Just One Audition (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

It has been two weeks since my meeting with Simon. Of course I agreed on the tour, even though I have yet to meet the boys. 

I woke up this morning refreshed and alive. Today is my last day in my hometown, today is the day I am leaving to go on tour as One Direction's opening act. I hopped out of bed and threw on some navy blue leggings and a long gray sweater way too big for my body. I paired it with some black wedge booties to give me some height. My older brother drove us to Starbucks and Which Wich, a local sandwich place far better than any sandwich you've ever had, I gaurantee it. I made him drive me around my small town in Missouri, as I am going to miss it immensly when I leave.

Now let me tell you, my parents weren't so happy-go-lucky about the idea of me going on tour. They've always been on the protective side, especially my dad, and don't think this is neither safe nor practical to go on tour. It took a lot of convincing from me and my brother to let me go. My brother is 3 years older than me, and has always been my best friend, so I knew he had my back on this.

My brother and I pulled into the garage 2 hours after we left. As soon as I stepped inside, the limo driver Simon sent me rang the doorbell. I grabbed the suitcase on the kitchen counter and called my parents in for goodbyes. It was sad, there were tears, but I really don't want to get into detail about the extended hugs.

"Here you are, Miss Smith." My limo driver, Jeff, opened up the door for me and got my bags out of to trunk. I took them graciously, "Thank you Mr. Jeff it means a lot!" I smiled at him and took in the smell of the airport; gasoline mixed with Starbucks.

"It's my job, Miss Smith, and I also need to make sure you make it to your flight ok." He walked behind me as I entered the airport and went through the pain that is security check.

Jeff left me with a curt nod when the airport worker told him he couldn't come with me any further. I have been on many flights, but never alone, so I was a bit nervous sitting at my gate just waiting. I put in my headphones and blasted Paramore as I waited for the gate attendant to call for first class...Simon Cowell really set me up with the best.

The flight to London wasn't too bad and I actually didn't feel as fatigued as I usually do after travel. The only thing that was on my mind was "holy shit, I am actually going to meet One Direction. The one and only. My fucking idols."

I was greeted at baggage claim by yet another limo driver sent from Simon, this one's name was Aaron. He was nice enough, but didn't make the small talk like Jeff did. He did inform me that we were heading to Simon's building and meeting the boys there.

It hadn't really hit me yet, I was actually going to meet them. My palms started sweating and I mentally cursed myself for wearing the same outfit I've been wearing since this morning. I must look like a serious hobo, how could they ever fall in love with me while I'm looking like this?

My phone buzzed suddenly, and I looked down at the screen to see a tweet from none other than Liam Payne himself: At Syco HQ, just waiting to meet our new opening act. Havin a feelin we're all gonna loveee her :)

Ho. ly. SHIT. That's me. That's me. Liam Payne is talking about me. Oh my God I'm so not ready to meet them, what am I even going to say? I'll probably just freeze and make an inappropriate comment or some food pun, because those are the only things I ever do say.

My thoughts keep running with wild imaginations of how much I'm going to screw up, but before i can scream or cry, Aaron opens up my door and tells me he'll be waiting to take me to my hotel once the meeting is finished. Shut the hell up Aaron can't you see I'm having an inner meltdown here?

I slowly made my way into the building that was almost identical to the one in America. I had to awkwardly ride the horrific elevator all by myself, praying it wouldn't break down the entire way up to the top floor.

I uncomfortably tapped on the all-glass door that led to Simon's office. Oh my God, I was not ready for this. I could see the back of all their heads through the door and almost had a heart attack. I need to stay cool, I need to stay cool, I need to stay cool.

"Come in!" I hear Simon's voice. I know he's right behind the door, but it seems like he is miles away. My arms somehow muster up the strength to open up the heavy door and my legs carry me without shaking, something they usually do when I'm nervous.

The boys are all faced with their backs turned towards me, and Simon is at his desk facing me. There is an awkward chair next to the corner of Simon's desk that is catty-corner to both the boys and Simon. As the door makes the click and swoosh indicating that it is opening, all the boys whip around with huge smiles on their faces. Good, we're off to a good start. 

"Hello!" I sing with as much enthusiasm that shows I'm excited, but not as excited as I feel on the inside. They would be scared to know what I'm feeling on the inside. 

"Emily!" I hear Harry say, and soon enough, I am engulfed in muscular arms and cologne. Even in my heels I am considerably shorter than them all, even almost a foot shorter than Harry. I cough and try to sputter out greetings, but they're all strangling me with their hugs. They all sit down except for Niall, who continues to pick me up and spin me all around. "You're just so adorable and even tinier in person, I can't help myself." His Irish accent rings as he smiles and puts me back down on my feet. I look up into his crystal blue eyes, knowing I'm blushing and try to speak as fluently as possible, "No worries, I get spun around by celebrity boy-band members every day. It's more of a hobby now." 

This sends him into a fit of laughter, as well as the other boys in the room. I'm feeling more confident, though I still can't believe these five boys are real people.

The meeting is short, just business stuff. I studied all the boys as Simon spoke and couldn't help but laugh. Niall was adding his own little facial expressions to me every now and then, Harry was leaning forward with his elbows on his knees picking at his fingers, Liam was sneaking glances at his phone when Simon wasn't looking, Lous was looking bored af as his eyes wandered around the room, and Zayn had an intense stare on Simon the entire time, as if the longer he stared the more he would remember. The only thing that caught my attention was when Simon said I was allowed to date them if I wanted, and management wouldn't break it up. It seemed this caught the boys' attention too, as they all looked at me and then back down, blushing. I felt like crying it was so awkward, but I'm still glad Simon brought it up.

"Well, welcome aboard Emily. Thanks for coming everyone, and go get to know each other." Simon sent us off with a wink.

When we got back outside, all the boys said their goodbyes and got in their limos, all except Harry. "Hey, Simon did say we need to get to know each other, right?" Harry's deep voice was sent down to me with a dimpled grin. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's what he said." I smiled back up at Harry, my naturally smiley cheeks even bigger. 

"Well, let's go get to know each other then." And with that, Harry Styles looped his arm through mine and started running down the sidewalk.

{Well, I hope you all liked it! You know the drill, vote, comment, TELL PEOPLE ABOUT THIS FIC! I'll try to update more often know that Winter Break is here, but I definitely want more reads before I do :) I love you all, you mean the world to me, and I hope this break treats you well! xoxo E}