Going the Right Direction(A One Direction Story)

How to Tour for Dummies

*Dai's POV*

Weeks later,I heard a muffled thud and a small groan of pain early in the morning. "Shit"

Eyelids still heavy from sleep, I managed to open my left eye and make out a blurry, hunched over figure in front of me.

"Watchu want.." I moaned, covering my head with one of my pillows.

"Mornin', we were sent to wake ya up" A voice said. Next to me? HOLY SHIT, NEXT TO ME.

I turned and saw a mass of curls snuggled up next to me. I sat up as quickly as I could and pressed all my blankets against my chest. Then I finally screamed.

"DUDE I'M NOT WEARING A BRA, GET OUT OF HERE!"

Harry lifted his head on the word bra and turned to look at Liam, who I figure was the one that had hit himself against the drawers next to my bed.

"Bra huh?" Harry snickered.

"Harry.." Liam warned, but still continued to pay more attention to his stubbed toe. "Listen Dai, we're leaving in like 45 minutes. Just wear something comfortable and grab a book or something. There was a slight change of plans, we're going to the studio to apparently  re-record some stuff from our second album.. so yeah, I'll leave you to it.."

"Kay, you okay?" I asked as I pointed towards his now swollen pinky toe.

"Uhu" Was his only response.

As he left the room, Harry finally got himself in a sitting position and turned his body towards me.

"So, what are you wearing today? Wear something girly, I wanna see you wear a dress, or maybe even a s-.."

"Harry, if you don't get out now I will bite your stupid curls off, ok..little bro?"

He smiled at the joke.

'So we are keeping this joke between us for now, then..?' He spoke into my mind. I tried to answer back, and mastered it at the first try.

'Yes, for now. Depending on what Paul tells us in a couple of weeks in our birthday, we can tell. Now leave before I really get rid of your curls and your fans send me hate mail.'

'Okay mum' He snickered in his mind.

He got up and left, and I finally relaxed my hands from pressing the covers against me.

I got up and went into my shower, taking my ipod along and hitting some playlist on.

First song on track: Let The Flames Begin, by Paramore. Excelent.

Everything else I did it quickly. I showered and dried off, did my make up and put on some randome clothes and an Issues hoodie.

I came out of my bathroom and quickly put my phone and wallet in my backpack. I also added two books and my laptop, just in case.

Benjen was sitting on the edge of my bed, so I scooped him up and finally went downstairs to get a quick breakfast.

I went into the kitchen to find Louis sitting in a chair. Just as I was about to open my mouth, he talked.

"Save it." He pushed his chair back violently and left the room.

Okay, I thought.

I ate some cereal and toast and then went back up to brush my teeth.

All this while carrying Benjen, I'm awesome at multitasking, I know.

Just then, a car honked outside, followed by a shout.