Stuck : A One Direction Fan Fiction

Part 14

Part 14

After a long bus ride we have finally arrived in San Francisco.  There are 4 days and 2 shows left until they will be flying back home.  As we pull up to the hotel I am starting to worry about exiting the bus.  This will be the first time I will be publicly seen with them.  There is no hiding from it any longer.  The boys are unphased as they gather up their belongings and I cant help but stare out the window at the group of fans, press, and paparazzi lined up around the entrance to the hotel.  “I’ll just stay on the bus, you guys,” I say as I sit back down.

“You’ll be fine, love!” Liam says over his shoulder.

The security team sets themselves in front of the boys so they can begin crowd control once they get off the bus.  I stand up and line myself up behind them.  I take the hood from my hoodie and cover my face the best I can as the doors open and we begin to rush forward.  

Harry looks into my eyes and intensely says, “whatever you do don’t stop.” I am more than a little scared and before I can run to the back and lock myself in the bathroom he grabs my hand and we practically jog to the doors.  I keep reminding myself to keep my head down and don’t stop but I can’t see.  All those flashing lights.  I think they got my picture, I don’t know.  I can’t think about that now.  I think someone grabbed my arm.  My shoulder is killing me.  Am I alive?  Did we make it?

I breathe a big sigh of relief.  I survived!  Just when I think I think it’s ok to relax Niall speaks up, “Amy, you’re bleeding!”. He is pointing to the back of my shoulder.  I strain my neck to get a better look but I can’t see.  Luckily there is a mirror near by.

There are 3 lines going diagonally  across my shoulder to the middle of my back.  The blood is soaking through my shirt.  “One of those bitches scratched me!”  It looks like I got attacked by a tiger.

Security walks over and explains our rooms are ready and the boys head up to their rooms while I stay behind and get my wounds taken care of.  I still can’t believe this has happened to me.  I keep saying, “But I had a hoodie on!” Had a hoodie is the key phrase.  It isn’t until now that I realize that I am no longer wearing it.  “Oh man! That was my favorite!” I almost feel violated.  Someone has my DNA under their finger nails, so gross.

Paul just chuckles under his breath, “Welcome to One Direction.”