One Direction And Another?

Keirall-Wakey-Wakeys...And Moustaches

The next week is chaos, and life is suddenly turned into going to, performing in, and coming back from rehearsals. And, in my case, watching them, as the majority of the performance is done by One Direc-the boys. Yes, I still haven’t accepted the fact that I am actually part of One Direction. These guys have done so much and gone through so much together, and they’re only gone through a week with me! It’s crazy!

Anyway, the pictures from the photoshoot arrived, and I’ll have to say I looked surprisingly ok in them(must’ve been the airbrushing). Harry, Liam, Louis, Zayn and Niall all look as charming and attractive as usual, but I have to admit, John did a great job with the photos. I’m no expert, but they really did look as fun and random and playful as they were in real life. I’ll have to add that to my list of thanks to him.

The night before the performance, I get some free time, and decide to do that little bit of ‘research’ I promised the boys, that I still haven’t done yet. I had already read Forever Young and Dare To Dream during the course of the week(while I watched the boys-but it was hard as they kept on distracting me), but they weren’t updated with the, ah, recent events that had happened to them. Which is why I decide to have a chat with my good ‘ole friend the Internet, to see what pops up.

“Hmmm..,”

It turns out that after the success of their first album, the expectations of their second one were higher than they turned out to be. It only got around the bottom of the UK Charts, and didn’t even get into the Billboard. But it seems that there’s a reason for it. Apparently, Liam was having an affair with some Spanish girl that, from the look of the interviews, was a total Spanish bitch in my mind. She totally overdid the whole ‘I’m in looove with Liam my baby’ shit, and you could obviously tell that Liam hated every second, but still tried to convince the press that she was actually his cousin. However, for some reason the press barely mentioned it, and kept ranting on about how he was cheating on Danielle Peazer, his actual girlfriend. That didn’t seem to end well either. Either way, I’m not believing a word from it unless it’s been confirmed by the boys.

As I browse through another site saying various-most-likely-false rubbish, my eyes start to droop, and before I know it, my head is on the computer keyboard and my eyes are closed shut. After a while I hear someone come in, and slowly lift me up into their strong arms and into my bed with a soft kiss on my cheek. I just catch his words, although I’m not conscious enough to recognise his voice:

“Nite, Keirall,”

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I wake to pretty rays of sunlight shining in from my window, and smile happily, cuddling Patch in my arm. I wonder who put me in bed last night? I’m pretty sure that all of the boys are strong enough to carry me easily, and I could barely remember his voice, so really it could have been any of them.

I close my eyes and sigh. Meh. I’ll question them later. The sound of my door opening and some not-so-quiet whispers would make me open my eyes, but I keep them shut when I hear what they’re saying.

“C’mon, she’s still not awake yet,” says one voice, that sounds like Louis “Let’s surprise her,”

“Oh, do we have to?” says another voice, one that I had only heard a few times but still recognised it to be Liam’s “I mean, doesn’t she deserve a day in? She’s not used to the whole rehearsal thing-”

“Hey, she was the one who asked to go shopping. And I think we can trust Sophie with her fashion choice for this outfit,”

Shopping, eh? How very interesting...