Stuck (One Direction)

2 - Behind the Scenes

I woke up, startled, to the voices of a few guys singing and one playing the kazoo. Smiling, I rolled over and found the boys, spinning in circles and swaying back and forth. They were singing what I believe was called the Wake Up song or something and Louis was just playing the kazoo.

After I was able to take everything in, and my eyes focused allowing me to see all of this, I started to burst out laughing, but Louis jumped onto the bed and clamped his hand over my mouth, making me laugh even harder.

"Shh! You're going to wake up your family!" He whisper-shouts into my ear.

"Louis get off the poor girl!" Liam laughed lightly.

"Louis' right though," I said, pushing him off of me, "my obsessive sister would wake up and all--wait. How'd you guys get in here?" I asked, appalled that they might have broken in.

Smiling, Harry held up a key and dangled it around. "This."

"Yes," I answer, rolling my eyes, "but it might be useful to know how you got those, Harold."

"Oh yeah, we asked the manager. He was cool because he saw you with us. Oh, and I'm sure it helped that we're a worlwide sensation."

"Oh...he just...gave them to you?" I ask, shocked.

"Yeah," Zayn says slowly, scratching the back of his neck. "Sorry to invade your privacy, you know."

"No, it's fine...in fact, it's sorta nice to be woken up this way." Finally, my mind was fully caught up and I realized I was in my pajamas. "Oh! I need to get ready!" I looked at their stage outfits that they always wore and began to get up. "You guys can just wait in...um...the living area, but don't be to loud or my sister might wake up and start screaming and tweet your guys' location and I'm sure you don't want that...."

"Okay...wait a second! Why can't we stay?" Harry asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, just get out!" I laugh, pushing them all out of the room and locking the door behind them. After that, I stand with my back against the door and sigh, looking around at the hotel room. "What am I even going to wear?" I wonder aloud to myself with wide eyes. I hadn't planned on meeting One Direction, let alone going to their concert, so I had only packed some basic, casual things.

Furrowing my eyebrows, I walked over to my suitcase and began to rummage through it, hoping I could mix and match to create something "concert-worthy".

After a while of throwing out clothes that didn't fit the bill, I smiled at a layered, flowy, teal shirt and laid that neatly at the edge of my bed. Then my eyes stopped on a pair of faded blue jeans and a smile broke across my face. 

Snapping my fingers with sudden realization, I ran to the shower and turned it on, climbing in to quickly wash myself. I used the Pert 2 in 1 (yes, I know it sounds cheap, but it's my favorite shampoo and it smells delightful) so it wouldn't be so quick and then used a simple Dove bar to cleanse my not-so-dirty skin.

For a moment, I sighed and let the hot water flow down my back and across my chest. "Just give yourself a moment, Elizabeth," I murmur to myself, closing my eyes, "let yourself know this is all real." I stood there and let the moist air cling to my slightly tanned skin, making me feel warm and the water stream over my hair. The water was calming and awakening, really helping me believe this was happening. 

Slowly coming back into reality, I turn off the water, clamber out, and wrap myself in a towel. After brushing quickly through my long, dark brown hair, I turned on the blow-dryer and attempted to get it to at least the point where it wasn't dripping annoyingly cold water down my back and then brushed my teeth. I looked at myself in the mirror and then cocked my head, debating on if I should use makeup or not. Shrugging, I decide not to and hurried back to my room to get dressed.