One Direction And Another?

Keirall-Pizzagna

Spirals come out of everything, and suddenly I’m back in the boot of the Lamborghini, but it’s much too small, and then I realise that I’m massive and if I’m not careful I’ll squish Niall, who’s sitting in the corner baaing about Nandos, and then light comes and I’m the small one; small enough to be picked up in Harry’s palm, and his and other voices start saying things, but I can’t tell what-

“Keirall? Keirall, wake up! We’re back,”

“Hmph?” I mumble, opening my eyes to find myself lying between Liam and Zayn, my head on Zayn’s shoulder. He pushes some hair out of my eyes.

“You fell asleep whilst we were on the motorway. Since someone-“ He glares in the general direction of Louis, who’s outside “-decided to take the long route,”

I yawn and stretch “Oh, I don’t mind. Gave me some sleep anyways, which I doubt I’ll get tonight from how nervous I’ll be about tomorrow,”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine,” Liam chirps in “Once you get onstage, you’ll have us to look back at if you feel uncomfortable or nervous. It’s way easier than performing solo,” He opens the car door “C’mon, let’s get inside. We’ll be able to call in to that shop and pay for it later or something,” I blush.

“Oh, I was such an idiot. Sorry,” I say, starting to pull off the jacket, then pulling it back on again once I get outside. Hmm. The temperature outside seems to have gone down since the afternoon, and these rather short shorts aren’t doing any good against the cold.

“Let’s get inside. I’m freezing,” I say, grabbing the bags of shopping and rushing in. I kick off my heels, and Zayn laughs.

“You ever going to where those again?” He asks, grinning

“Maybe. If I’m paid,” I laugh, running upstairs to put the glorious bags of shopping in my wardrobe. All these pretty things for myself! It’s crazy that, over a week ago, I wasn’t even close to this lucky…

“Keirall? What do you want for dinner? I’ll be cooking tonight,” I hear Harry yelling, and run back downstairs. Harry can cook? Oh yeah, I read about it somewhere…Or maybe Angie or Jenn told me…

“Lasagna or pizza? Or a mixture of both?” He says to me, pulling on a ridiculous looking chef’s hat and an apron that says I’m A Sexy Chef And I Know It on the front.

“I’ll settle for the lasagna, thanks,” I reply, going immediately to set the table, as I always used to do back home.

“Whoa,” Says Niall, munching on a packet of crisps “Harry hasn’t even started cooking yet, and you’ve already set the table?”

“Oh, sorry. It’s instinct; I used to do it all the time at home,” I say, placing the last of the cutlery on the table. As Niall observes the table, he snatches a spoon from next to one of the placemats.

“Liam has a phobia of spoons, by the way,” He says, and I blush. How could I forget that time where some of my friends decided to take on the ‘Liam Payne Challenge’ and not use a spoon for a week? Not to mention they dragged me into doing it too…

“Oh, sorry! I forgot! Dang, I have such a rubbish memory,”

“Oh, it’s ok. He just won’t use it, that’s all. Don’t tease him about it, though,”

“Of course I won’t! Everyone has a phobia of something or another; it’s not very nice to tease one that’s only slightly out of the ordinary,” Niall smiles, then a suspicious smirk starts to emerge on his face.

“Do you have an out-of-the-ordinary phobia, Keirall?” I shake my head.

“Nah, it’s just the ordinary fear of heights for me,” I say casually, then think about it. Oh yeah. And another thing… “Er, and a bit with, um, performing. I get this feeling in my stomach, and get all shaky sometimes,” I shiver at the thought “Ugh,”

Niall puts his arm around me.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. That’s one of the good things about being in a band; you’re not the only one on the stage,” He gives me an encouraging smile.

“Yeah, Liam said. But thanks anyway, Niall.”

“No problem. Want a crisp?” He asks, and I take one and munch thoughtfully. Yeeush, that feeling in my stomach has returned. Maybe eating that crisp wasn’t such a good idea…

“I’ll, er, get the drinks,” I say quickly, heading to the fridge, and holler out to the other boys asking what they want. As I place the drinks on the table, a hand reaches out to help.

“Here, let me,” Says Liam from behind, and he takes some of the glasses I was trying to hold and puts them smartly on the table.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t worry about it. Here, I’ll do the other drinks as well,”

“No,” I reply sturdily “I like doing something. It keeps my mind off other things,” Like tomorrow, for instance…

“Food’s ready!” I hear Harry exclaim happily, and turn towards him.

“Wow, that fast? You must be a quick cook to do all that,”

“Well…They are microwave dinners…Oh well. Tuck in everybody!”

 Harry puts down the food, and passes around the salt and ketchup and various other things that I seriously don't think goes well with anything, let alone lasagna/pizza/pizzagna(the name Harry came up with for his pizza-lasagna mix). Seems like Niall can eat anything, though. Even pizzagna with rainbow sprinkles, ketchup and maple syrup(now I'm not one to be scared of exotic foods, but even looking at that made my stomach churn).

"I can't wait to get back on stage again tomorrow," Says Harry lightly, digging into his pizza happily. Zayn, Louis and Niall nod in agreement, but I notice Liam keeping his eyes on me as they nod. I hide the wave of nervousness quickly, though. I don't want Liam to be nervous for me, too, because I have a feeling that he's got some worries concerning tomorrow of his own.

"Yeah, even if it is just for one performance," Louis agrees "I wonder if there'll be any flying panties," I laugh, causing the nervousness in my stomach to calm down for a second.

"Seriously? Flying panties?" I ask incredulously, and they grin cheekily.

"They aren't the only things that come flying across the stage while we perform," Says Niall perkily "We've had tonnes of stuff, like bras, tampons-"

"Tampons?!"

"Yup. Right in the face," Says Harry, tapping his nose lightly "But don't worry. We'll protect you if anything comes flying,"

"I'm ready to bet that they'll be too surprised at your entrance to throw anything, though," Says Zayn cheerily "Or too stunned at your beauty,"

"Pff. Yeah right. More like Sophie's amazing make up skills,"

"Or stunned at your voice," Adds Liam, smiling at me. I blush. My nerves are back, and the combination of the crazy zings that go through me when any of the boys(or maybe Liam especially...?) smiling at me like that with my nerves start to make my head throb.

"Oh yeah! They're going to be totally stunned when you start singing," If I remember the words, sing well, not die from terror... I push my plate away from me, my appetite lost in the conflicts my brain is having.

"Er, I'm finished," Crap, I'm shaking slightly. Why do I have to ruin everything for everyone? I stand up quickly, too quickly, and my chair falls over. The sound echoes through my head, and my palms start to sweat "I'll just go upstairs. To, er, bed. I'm tired. Night," I stutter, almost tripping over the upturned chair leg. I hear them say something, but that just makes me panic more, and soon I'm running, running to get out, out of their lives, so they aren't ruined by me disappointing them.

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Sooooo sorry this took so long to upload! I hope you liked it, though, as that's always good :P I was originally gonna make this chapter longer, but then decided to cut it in half, and change a bit so I could end it as a chapter. sorry again for taking so long!!!

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One of the reasons I was taking a while to upload this chapter...the movie's really good though, although the book always wins ;)---------------->