A Little Bit Psycho (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter Three ♥

I wake up to the sound of my alarm going off, and I slam my fist down onto the alarm clock next to the hotel bed. I hear a crack, so I force my eyes open. I'm left to see that I broke the alarm clock. Oops, I didn't know my own strength. I look over at Liam, still sound asleep. I decide to let him sleep a bit longer while I take a shower because he doesn't take long to get ready.

I silently hop out of the bed and walk to my suitcase. I grab my outfit and my toiletries then I'd make my way to the bathroom. I take a quick shower, washing my hair and shaving my legs. I get out, dry off, and do my dark brown hair in a waterfall braid. I then get dressed in my short, frayed denim cut-offs , my off-white bralet, and shrugs on my heavy maroon cardigan. I slip on my brown oxfords and spray some "That Moment" on..Zayn bought it for me and insisted I wear it, so I did. I put on some neutral makeup, light brown / gold eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner, and a bit of clear lip gloss. I smile, happy with my look and swing open the bathroom door, to reveal Liam standing there, waiting.

"You took long enough." He states as I move from the doorway.

"Only ten minutes!" I protest.

"More like twenty." He mumbles.

"FUCK," I curse ," I have to make sure the boys are up, and ready, and acting normal and-" I spill out before he interrupts me.

"Calm down, love. I got it taken care of. I called all of the boys and made sure that they're up. They'll be at our room in a few minutes." He smiles.

"Thanks, Liam," I breathe , " You're a lifesaver."

He nods and shuts the bathroom door to get showered and dressed. I gather my purse with my photo I.D , along with the boys, hair ties, my iPad, and a pistol. Yes , I do come prepared. I dig my lanyard from my suitcase and drape it around my neck.

All of a sudden, I feel arms wrap around me in a complete bear hug. I scream and elbow the stranger in the abdomen, but he won't budge. He finally lets go and I turn around to see that it was Harry, towering over my 5'2 frame. He's so damn tall.

"Thank god that you and the boys are here, I was worried you guys would still be asleep." I spit out in a single breath.

"I'm the only one here, the rest of the guys went down for the breakfast the hotel offers there. Even Liam went down there." He says.

"How'd Liam get out of the bathroom without me noticing?" I question.

"I don't really know.." he says, rocking on his heels. He clicks his tongue at the awkward silence between us. I stand in front of him, looking at him.

"He's acting weird" I thought. He starts to slightly lean into me, freaking me out. All of a sudden, the boys are pounding on the door. I send God a thank you prayer as I slip away from him to the door. I swing it open and Niall, Louis, Zayn, & Liam file in.

"Okay, guys. We need to leave In a few minutes so we'll have 45 minutes to get to the stadium in time for the sound check for your concert tonight." I say, motioning with my hands as I speak. They nod as soon as I finish.

Louis didn't even do his hair, so I have to fix it, of course. I'm sitting on the bed with Louis sitting cross legged between my legs, his back facing me. I add some gel and scrunch it, making it look artificially messy, the way he requested. After I did his hair, it's 8:00am. I shoo the boys out the door and into the limo. The driver takes us to the stadium, and the boys have about an hour to practice all of their songs. I'm not surprised to see girls already waiting and even tents from when they camped out all night. We drive to the back so no one would notice. The boys go in through the back and step on the stage to start practicing.

They are through with their practicing and heading backstage to make some last minute changes to their hair and outfits. I start to hear screaming, so the girls are most likely coming in. The boys are standing on the one person elevators, holding their mics, waiting for the people to raise them up.

"Introducing , One Direction !! " the spokesperson exclaims, the screams getting louder. And on cue, the elevators start to raise up, the boys waving at me before they reach the top. I smile and make my way to the front of the stage so I can guard it, also so no crazy fangirls would jump on the damn stage. Trust me, it's happened.

The boys started out with "Best Song Ever." They did their stupid dances and when the song is over, they get a drink of water. The boys continue on with their concert with the rest of the songs on the album and Harry tells stupid jokes, Louis does some stupid dance moves, and before I know it, they are performing "Better Than Words" with four songs left. Niall's solo comes and a group of girls all throw bras on stage. Damnit, now I have to intervene.

"What the fuck is wrong with these girls?" I say outloud to myself. I push my way through the girls and walk in between the stage and the the fans.

"BACK UP!" I yell. I throw my arms out and push them back, damn they really wanted to get with One Direction. After about fifteen minutes of yelling at the girls to go back to their seats, I went back to my post with about half of the hearing I had before, and the boys were singing "Half A Heart," my favorite song on the album.

I listened to the song and quietly sang along. I know what you're thinking.. How can I like any of their songs if I hate them? right? Well my dad happens to be a big fan of them and plays their album all the damn time.

Before I knew it, the song was over and the boys were thanking the crowd for the wonderful time. They walked off the stage and over to me. I led them back to the dressing rooms.

"Okay you guys, get your shit together, it's time to go back to the hotel." I say. The boys get their stuff and we walk to the where the limo is waiting for us. We get in the limo and I silently thank god because this limo is bigger than the one that picked me up from the airport and I didn't have to sit on anyone's lap.