I stand nervously at the stage door. Any moment now, One Direction’s tour bus will turn up and I’m gonna have to make sure they get in safely. Shit. I can hear people screaming for them already. I walk round the corner of the stage door and see a crowd of about 20, with posters, chanting ‘1D’ and singing songs, waving hand-drawn posters and signs in the air. I quickly go back to my mark by the side of the door. All they need to do is jump out of the bus, I open the door and they run in. It’s that simple. What could possibly go wrong? Well I was about to find out, as the screams become deafening and the hissing sound of brakes was heard. I knocked on the door three times, the signal for the person to unlock it for me, and held it ajar. The screams became inaudible, a few ‘Oh My God’s and ‘We Love you’s flying around but nothing special. A huge bodyguard is the first to turn the corner and walk towards me; I nod my head at him and gesture to walk in the door. He does, followed by Liam, Louis, Niall, another bodyguard, and another, and then Harry. I could have sworn there was one more band member… ‘Shit, where’s Zayn?’ I hear Harry say. I nod my head at the guy who unlocked the door for me and he hold the door as I went to get him. We thought this would happen, so we have a plan. It was like a pack of lions on a prey, zombies on a human, whatever stupid metaphor you wanna use. Zayn was gonna be crushed. One lone bodyguard tried his hardest to hold them back but they’d trapped Zayn in the bus, and the fans were trying to push past the bodyguard to get to him.
“I’m gonna need some help!” I yell, and two bodyguards run out, but stop dead next to me and stare on at the sight. My time to shine… I run over to the bodyguard and tap him on the shoulder. ‘Doing a good job’ I whisper in his ear, and I struggle past him onto the bus. The two other bodyguards help push the crowd of girls away from the bus.
“Zayn?” I say as I walk on the bus. It looks empty.
“Please, just get me outta here!” Zayn said, popping his head out from one of the seats. He was sitting there, slouched down so they couldn’t see him.
“Are there any other exits?” I asked him. He shook his head. Stupid people who don’t think of plans like this… God. Now I have to try and get me and Zayn out of this bus the way I just about made it in.
“Shit! No!” I hear a bodyguard say and I turn round to see an eager fan standing in front of me. She waved at all the other fans outside the bus and they all started pushing to get on.
“Please step off the bus.” I say sharply to her. But she ignores me.
“Where’s Zayn?”
“Not here. Now get off the bus.” I say again.
“When I find my Zaynie.” I cringe at the awful name she has given him.
“If you do not get off this bus now, I am going to have to remove you…” I say threateningly. Admittedly I was crapping myself but I had to stay strong. Zayn pokes his head round to see what’s happening, and the fan notices him. She tries to run at him but I hold her back.
“GET OFF THE BUS!” I shout at her. But she continues to push at me, trying to get to Zayn. “Fine.” I say quietly and I push this girl towards the door with all my strength. This little girl is quite strong, Jesus!
“Guys, move!” I say to the bodyguards. I had one shot at this. I’d seen it in a movie I think, or maybe in my dream, and it worked, so let’s hope. I apologise to the girl, and say she made me do this by not listening before pushing her off the bus, the bodyguards give a helping nudge and she’s pushed into the crowd of people. They all stumble back. Now’s the chance! The bodyguards stand side by side and walk the group further away from the bus. No matter how hard they pushed the bodyguards knew what they were doing. How they managed to hold onto the group, I don’t know, but they did it.
“Zayn, we’re going, now!” I shout at him and he jumps out of the seat. I hold my hand out.
“I’m not holding your hand!” Zayn says, pulling a face.
“ Zayn, we’re pushing through a crowd of 20 girls all waiting for you. If I lose you in the crowd, you’re gone forever. At least I could pull you along!” Zayn hesitantly holds out his hand.
“My girlfriend’s gonna love seeing this in the papers!” He mumbles.
One of the bodyguards turns his head to me and nods. I yank Zayn off the bus, knock any flailing arms and permanent markers out the way and we’re almost there, I can see the stage door. But a few girls break free from the pack and run at us. They grab onto Zayn and he looks scared. I’m not losing this battle. I push one of them on the floor and pull another girl’s hand off his top
“GET BACK!” I shout. I shouldn’t have, it drew the attention of all the other fans. Great. I raise my fist up as if to punch the third girl, and that scared her enough to let go.
“Run!” I say to Zayn, and he legs it up to the stage door, where the rest of the band had gathered to watch. One girl grabbed my arm.
“How dare you!” She said. She was crazy! If looks could kill I’d have been tortured!! “You let Zayn get away from us!” She began to hit at me but I pushed her onto the floor and ran to the band.
“One direction, quickly meet Chris, he’s the guy who let you in. Follow him to the back dressing room, I gotta help your friends…” I said, and gestured at Chris to get a move on. “Guys, just leave the fans and come on!” I shout at the bodyguards, who give one last push to the crowd and run towards me. This is another split second thing. The guys run past me and I quickly shut the door, seconds before the crowd run to the door and begin hitting it.
“This way… Please…” I say out of breath, and walk the bodyguards to the dressing room.
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New Job (Conor Maynard and One Direction Fan Fiction)
FanfictionA difficult year leads Ella to make some choices in life she wouldnt usually make. She accepts a job she wouldnt never have thought about that leads her to meet the likes of Conor Maynard and One Direction. How does this affect her life? Not your ty...
