On Tour With One Direction

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I flicked through the one hundred TV channels the hotel I was staying in provided. Great they were all in Italian. " What do you expect, you're in Italy you idiot." My brain told me. "Oh, shut up". I said lazily and moved my hand as if I were swotting away a fly.

Great, I thought. I'm speaking to myself and now I'm using similes. My English teacher back home would've been proud I thought to myself. The day seemed to be never ending so I decided to ring dad up and see how his business was coming along. I mean he's partly the reason that I'm staying in a hotel. Somewhere in Italy. When I don't know a word of Italian. But I wouldn't want to be anywhere else I thought to myself. I mean my mum threw me out on the streets, and practically left me for the dead. If Uncle Josh hadn't found me that day, only God knows where I'd be right now. I shivered at the thought and furiously blinked away my tears. Was I a weakling or what?

Bored of being cooped up in my hotel room, I decided to go on an adventure. Down the hallway. Into the lift. Where the wifi connection was the best. Wow, I thought to myself I have a pretty sad life. I put on some sweatpants and my new Nike Air Forces and walked into the lift. I often did this. Just stood in the lift, using the free wifi. Haha, you thought I was going to say something deep about letting my thoughts and worries drift away as I stared up towards the never ending top of the lift. But no. I came in for the free wifi. Cheap or what?

I clicked on Dad's number and his face popped up onto my screen. " Hey Dad! How's the business going?". I asked cheerfully.

"If by business you mean sucking up to some Italian big shots with their Louis Vuitton briefcases and Rolex watches, then yes. Business is going damn well."

I chuckled at the bluntness of my Dad's statement. "Oh my gosh dad you'll never guess what happened?!"

As I said this the lift door opened and a group of guys walked in. Not bothered by their presence, I continued the conversation with my Dad.

"What Liverpool are top of the league?" He said with a smile tugging at his lips.

" What the heck Dad, you just ruined it." I said pouting." Yes Liverpool are top of the league and we beat Man U 3-0!" I said happily.

" Glad to here it kiddo, but I best be off I mean don't wanna catch my boss seeing me messing around like this. Otherwise he'll never agree to the deal."

" Ok Dad, but I need to ask you something"

"Ask away love."

" Can you do anything about the security in the hotel because I am so bored in the hotel room and I haven't had a good kick about in ages." I said whiningly.

"Darling, you know I can't do anything and there's only a few more months until we go back home. Just bear with me darling. This is the best chance I've had at a fresh start in ages, and you know I can't just let it go".

Instantly I regretted asking my dad the question as I saw the slightly hurt look on his face. He turned back up to look at me and said " Hey, if you were looking for some entertainment I heard some big group from the UK are visiting Italy as they are on tour. They're even staying at your hotel!". My Dad said excitedly.

"Mhmm, you know I'm not really a fan of groups, what are their names?" I asked curiously.

"I'm not sure something like Left and Right or was it Compass?". I burst out laughing at what my dad had just said. Seriously, Compass? I heard some snickering from the other side of the lift, but I didn't look up as I was used to young Italian lads coming into the hotel for one night and getting wasted.

" Dad you are so old fashioned, they're not called Compass, I can assure you."

The puzzled look on my dad's face only made me laugh harder as he looked like some sort of lost puppy. " Well anyway, my dad began, they're quite dashing if I say so myself so if you see them, get their autographs for me". I was doubled over in laughter by now.

"Dad! You sound camp! You're calling a teenage boyband ' dashing '. Like who even says that anymore?". I laughed hysterically.

"'Sorry". He muttered, his face slightly flushed, but from his expressions I could see he was trying to think of something to say back.

"Have you hooked up with any Italian gentlemen yet?" He said smirking.

"DAD!" I said my face beet root red.

" Haha you are just so easy Yazz", he said laughing.

"Well anyway I've got to go now so bye speak to you later have a nice day". I babbled out as I was still embarrassed on what had just happened.

"Bye love". He said laughing. I ended the call, as my dad's face disappeared from the screen. I decided I was hungry so I touched the button for the

restaurant. As I pressed it, someone's finger clumsily brushed over mine. I turned around to see all of One Direction present in this fucking lift.

Well I thought, as a smile crept onto my face, Dad wasn't far off with compass I suppose.