I'm Coming Home (One Direction Fan Fiction)

~Chapter Seven~

Was I the only one who wasn’t linked to One Direction as of yet? It seemed that everyone I knew was somehow involved with One Direction, and I wasn’t aware. I was somehow out of the loop.

“You didn’t know he would become this big, then…” I say as I fit the imaginary puzzle pieces together. She nods with a heavy sigh as she spoons in another mouthful of pie.

“It’s still a surprise. He has a girlfriend now, anyway…” I believe she was referring to Perrie, who I’d heard quite a lot about from Nicole the other night. Perrie Edwards was a performer from Little Mix, another British band or something.

Changing the subject awkwardly, Michelle brings up tonight’s gig, after I told her excitedly about it on the phone the other day. Despite the changing of topics, I couldn’t get the reluctant feeling from my mind. I was certainly unsure about tonight’s date. I smile and play along; telling her about the costumes and last night’s crowd and such, but it didn’t take long for both of us to realize that neither of us were focused. I eventually trail off and with a sigh; our conversation sits at an awkward silence.  I look down into the sad cream, floating atop my coffee, and I stick my spoon into it, stopping it from drifting from one side of the cup to the other. I look up to see Michelle watching the spoon without an expression on her pale face.

After the silence overwhelms Michelle, we both decide to catch up another day because we were both quite speechless after the turn of events. We call it a day by saying goodbye to each other, and we head in separate directions. Hers is to the hospital, mine is straight to the set of ‘Hey Saturday it’s London’, a popular show that’s aired each Saturday night, almost like America’s ‘Saturday Night Live’. I’d seen Danielle’s dance crew on here a few times before, but not once did I think I myself would be performing.

I was almost late, leaving lunch as late as it was. I was instructed to be there an hour beforehand, and I knew Danielle meant it. I ran inside and quickly took my costume from the rack, frantically throwing it on my body. Turns out, it was a few sizes too big for me- meaning it was the wrong costume. I dart back out and in the changing room again, this time with the right costume, and I whiz out to get my make-up and hair done. They do it in a matter of minutes whereas yesterday they took 10 minutes at a minimum.

I run around afterwards, trying to find Danielle. With the rush of people, the never-ending hallway of rooms and the endless amount of sets, it’s hard to find my way around the massive airing studio. It took me at least 15 minutes to locate a helpful staff member who told me her whereabouts, and another 10 to actually find it. By the time I got there, there was exactly half an hour to airing and I had to practise. Danielle wasn’t fazed at the slightest, in fact, she was quite pumped.

“What’s gotten you so excited?” I smile, looking into her deep brown eyes. They reminded me of Emily’s.

“Just really pumped. Excited to dance.” She exclaims. I nod in agreement and we warm up and go through the routine a few times with the other girls, before we were ushered to the set. It was spacious, to say the least. The backdrop was overlooking the city at nightfall, and the set was supposed to look like we were on the rooftop of a building. Within minutes the music’s beat started to pump through the set, through our blood, into our minds. We completed the routine in time to grab some snacks before they had to record the next segment, so we were told to get changed and it was a wrap. I was pleased.

I get home at 6 after stopping at Danielle’s flat and having a glass of wine with her. She wished me luck on my date and with that I said farewell to her and came home. I run into my room and step straight into the shower, soothing my sore back after the bad chairs at the bakery this morning. The water helped relieve the ache and unfortunately, when I discovered I was nearly out of hot water, gave me a push to get out. I dry my hair quickly and slip on a cute black and white polka dot dress which I had spent so long admiring in the front window of one of the boutiques downtown. I slip it on with a few accessories and a nice red lipstick to match and assess myself in the mirror- I don’t think I did too bad. I pressed my lips together and nodded at myself.