Paisley's POV

What?! Being the supporting act for One Direction; the biggest boy band in the world?
I gasped, glancing at the other two girls who were beaming. Skylar let out a happy sound whilst dancing in her seat, "YES YES YES! That would be amazing!", she giggled.

Raya nodded in agreement and fist pumped into the air, "I'm in!"

And that's when everyone's attention turned to me. I coughed awkwardly and sunk back in my chair a tiny bit. "Paisley?", Tully placed her hand on my shoulder. No-one apart from those girls had ever heard me sing before, and as of moments ago now the most talented boy band heard it all. WHILE I WAS IN THE SHOWER!
"Paisley, this may come as a shock to you...", the man started.
"Yeah a little", I said in the smallest voice that has ever left my mouth.
He coughed and looked up at the rest, "Tom and the rest of you, take the boys and girls out into the lunchroom, we ordered Subway"
Louis jumped up, "COME ON KIDDIES"
"Not you Louis, stay here. Paisley you stay too"
I glanced up, noticing Zayn and Raya give my sympathetic looks and reassuring smiles.
Louis sat down opposite me once the three of us were left. I didn't take my eyes from the tab that my hands rested on.
"Paisley, what are you afraid of?", the man asked gently.
I looked up at him shyly and then at Louis. I knew why he made Louis stay in here. It was because he could persuade me to say yes.
"Um... no-one has ever heard me sing. It's something I keep...private and it's the only thing I really keep to myself", that's a lie. I have two things I keep to myself.
"Paisley, you are an amazing singing, one of the best I have heard. And I can assure you that you will have the best experience of your life on tour. You go out and sing the things you love to sing, with your two best friends. Zeela will come along for the ride. You have everyone you need on the road with you", Louis smiled kindly whilst speaking softly.
"Not everyone..", I whisper, about to slap my hands over my mouth but Louis spoke up.
"Why not? I-I thought that those girls were all you..."
"All I have. But not all I had", I say in a whisper again. Why the hell am I opening up to both of them?! I have never said this much before!

