Day 11 of the Take Me Home Tour. We're leaving Australia to go to the Ireland tomorrow. Australia was so incredible. Show after show, the crowd roars and try to sing along. Some of the girls knew us, but not many. Imagine our band touring ourselves and having thousands of girls sing along to our songs, or the girls who follow us around just for a picture... Now that's amazing. Girls who show dedication are truly a gift. I would love to have millions of fans and call them our family. Millions of girls loving what we do; the ones who love who we are.
As we head out to the stage, we do the usual. Introduce ourselves and sing. I've gotten really close to Niall and Zayn, though. I'm glad Niall comes on stage with us and is able to play guitar to our songs, too.
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"This is it. The airport. Isn't it amazing, Luke?" Calum gazed.
I still can't believe it, though. We're on our way to Ireland to perform. I'm gonna miss Australia. A lot. I'm going to be away for about 7-9 months. Wow. Imagine, touring with your three best friends (brothers, as i say) and five strangers--who will soon become your brothers.
We wait for about ten minutes and Liam shows up at the airport first (not a surprise). We all chat and tell jokes until everyone else arrives. Zayn was the last one, he looked pretty worn out. As the lady spoke through the microphone thing, she alerted everyone taking the first flight to Ireland that the plane is ready. I was so pumped. We all started to walk to our plane and a couple fans (of One Direction) and paps showed up, but we all brushed it off and continued walking.
As we got into the plane, I sat in the middle of Harry and Niall. Mikey, Liam, and Calum sat together, while Zayn, Louis and Ashton sat together.
My plane ride was full of Harry's horrible (but funny) jokes and Niall showing us really funny (some perverted) tweets from his fans. It was really amazing, for my first plane ride if you ask me. I grab my iPod from my pocket and attempt to untangle my earbuds, which I eventually do, and click any song, (i wasnt even paying attention) and my ears were suddenly filled with a Blink 182 song. I close my eyes and begin to dream of unicorns. Ha. I actually just play my dumb Angry Birds app.
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Niall had woke me up five minutes before we had landed, which gave me some time to wake myself up and stop my music and put my iPod back into my sweater pocket. When the plane landed, I grabbed my backpack and suitcase from the luggage carrier thing on top of our seats and started exiting the plane.
Again, there were One Direction fans, a lot of them, and more paps. Grrreat. Note the sarcasm. I quickly got frustrated and walking a bit faster and excusing myself for shoving some girls from rushing and being crowded. I can't deicide what'll be harder about making it big and being a big celebrity; the paps, or the fact that I won't be able to hug (or maybe a kiss on the cheek) or meet every single fan and tell them how they changed our lives and honestly, it if happened, I would do anything to just notice every fan and tell them how much I love them.
The lads caught up to me, after a good ten/fifteen minutes or so. We got into our reserved car, and One Direction got into theirs. Our van was black with tinted windows, of course. There was a tall man, and a woman sitting in the front, and another man, sitting in the seat behind them, all dressed in black. We all got in our seats, Cal and Ashton by the man, Michael and I in the back by ourselves.
"I'm Tom, by the way. This is Debby, she'll be helping with your music equipment. And the one in the middle seat by the two lads is Peter. We're like your security guards," the man said, who was driving now.
"Oh, we're not that fam-" I started to say, before he interrupted me.
"You will be. Once you hit the UK or start Japan, trust me," he chuckled. "You'll have everyone knowing all your songs, lyrics, names, everything. You're working with One Direction. So, that will lead you into their fandom, and they'll like your music, as do I, by the way. It's really good. But like I was saying, there'll be a chance by the time you and One Direction start touring in Britain, you'll be big. If you're lucky enough, you'll have thousands of fans in the middle of the Ireland leg of the tour," he stated.
Wow. I like the idea of touring with One Direction and all, but it sounds like we'll eventually take all their fame away. I wouldn't want that to happen.
"Thank you, Tom. But I would prefer if our band had our own fans, and not One Direction fans. You see, if we become too popular with the One Direction fandom, they could get a bit too attached. And if they get too attached, there's a possibility of them leaving the One Direction fandom to join ours. We can't let that happen," I explain.
"Well, aren't you a smart 16-year-old."
We all talked for about twenty minutes until we reached our hotel. It was really nice. We followed One Direction's van, and they got out first, us following. I grabbed my backpack, while Tom and Peter grabbed our luggages (my bandmates grabbed their backpacks, too).
When we walked into the hotel, luckily it was empty. I wasn't really in the mood for being mobbed with One Direction fans. I was jetlagged and all I wanted to do was sleep.
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When I woke up, it was 4am and I couldn't go back to sleep, so I put some sweats on and my ninja turtles shirt and went out for a walk. It was so empty, so relaxing. I should do this more often.
As I exited the hotel, I felt the beautiful February breeze in Ireland. I felt so free, being able to finally not think, to finally breathe. I was so carefree, nothing was on my mind. I walked to the park, it was pretty big. But as I walked more into the light, I saw a faint figure sitting down. I started to jog closer, as I got closer, I saw that it was a girl sitting by the lamppost crying. I walked up to her and tapped her shoulder, she looked up so quickly it scared me. She looked so lifeless, it hurts. Her cheeks were stained with tears and her eyes were puffy.
"Hi. Um, do you need help?" I asked her.
"No, no. It's fine. Thank you," she tried to hard to smile.
I frowned but I reached out my hand, "c'mon, I won't hurt you. Let's go watch a late movie or something. My treat."
She smiled, and wiped her tears with her sweater. She grabbed my hand and I helped her get up.
"So, where's your car?" she asked, looking around.
"Oh, shit. I don't have one. But I know where we can get one," I smiled at her. She looked at me and had a small smirk, and giggled.
We walked back to the hotel, we walked to Tom's door, I told her to wait by the door while I looked for the keys. Thank god I got my license last month. I quietly searched for them on the drawers when I found them on the nightstand by the side Tom was laying by. I took them and quietly left the room and closed the door.
"I got the keys," I smiled.
As we walked the empty halls, I found out her name was Lilith, and that she loooved watching Grey's Anatomy, and that she prefers books over anything.
"Nerd," I muttered (playfully).
"I am not!" she said, laughing and gave me one of those hey-pal-that-was-but-wasn't-funny punches.
We got into the van, and I drove to the nearest movie theater, with Lilith's help, of course.
"Can we please, please, please watch Her? That movie looks so beautiful and ugh pleaseeee?"
"Sure, Lilith. Hey, can I call you Lily Pad?"
"Hahaha, no. I will hunt you down and assassinate you if I have to." she smirked. She was so adorable.
"Okay, Lily Pad," I said as I laughed and looked at her. She couldn't help but laugh and hug me.
"Thank you. For this. If you weren't so crazy for walking out at 4am, I don't know where I'd be. Thank you Luke Skywalker." She chuckled and let go of me.
"No problem, Lily Pad. Everyone needs a little crazy in their life, right?" I said as I put my arm around her waist, pulling her closer as we enter the theater.
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lol the set lists of the tmh tour are different k? k. also, yea its february 2013 so luke will turn 17 in like 5 months so yea
but i rlly enjoyed writing this chapter it was amazeballs lulz. i wrote this chapter while listening to long way home mUAAHHAHA
ive never been on a plane and i dont watch much plane movies so i dont shit about planes and being in one and flying jeez
im sorry for the late update you can stab me with ashtons jawline ok
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