THE CONTEST \\ Michael Clifford[ON HOLD]

T H R E E

T H R E E

Thursday, April 10, 2014

My eyes scanned through the airport, looking for my way to go. I’ve followed the flow of the crowed so far and now I was just looking for my name on the sign. From what I’ve heard, someone was supposed to be picking me up and then taking me to the boys. They couldn't get me though, in fears of being mobbed by fans. 

Finally I spotted a man holding a sign that read Jocelynn Young. I quickly walked over and he gave me a warm smile before sticking out his hand.

“Hello, Jocelynn, I’m John. I presume your flight went smoothly?” he asked while grabbing my suitcase for me. “Yes, thank you. Although I slept for most of it,” I admitted. He let out a laugh and led me through the doors to a waiting car silently. The chauffeur grabbed my suitcase from John and we both climbed into the back seat. 

“Excited?” he asked. I nodded my head and subconsciously rubbed my palms against my legs. This was really happening. I was now en route to meet my favourite band. I felt my heart rate pick up slightly at this fact.

“Well, we should be there anytime now. Now, I mist ask for you to refrain from squealing and screaming. Just try to act normal, however if you do need to release a squeal, do it quickly and quietly,” he asked. I laughed and nodded my head. Throughout the week prior to leaving I had been getting ready to meet them by googling ways to relax so I wouldn't embarrass myself. Quickly, I began doing my silent meditation remedy which has had surprisingly successful results. 

By the time I had finished, the car had come to a halt. I had barley noticed the streets that we had gone through, and now we were at a random hotel near the venue. John and I quickly got out of the car and I made sure to grab my suit case before him. I know he was being polite, but I didn't want to feel like a burden.

We quickly hurried through the doors and walked briskly to one of the elevators. John pressed the number 23 in the keypad, which was the second last floor. Then he handed me a room key.

“Liz is already settled in the room since we’ve been here for a couple days now. Theres no point in you getting settled though, since we will be moving to the tour bus tomorrow. Just organize whatever you have to. Then I’ll bring the boys to your room. I presume that theirs will be trashed, disgusting they are,” John shook his head to himself while I giggled. I’ve seen all the keeks and instagram videos. They really are pigs. 

Finally the elevator arrived at the floor and we briskly stepped off. John led me to a door down the hall and waited for me to enter. 

“We’ll be around in about 15 minutes. It shouldn't take you too long to freshen up, I’m assuming,” he informed me before entering the room across the hall from me. I heard some screaming going on from that room, so I guess the guys are staying with John. Poor guy. 

Taking a deep breath, I shakily scanned the card against the door handle and the light flashed green. Then, I opened the door, not nearly prepared enough to meet the most amazing woman on this tour, Liz Hemmings. 

A head of blonde hair poked out through the bathroom doorway with a smile on her face.

“Hello! I’m Liz, and you’re Jocelynn, correct?” she asked while hurrying out. I nodded my face, unable to remove the smile on my face.

“Oh you seem like a lovely girl, come in and get ready, won't you? I’m sure you don't want to meet your favourite band wearing that,” she gestured to my clothing. I blushed and shook my head, knowing she was right. I didn't want to be uncomfortable on the flight so I decided to wear a pair of yoga pants and my etsy 5SOS sweater. Quickly, I opened my suitcase and grabbed my outfit of the day: a white t-shirt with butterflies on them, light washed ripped skinny jeans, and a pair of grey high top converse [A/N picture of both outfits in the multi media!]. Then I quickly grabbed a brush and ran it though my pin straight hair and clipped up my bangs. As I placed my brush down, people barged into the room.

“Where is she?” they nearly demanded Liz who stood there laughing. I poked my head out the door and gasped. All four boys stood around Liz. We were finally in the same room. Oh my God. 

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I AM SO SORRY ABOUT THIS. I ended up getting called into camp and because i was babysitting tonight i am now home (but going back tomorrow) but i still get to write this at midnight oops lols. I really should be sleeping if i want to be energetic with my kids.

I have to get up at like 7 tomorrow too. and i haven't eaten much all week from this damn cold.

Anyways, i'm sorry that this chapter is super short. the next will be longer filled with more detail too. 

Next Update: … i don't know. maybe saturday night or early sunday morning. i might be going back to camp sunday too…

**fabulous_hemmo (yes i changed my name.)