On Tour With One Direction

Chapter Four

It is time for the meeting.

The time many people were (possibly) waiting for.

For sure it is the time that I have been waiting for since she got the email.

I get to the airport two hours before my plane is supposed to board, and I work on my laptop because work does not rest for no one.

Before long, the announcement lady says that my plane can board, and I quickly pack my laptop in my carry on bag and soon enough, I board the plane and sit down at my designed seating... In first-class. I'm really living the life, aren't I?

The plane ride will be approximately nine hours and thirty minutes, which gives me enough time to work on my novel, and potentially sleep. But I am not making any promises for the lather.

I will also not bore everyone with this long-ass flight.

I wonder if One Direction is as excited as me.

"We are not excited. How many times have we told you this?"

"Well at least pretend! She must be excited to come all the way done here! If her favourite band is not at least pretending to be happy, it would ruin everything for her."

"What about us and our happiness?"

"This will be fun. Just you wait and see."

Now let us jump ahead of time because that's how all stories work (that was sarcasm with a hit of humour).

I just arrived at the London, England airport and I am following the crowd to pick up my luggage and soon leave the airport to meet the members of One Direction and then go relax at the hotel they booked for me. Apparently someone should be here to pick me up.

Oh, and you remember where I said that I have a secret? Well, if I didn't, then I have a secret.

I can hear people's thoughts. And, because I am in an airport with tons of people, I can hear all of their thoughts.

Whenever I leave the house, I can hear tons of people's thoughts. They all sound like a buzz and I must concentrate on one particular voice if I want to hear it clearly.

I'm low key surprised that I haven't gone insane yet.

I soon pick up my two suitcases and I am on my way to find the person who's supposed to pick me up.

The airport is chaotic, and I silently thank myself for barely entering an airport in the first place. The entire thing is just overwhelming, and sometimes I wonder how people can handle doing this consistently.

And then I think about the amount of travelling and the number of airports I would have to be in when I begin working. I internally groan. I guess it would be a small price to pay.

I look around the airport, and at first, I don't see the person who's supposed to pick me up. However, after approximately five minutes, I see a man in a suit and tie with a sign which has my first and last name.

I walk up to him, point to the sign and say "that's me." He smiles before saying "follow me".

Want to know what next thought I have? Well, it isn't that important, but I will tell you anyways.

I just want to know what he is thinking, so I focus on one voice. His voice.

Currently, he is thinking about how he can't wait to finish his shift so that he can go home to his wife and children. I wonder how old are his children.

We enter a rather fancy limo. But then again, what did I expect?

He opens the door for me, and I smile. I quickly enter the limo with my things and he closes the door. I let out a sigh, thankful for the lack of voices consuming my mind.

I rest my head on the headrest and close my eyes. And, before I know it, the darkness consumes me. But not before I think about the next time I can cut again.