the convoy talks true the walky talkys provided for us by the company along the way . we brave the roads of London , each vehicle moving behind the next , letting no room for other cars to merge between us , after a short drive we arrive at the o2 arena.after carefully manoeuvring the bus true a horde of fangirls , grateful for the van in front of me, i park it. before i have the chance to cut the engine a certain curly haired boy reaches past me and opens the door . in the blink of an eye everyone is out of the bus. "What the ?"I mumble astonished by there eagerness to start this tour off.
i can see paul lingering behind the boys , not too close but not too far away either , eyeing every one of them carefully as the engage with the fans true a fence . he must have felt my stare because he glances my way , shoots me a quick wink before focusing his attention back on the boys before him.
my gaze is interrupted as a guy steps in front of me , middle aged a bit balding but his faint orange hair still tied back in a pony tail. "Hello I'm Mic the second driver " he introduces himself , offering me a hand to shake. After shaking his hand introduce myself. i switch between standing legs for a bit before he offers me the words i loved to hear. " you can wait in the bus or join the rest of us inside if you want.
i nod in thanks and take some time contemplating what i should do , even with the doors closed the sound of the screaming will be almost deafening so i take my chances in the concrete building . " i think ill take my chances inside " i say nodding to the crowd still screaming for attention for one of the boys . mic nods his head in understanding and steps aside allowing me to fully. exit the bus . i close the doors and hurry my way inside , not waiting for mic to join me.
as soon as the door shuts behind me the screams fade away , still there but so ..soooo much quieter . i stand a few steps away from the door too look around , the crew is already busy setting up everything . an entire stage is being build and big boxes of equipment is hauled from the truck with its ass sticking on a loading dock. a lot of people are bussing around like a beehive so i look to find me a little secluded spot . abandoned in a corner is a worn couch , probably used by many other people before me who needed a quiet spot. i stroll my way over and sit down with a sigh . "I am going to be deaf by the end of this "I mutter when someone walks in true the door . as soon as the door opens the sound intensifies , making me question how i stood in it not mere seconds ago without having my ear drums blasted into bits.
i lean into the back of the couch and let my mind fade away into whatever subject it wants , having the busy background lull me into a hypnotic state." The ground can't be that interesting ". startled i look to my left to see the jet black haired boy sitting next to me , hands folded behind his head. " sorry , i was lost in my thoughts " i offer him a sheepish smile before returning my gaze towards the spot on the wall i actually was looking at earlier.
"don't worry its cool" he says , i glance at him and he offers me a dazzling smile . "I'm zayn by the way ". he also offers me his hand so i shake it . " emily tores " . he nods knowingly " i know , you are our designed driver for this tour right? " i give him a nod and look at the few people passing us , their faces almost pressed into a binder , discussing something about light set ups .
the busy hum around us gets interrupted by a blond haired boy rushing to us yelling " ZAYNIEEEE" . the guy next to me , zaynie iet seems... chuckles and gets up " well that's my queue i guess " . i shoot him a uninterested smile before he walks off to join the blond guy , already half way to us . i might seem rude , but i am not good with people , it was never my strong suit. hence why i thought driving a bus off stuck up celebrities would be my kind of job. on a chair most of the day driving , left alone and the other time stocked up in a hotel room . also left alone.
i sit on the couch for about an hour before everyone starts walking out. paul who walks by me stops and looks at me " dinner is served in the conference room here , if you are hungry .. i am going that way . my stomach grumbles loudly so i get up and quickly follow paul .
he leads me to a gigantic room somewhere behind the scenes , food is stacked upon serving tables and the crew that is not still scrambling around setting things up is here already filling plates or eating . i follow paul tot he plates and get one for myself .
after filling it with normal things like chicken , potatoes and some vegetables i sit on a lonely chair in, the back corner. " we meet again" i look up from my plate and the curly haired boy already taking the seat in front of me. great... " harry " he says extending his hand . i nod and shake his " emily " he nods and spears some fries on his fork. " so , your our driver? " i nod at him . not really wanting conversation. he launches into a tale of some louis and pranks while we eat. as soon as my plate is clean i excuse myself , in what i hope was a polite manner and drop my plate off at the dirty dishes pile. with hurried steps i make my way back outside and almost run inside the bus.
the screams have slowed down slightly not as much as i wish they had . but enough for me to sit in this bus and avoid everyone. i walk my way to the back of the bus and inspect the bunk beds. every bed has a bag already on it , some half tossed out on the bed. just the left top bunk has been left untouched , my bags on it. i grab my bags and toss them out of the bed before grabbing my little teddy bear and jumping up on the bed. i just want to lay down for a second . maybe close my eyes for a few minutes .
yes , i at my age sleep with a little bear , its something i cannot miss or i would never be sleeping again . to my luck the bear incapability to speaking saves me from it telling my deepest and darkest secrets.
i must've fallen a sleep somewhere along the way cause the next thing i know i am rudely awoken by the banging of the door and someone screaming : "EMILY OPEN UP"
