanied by a quiet, but audible, sigh of frustration. "Hello? Is there anyone in there?" a man's voice called. Okay, so it wasn't one of the boys. There's my hope dashed. Please don't a serial killer!