"Paisley, this will be the smartest move you make. We can't force this upon you but we can persuade you to consider. You will regret it if you choose not to take part. And your friends have already chosen to come. We don't want to leave you behind", the man spoke, looking me dead in the eye.
"Come on! It will be fun!", Louis clapped his hands with a smile, "And I promise, I will tell Harry to stop staring at you creepy, because I know it's starting to freak you out. It's freaking us all out"
I giggled. Maybe this is what I need. More friends like these boys who know how to keep my mind off the bad things.
Who can help bandage up the wounds made from my past.
I nodded my head, "Ok"
"OK?! DOES THAT MEAN...", Louis beamed happily, jumping up on his chair, "YES?!"
I nodded, giggling as he started dancing and then ran on top of the table and crash tackled me to the ground, "WE ARE GOING TO HAVE SO MUCH FUN! YOU CAN STEAL THE GOLD CARTS WITH ME AND WE CAN DRIVE AROUND THE ARENA'S ON THEM AND PUT EVERYTHING UPSIDE DOWN IN EVERYONE'S HOTEL ROOMS WHEN THEY ARE OUT AND WE CAN HAVE SLEEPOVERS AND WATCH MOVIES AND BECAUSE IT'S CHRISTMAS SOON, WE WILL HAVE A CHRISTMAS PARTY BEFORE WE ALL GO BACK TO OUR HOMES FOR CHRISTMAS AND WE WILL BE BESTIES!", Louis screeched.
I laughed loudly before we both stood up and smiled at the man, "I'm glad Paisley. You seem like a lovely girl. And I don't want you to be left behind. I see a big future for you girls"
he then dismissed us, telling us to go to the lunch room.
Louis entwined his arm with mine like a girl and began skipping. I laughed and joined in. We stopped a little while later, and I noticed how long it was taking us to get there, "Where the hell is this place?"
"On the other side of the building, but that's okay, because we can talk about tour!", Louis jumped.
"So when is Eleanor coming?", I asked.
"Well, she should be coming during the week, either tomorrow or the day after", he beams, brightening up at the mention of his girlfriend. "But... lets talk about other things", he grins evilly.
"What?", I ask, slightly worried.
"Oh.. just a certain curly haired and dimply cheeked boy that goes by the name of Harry Styles", he smirks.
I stopped smiling and look towards the floor, "W-What about him?"
"It's totally obvious that he is fixated by you. He likes you very much", Louis laughed slightly.
I shake my head, "No. He just likes to stare"
"Well yes, but you haven't seen him on the tour bus", Louis said.
"Why? What does he do? Actually don't tell me", I say quickly.
"He watches your videos almost 100 percent of the time! Whenever he has his laptop, we know that he is stalking your twitter, Tumblr, blog, Instagram, and every other social media sight. He Googles pictures of you", he spoke, whispering the last part.
"Oh", is all I could say.
"Yeah, Oh", Louis laughed, "Liam and Zayn got quite concerned and told him that he needed to talk to someone. But whenever one of the boys used to say something like 'Oh yeah, she's hot' or 'She's definitely my cup of tea' Harry would glare at them and tell them to back off. I think he wrote a sing about you", he spoke. Okay, a lot of things he just said frightened me a little.
"You know he sleep talks", Louis laughed, "And almost everything he says whilst asleep is about you. Most of what he says is quite sexual", he laughed again.
"Okay no more", I say, blocking my ear.
"So do YOU like him?", Louis asked.
"Of course, he is a lovely boy", I say.
"I mean, do you like-like him?", he smirked.
"No! If he had a conversation with me and I got to know him on a personal level, than sure I might have started liking him in that way, but all he does is stare at me and it's like he's..", I couldn't find the words to say.
"Undressing you with his eyes?", Louis asked.
I gasped, slapping him on the arm, making him laugh.
"None of that thank you!", I say, nudging him.
"Yeah yeah whatever. Let's go get some food", he said in a funny voice, jumping on my back, "Give me a piggy back, peasant!"
"Watch it mate! I just agreed to go on tour with you lot, I can easily take it back!", I say in the same voice he used.
"NO NO NO NO I DIDN'T MEAN IT! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE WITH THEM! THEY WILL DRIVE ME UP THE WALL!", he fake cried, burying his face in my shoulder. His head shot up, "Let's scare them"
"Okay, how?"
"Pretend you said no", he spoke, laughing evilly. Creepy...
"Okay, let's do it"

We walking into the food hall, I followed behind Louis, looking guilty and sad. Louis put on a sad face and we walked to the back of the room where they all where at a big square table.
Their heads shot towards us and they all stood up quickly.
"No..", Skylar whispered, looking sad. She was falling for our sad faces. As the rest of them were.
"You're not coming?", Niall asked with puppy sad eyes.
I shake my head, "I'm heading home in the morning. Back to Australia. But you girls are staying and going without me"
Raya shakes her head, "Why didn't you agree?"
"You know why Raya", I say. Skylar looks like she is about to break down in tears.
"It will be fine, you guys are heading over to Australia for the tour soon and we can catch up. And I get to spend Christmas with you girls", I smile.
They all sadly sit down and don't want to speak anymore. Louis and I grab our food and sit at the two seats that are next to each other.
"We have one last thing to tell you guys", Louis said. He looked at me and I nodded, signaling him to continue, "We were bullshitting you"
"What?", Zayn asked, frowning.
"WE WERE BULLSHITTING YOU, BITCHES!", Louis shouted happily, jumping up onto his chair and doing a weird dance.
By this time I was gasping for air, through my laughs, leaning forward with my hand over my mouth.
"You mean..", Skylar asked looking hopeful, I nodded and she squealed, "YOU ARE COMING ON TOUR WITH US?!"
I laughed, nodding again and being encircled into the large group hug.

"This is going to be fun", Louis giggled.

Fun? Yes. A distraction? Yes. Forgetting my past? No.