Suffer \\One Direction and 5sos//

chapter 3- The Craziness Starts

The ride to the airport was long, a two hour drive. Being stuck in a car with five strangers makes it even worse. I just tried to read my book, The Last Song. I normally didn't read romance novels, but I read almost every book in the action section of the public library so I settled for an old fashion, love story.

I focused on the words, trying to keep the book still as the car shook from the roads. No one has really said a word except for the quiet mumblings in the front of the car. Not that I was trying to start a conversation.

The airport was only a couple minutes and away, I could tell because the traffic was bad and there was quite a few planes in the sky.

"Simone?" The one in the front with a large quiff asks me. 'His name is Zayn.' I remind myself.

"Yeah Zayn?" I look at him and he smiles, knowing that I remembered his name.

"Do you know who we are?" He says and looks down at the ground.

"No, and I hope you're not a gang because that would be bad." I say and they all let out a chuckle.

"No we're not a gang, but thanks for seeing us that way. Were uhm, how do I put it? Uh, I guess you would call us famous?" He says looking at the other boys for approval.

"Famous?" I question him. He looks terrified.

"Yeah, we're One Direction." The blond one proudly states. His name starts with a N. Erm, his name is Niall? That's an odd name isn't it?

"One Direction, as in the boy band that every girl obsesses over?" I question and they nod with pride.

"Well I wouldn't have guessed that one." I laugh and slouch back in my seat and the boys all smile at me still. "What?" I simply ask and they all shake their heads like they weren't looking at me like I had two heads.

"Do you have a tattoo?" The curly haired boy asks me from my side. He picks up my right wrist and pulls up the hoodie sleeve, revealing my tattoo that says "hope" in swirly letters. He looks from the tattoo to my eyes.

I bite my lip and look down, I don't just have that one. I have thirteen tattoos. They are all covered up by my jeans and hoodie though. "What?" The one with long brown hair looks over too. His eyes go wide as he sees the tattoo and a smile appears on his face.

"Aw, that's cute." He says examining it closer. "How'd you get it? You're only 16." He questions me as we pull into the airport parking lot.

"Uh, a guy on my old street ball team knew a guy, and he got me all of my tattoos." I say and pull my sleeve back down to its original place.

"So you have more than just this one?" Zayn asks me raising an eyebrow.

Shit.

"Yeah, I have thirteen." I say and blush, knowing that girls normally don't have tattoos at sixteen.

"Really?" Liam says from the drivers seat.

"Uh huh." I say and continue to look at my lap.

"What are they all?" Niall asks me.

"I have obviously the word hope, a cross, my mothers and sisters initials, a telescope, a heart that's in white ink so it looks like a scar which is pretty cool I might add, a moon, a feather, two outlines of birds, a lightning bolt, a crown, a diamond, a piece of rope, and an arrow." I says counting on my fingers to make sure I've got them all.

"That puts you in fourth place." The long haired one says, uhm his name also begins with a L. Its like Louis, right?

"Fourth place?" I ask and we pull into a parking space not too far from the entrance.