Wren's P. O. V.
The last stop on the Invitation Tour was in Frankfurt, Germany. The guys were sad that it was over, and I was too, but I was ready to go back home. Hotels get annoying after two months.
The guys and I were chilling in the green room before we had to leave for the meet and greet. Corbyn and Zach were trying to do some dance while the rest of us just laughed at them. I was sitting on the couch with my legs draped over Jack's lap. He held my thighs, rubbing it squeezing them every few seconds.
"You ready?" Tyler asked coming into the room.
"Heck yeah!" Zach shouted. The guys agreed and we followed Zach to the backdrop set up on the side of the venue.
I went and stood behind the merch table as the Limelight ticket people started coming through the doors. Most of them skipped the table and went straight for the boys, but a few stopped to buy a shirt or poster.
The guys hung out with the fans for a few hours, then started sound check. I watched, laughing, as Jack and Daniel danced around the stage acting like idiots.
When it came time for the VIP's to come in, I went to the backdrop and got my camera equipment ready. Everyone got in line and security led them to the guys.
Daniel's P. O. V.
After the show, we all packed up our stuff and got on the bus. We were leaving Germany tonight to go back to the states. It was a twelve hour flight that none of us were looking forward to.
"You have everything?" David asked from the front of the bus. We all double checked our bags and gave a thumbs up.
We got to the airport and everyone checked their bags in and did all that stuff. Jack waited at the back until Wren got there. She had to stop by her hotel quickly before coming.
Our flight was called and we followed the others through the gate and to our seats on the plane. I had been separated from the guys, but I didn't mind that much.
I had my headphones in and I was trying to take a nap, when my phone buzzed. It buzzed for like three minutes straight. I picked it up and saw that I had been tagged in one post about a million times. I clicked on it and saw that I was a screenshot of an article someone wrote. I clicked on the link and the website popped up.
I began reading the article and realized why I had been tagged in it so many times. It was basically trashing Why Don't We. Calling us cliché and fuckboys and saying that the only talent we had was how to work auto tune. I looked at the author and was surprised.
The only information I found was that she was a girl my age. I wasn't surprised that she was a teen who hated us. I was surprised at how well written this article was. You'd think it was some professional writer or something. I looked at some of her other articles and loved them. She had so much talent.
As I was tagged in the article more and more, I remembered why I was reading the article in the first place. I looked through the comments and saw so many people standing up for us and bashing the author. She didn't deserve that. She's just expressing her opinion which is completely fine.
I felt bad that this specific article gave her a lot of negative feedback. She had reasons for every statement in the article, and it was amazing. She shouldn't get hate just because of who it's about. Looking at her other articles, she was always praised for her writing.
I thought that it'd be a good idea to apologize to her about all the hate. She didn't deserve it. Her name wasn't in the article, she had a user name instead, but I saw her email at the bottom of the page and clicked on it to send a message.
I first explained how sorry I was for all of the hate. I told her that her article was amazing and very impressive, even if I didn't agree with some of her accusations. I apologized again for the fans and how mean they can be sometimes. I thanked her for sharing her opinion then sent the email.
I kind of felt like it was stupid if me to do that, but it was too late. I'm sure she knew she was gonna get hate for this article. If she couldn't handle it then she wouldn't have written it.
The plane took off and I knew I'd lose connection to the social media world. I turned the volume up and leaned my head against the window, watching as the plane ascended into the air.
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"Daniel, we gotta go," someone shook me awake. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Jack standing over me. I sat up and gathered my stuff, still half asleep. How did I sleep all 12 hours of the flight?
I followed Jack and Wren off of the plane and into the airport. It was four in the morning, but fans were still here to welcome us home. They came running up to us.
I had a group hug with about four girls. I took pictures and signed autographs and made videos for the fans who couldn't make it. We were probably there for an hour, maybe two.
"Let's go guys!" Tyler said. We all groaned before saying our goodbyes.
We got our suitcases and everything then went outside to the uber David had called. We couldn't all fit, so Jack, Wren, and I stayed behind to wait for another uber.
Jack and Wren were being all cute and romantic. Gross. I stood to the side and checked to see if the girl had replied. She had, so I opened it to read it.
She thanked me for apologizing, but she said there was no reason to. She told me that the article wasn't real. It was real, but she didn't mean anything she said. She was challenging herself to write about something that she disagrees with. She doesn't think we're cliché, or talentless. She actually really enjoys our music and freaked out when she saw that I had emailed her.
Then I thanked her for supporting us and told her that she was successful in the challenge. It was an amazing piece.
She thanked me and then asked if we could talk more. I agreed because just by reading her writing I knew that I wanted to know her. Instead if email, I found her on instagram and we started talking there. Who knew that a new friendship would start from a fake hate article?
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