Teenage Dream - One Direction & Honest Hour Fan Fiction

Chapter Four - I'm tired, I'm not going on National Television

I felt like I could fall of the chair at any second, my eye's felt like they could fall out at any given moment. I yawned, as the make-up artist Candy tried to apply my mascara.

"Sacha, you're making this so difficult" She murmurs, tucking a bit of her blue dyed hair behind her ear. I shrug, and play with a loose thread on the thick sweater.

"I'm not phased about appearance, why do I even have to do this?" I ask.

Candy sighs, putting down the make up brushes. "I don't care. I don't know. Do your own make-up. I'm going outside for five minutes. You're on in 10"

I roll my eyes, climbing down off the chair.

"You alright? Candy's being tough on you, isn't she?" Harry came up behind me, placing one of his abnormally large hands on my shoulder. I stare at him and sigh, running a hand through the messy curls on my own head, wishing I could mess up Harry's hair for once in a while rather than my own.

"Yeah. She's in a bad mood, I think" I say, biting my lip, before going back to picking at the loose thread on my sweater.

"It's alright. Besides, I don't even see why you need make up on" He says. I roll my eyes.

"Please, don't start. I'm tired. I'm hungry. I'm bored. And quite frankly, I don't like being on National TV with all of these things" I murmur. Harry grins, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. He cocks his head to the side, his own head now resting on mine.

"Don't fall asleep before the cameras, okay. And sit next to me, okay?"

"Honest Hour, One Direction, you're on" Steve, one of the security guys said.

"Welcome, welcome. Welcome back to The Lunch Show" One lady said, sitting in a cream chair, which sat beside one of those large couches with the little extended bit.

"Now. We have a real treat for you. One Direction, and Honest Hour are here today, to talk to us. We're so excited! Come on out guys"

I took in a deep breath, and latched onto Harry's hand, of which he held onto, happily.

We all squished up on the couch, and I instantly let go of Harry, even though I was practically sitting on his knee. I didn't want to upset any fans now, did I?

"Hello! Welcome to America. And may I ask how are you all?" The lady, of whose name was Sandra Denver asks. We all smile and wave to the fans.

"We're all really good, thanks" I say, trying to seem somewhat confident. I was trembling on the inside, hoping that the fans hadn't brought tomato's and that they weren't going to pummel us with them. "That's excellent, now - is it hard for you girls to be around guys twenty four - seven?" Sandra asks, crossing her legs, attempting to look interesting. I shudder. "We all get along really well. Some are closer than others" Jessi says, looking towards me and Harry. I frown and look at the ground.

"Who would get along well-est?" A man, who sat next to Sandra in an identical chair, smiles at us all. He somewhat reminded me of Karl Stefanovic, an Australian TV Presenter on the Today show.

"We're all in pairs" Jamie says sweetly, looking towards the man, of who was now called John. John nods, and tries to suss out the 'pairs' himself. "Aw, this is too hard. Who are the pairs?" We all exchange glances, trying to fit into our pairs. "I can't guess, can you Sandra?" John asks. Sandra looks just as clueless as he does.

As Jamie and Jessi begin to explain who's in pairs, my eyes wandered to the audience, watching their actions.

All of a sudden, everyone began to cheer, and roar loudly. I was puzzled as to why.

"We're going to be playing, Questionaire Dare!" John shouts. The crowd all claps and shouts loudly, as an encore. We all smile and clap in unision.

"Alright, Question or Dare One goes to Zayn, and Zayn, asking you from the crowd is, Alyson Bennett" We all look out into the crowd, and look for Alyson. Several people stood in the isles, dressed in black, microphones at the ready.

"Hi Zayn!" She said, shakily. "Hey Babe" The crowd cheered loudly. "I'd like to ask, Question or Dare" Alyson said into the microphone.

This went on for a good 10 minutes, and then it came to me.

"Sacha! Sammi from the audience wants to know wether you'd like a question or a dare" John says. I look over towards John, before meeting a gaze with a girl in the audience, who must of been Sammi. I smile and wave. "Hi Sammi! I'd like a question" I grin, and try to see mostly confident, even though I felt like slumping on the ground and sleeping.

"Do you fancy any of the One Direction guys?" She asks, her voice was small and tiny, hard to hear. I look at the floor, at my shoes. I felt everyones eyes burning into my skin. I think to myself, having to come up with a quick, yet cunning plan to get rid of the eys, burning into me. "Well, I don't"

I swear, I heard doves fall out of the sky at my anwser. I heard babies cry. I swear someone could pick up a pin, and drop it and everyone would hear it, loud and clear.

Amber, Jamie and Jessi all tried to keep straight faces. I swear everyone was trying their best to keep straight faces. I was honestly laughing on the inside, however, I really didn't mean what I said. If anyone knew what I was really going to say, you wouldn't hear any doves or pins falling, nor any babies crying. There'd be a riot, and I'd be having those tomatos, the one that the fans brought, being pummeled at me.

After walking off stage, covered in sweat, embarassed to the bone, I was grabbed and dragged away, out the back. Right, we were leaving. No time to sign autographs for fans or anything, whatsoever.

A part of me wanted to share my somewhat romantic side for that curly haired band member, another wanted to slap everyone, demand that I go home, and return to my natural instincts.

As the car pulled away from the studio, my mind wandered. That's when I remembered that Honest Hour and One Direction were doing their first live concert in 2 days. And within those two days, there'd be a whole lot of [unessersary in my eyes] practicing. Why can't we just wing it? Improvise? But of course, nothing can exactly go the right way now, can it, or my way. Nope, it can't.

I was suddenly knocked out of my day dream, out of the car. We were greeted with sudden flashes of pap's cameras, and I now wish I had brought my Ray-Bans. They eagarly shouted at us, trying to get out pictures. Some were a bit handsy, and tried grabbing us, however Brooke and Paul shoved them away, telling them to not touch us, of which I was glad.

Getting up into the hotel was the best thing that arrised today. I fell beside the couch instantly. "That was a certainly interesting day out. I don't want to do that again" I mumble.

"We've got an entire tour. I'm afraid we'll have to" Jamie says, falling back onto the couch, Jessi beside her. "Honestly, boys. How do you do it?" Jessi asks, looking at the boys, who didn't look nearly as tired as us three, Amber looked fine. "We work out" Harry mumbles, cross his arms, his arms looking tight and fit. Gah.

We'd all found ourselves dosed out around the lounge, kitchen's and bedrooms, for if we wanted to have some luck at being performers, we'd have to start living the lifestyles of one.

Author's Note: This chapter what somewhat improvised. It was a lot of feelings, and me being me, a weirdly odd person who can't make up her mind! Hahah, thank you if you read!

And I'm sorry it was very short.