A Lost Direction (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 11- I Won't Sing

‘Ok boys are you ready to go on?’ Mr Wendell asked, glaring at me especially. I grimaced at him.

The last hour had not been very enjoyable. The ride to the area had been very quiet indeed, no one saying anything. Then when we had arrived we went straight to hair and wardrobe. That’s when it all started. I don’t want to go on stage. I don’t want to sing. But Mr Wendell always gets what he wants.

When we first got there I wouldn’t walk inside. I stood my ground and let everyone else walk ahead of me and I tried to make a run for it but two of the security guards, new guys who I had never met before, grabbed me and hurled me, not very gently through the door. For there I was passed from one person to another, each of them making me look presentable to go one stage but they always kept a hand on me so that I couldn’t run off.

I think the other boys took my refusal to come in the door as permission to cause their own bit of trouble. I could tell all three of them didn’t want to perform without Harry and I think they were just as ready to do anything to not have to get back on that stage.

Niall spilled a glass of water on himself just as we started to head up stairs to the back of the stage. This resulted in a flurry of activity as a whole bunch of people crowd around Niall and when they broke apart he looked good as new.

Liam tried my tactic and just stopped and wouldn’t move. It worked as well as mine did and another two security guards grabbed hold of each of his arms and pulled him along while Liam kicked and screamed and tried to fight them off.

Zayn was a pure genius. He fell over. But no one noticed. They were all too busy trying to keep Liam and me in line because we were the ones who were fighting back that they didn’t notice Zayn disappeared. It wasn’t until we were just about to go on stage that they finally noticed that they only had 3 members of the original One Direction and this resulted in a search and Zayn was found shortly after.

So we are now all standing backstage, microphones in hands. All done up nice and we looked pretty good for four guys who hadn’t had a shower in days. But I was so full of dread. I couldn’t feel my insides anymore. I felt empty, hallow. It’s like the feeling you get when you’re nervous for something that you haven’t really prepared for only 10 times worse.

‘Everything ready?’ Mr Wendell asked as he came up beside me, Blake close behind.

I just glared at him.

‘Louis, can I speak to you for a moment?’ Mr Wendell hissed into my ear.

I followed him a little way away from the others. He grabbed my arm tightly and pulled me close so that he could whisper in my ear so no one else heard.

‘If you mess this up Louis, I swear that you are seriously going to regret it’.

‘And what are you going to do?’ I snarled at him.

‘I could kick you out of One Direction’.

I laughed coldly. ‘I really wouldn’t care if you did. Means I don’t ever have to see you again’.

He looked taken aback for a second and I guess that he really didn’t fully understand just how much I wanted to be anywhere but here.

‘Then maybe.... one of your friends will have a little accident and end up like your friend Harry’.

Now I was shocked.

‘You wouldn’t! You’re not that evil are you?’

‘Oh yes I am. Believe me I am quite capable of murder’.

‘So if I do everything you say and don’t mess this up for you, then you leave my friends alone’.

‘Deal’ he said, letting go of my arm.

I walked back to the others, massaging my arm because he still hurt from where Mr Wendell had grabbed it.

‘You alright?’ Zayn asked me.

I nodded but didn’t say anything. Could Mr Wendell really be capable of murder? The man was evil, yes and he liked to get his own way but would he kill someone to get it?

‘Ok you ready?’ one of the crew members asked and we all nodded.

Blake came and stood beside me.

‘Louis I really need to talk to you’ he said urgently.

‘Now really isn’t the best time HARRY’ I said to him keeping my eyes fixed forward.

I heard the music start.

‘Ok go!’ another one of the crew members said and we all ran on stage.

‘We’ve got a bit of love/hate

You take me to the edge then you hit the breaks

I say it's over one day,

But then I'm calling back begging you to stay

We make up then we break up all the time’ Liam sang.

I looked around and tried to look relaxed but I was all shaky and I couldn’t even remember the words to one of our songs.

 ‘I'll say that I hate her song, then you'll go request it the whole night long

Some people say it's so wrong but even when we fight,

It'll turn me on

We make up then we break up all the time’

‘We're like na na na

Then we're like yeah yeah yeah’

When the chorus began I didn’t even bother to lift the microphone. I am not going to let Mr Wendell hurt the others but I will not sing.

‘Always like na na na

Then we're like yeah yeah yeah’

The others had started to notice that I wasn’t even singing. Blake was still oblivious, mouthing the words with a big smile on his face.

Liam came over beside me and grabbed my arm and tried to turn me around to look at him but I wouldn’t move.

I could hear a voice in my ear piece screaming at me to sing but my lips didn’t move. I throw my microphone onto the ground and it made a loud squealing sound. Everyone covered their ears at the noise. The music stopped playing. Everyone was staring at me.

‘I’m sorry’ I said to Liam, Niall and Zayn then I ran off the stage.