Shine On
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Dinner was alright, I mean, I’ve had spaghetti about twenty times in the last month alone, so I don’t really care for it now. Arnold was a bit grouchy this evening, since our group’s little stunt didn’t go as well as we planned. One fifth of One Direction was on a little diva tangent with Arnold about when he was able to leave to his flight, and poor Amelia was suffering through denial. You see, Amelia was probably the only member in our band that liked One Direction, liked them enough to call her a “directioner”. I knew their names and how to identify them in song but other than that, I had no interest. Amelia was seated a table behind us while Liam and I shared our table with Lindsey and Harry. In front of us were Jenna and Niall, who were both, eating extremely fast, and it was kind of scary.
“Harry,” Lindsey’s sly voice whispered. Her body leaned against the table and sparking up her snarky grin, “I was wondering if-“
“Don’t, Linds.” I said nonchalantly as I placed my hand on top of her head and pushed it down to the table surface. She shook her head in protest, patting her platinum blond hair to fix the mess I made.
“Chill, Kay,” She snarled jokingly, “I was just asking Harry, and Liam here, if they’d like to give us some advice about the road. Maybe some boundaries we shouldn’t cross?” Her mischievous grin showed up again, making my raise my brow in suspicion before shaking my head in letting her slide. Lindsey was our “flirt” in the group, basically management’s Harry Styles but in girl form, but the problem with Lindsey is that she is genuinely a huge flirt, and she’ll have fun with this “image” she has to uphold.
“Well,” Harry began slowly, but Liam had finished his sentence, “keep in mind that we’re boys, and we need our privacy.”
“Really?” Lindsey smirked in delight with Liam’s answer, “What do you mean by ‘privacy’? Nothing wrong with being buddy-buddy, right Harry?” She winked at the curly haired man, as I watched Harry start to explain to Lindsey, only to space off in my own thoughts. I wondered if he had ever permed his hair. My uncle permed his hair in the 80s because it was considered “in” back then, could it be possible that perms were in again in male fashion? How could his hair be naturally that curly?
“He’s saying that they enjoy masturbating a lot on the tours.“ Jenna’s voice seemed to echo through the room, attracting unwanted attention from other customers. I quickly turned my head to her, glaring at her to stop her loud comment. “What, Kailee? Obviously, Lindsey was trying to get that out there from Liam. I mean, really.”
“Girls these days are so unflattering.” The Bradforf boy’s voice butted in, reigniting the tension between the bands.
“Stop, Zayn.” Niall said in a hushed voice. “Don’t start guys.”
“You know what,” Jenna pushed herself off of her seat, “I’m sick of you already.” The rest of both bands stood up to get ready as if we were readying for a fight.
“What’re you gonna do then?” Zayn said roughly as they confronted each other in the middle of the isle, sending Arnold into a panic attack, demanding for help. Jenna’s hand was clenched into a fist, and I maneuvered my way behind her, yanking her farther away from Zayn and taking her place. His eyes were full of irritation at my attempt to be brave, and rolled his eyes in disgust of having to talk to two girls instead of one.
“Why don’t you cut the diva shit and just go solo already, Zayn?” I tried to glare at him with the same intensity. The other four boys began talking amongst themselves, not sure what to do. “You obviously think you’re better than the other four of your group right?” Suddenly, the boys grew quiet.
“That’s why One Direction got to third place right?” Jenna continued, “Because of you? Oh wait, I forgot…”
“You didn’t even make it to the judges’ house on your own.” We said in unison before Zayn weakened his stance and Jenna walked off, saying she was going back to the hotel. The room settled down, and Arnold was checking each member of 1D if they were ok. Amelia was apologizing for Jenna’s behavior while Louis was doing the same for Zayn. Lindsey was explaining something to Harry about online dating sites, and I was stuck doing nothing. Zayn was back to his original seat, only sitting there grumpily in defeat. I sighed in exhaustion and sat in the empty chair in front of him. The guy looked at me with suspicion, before I looked at him with a not so amused face.
“What Bradford?” I stated not even looking at him, “Still looking for a comeback?”
“Harry,” Lindsey’s sly voice whispered. Her body leaned against the table and sparking up her snarky grin, “I was wondering if-“
“Don’t, Linds.” I said nonchalantly as I placed my hand on top of her head and pushed it down to the table surface. She shook her head in protest, patting her platinum blond hair to fix the mess I made.
“Chill, Kay,” She snarled jokingly, “I was just asking Harry, and Liam here, if they’d like to give us some advice about the road. Maybe some boundaries we shouldn’t cross?” Her mischievous grin showed up again, making my raise my brow in suspicion before shaking my head in letting her slide. Lindsey was our “flirt” in the group, basically management’s Harry Styles but in girl form, but the problem with Lindsey is that she is genuinely a huge flirt, and she’ll have fun with this “image” she has to uphold.
“Well,” Harry began slowly, but Liam had finished his sentence, “keep in mind that we’re boys, and we need our privacy.”
“Really?” Lindsey smirked in delight with Liam’s answer, “What do you mean by ‘privacy’? Nothing wrong with being buddy-buddy, right Harry?” She winked at the curly haired man, as I watched Harry start to explain to Lindsey, only to space off in my own thoughts. I wondered if he had ever permed his hair. My uncle permed his hair in the 80s because it was considered “in” back then, could it be possible that perms were in again in male fashion? How could his hair be naturally that curly?
“He’s saying that they enjoy masturbating a lot on the tours.“ Jenna’s voice seemed to echo through the room, attracting unwanted attention from other customers. I quickly turned my head to her, glaring at her to stop her loud comment. “What, Kailee? Obviously, Lindsey was trying to get that out there from Liam. I mean, really.”
“Girls these days are so unflattering.” The Bradforf boy’s voice butted in, reigniting the tension between the bands.
“Stop, Zayn.” Niall said in a hushed voice. “Don’t start guys.”
“You know what,” Jenna pushed herself off of her seat, “I’m sick of you already.” The rest of both bands stood up to get ready as if we were readying for a fight.
“What’re you gonna do then?” Zayn said roughly as they confronted each other in the middle of the isle, sending Arnold into a panic attack, demanding for help. Jenna’s hand was clenched into a fist, and I maneuvered my way behind her, yanking her farther away from Zayn and taking her place. His eyes were full of irritation at my attempt to be brave, and rolled his eyes in disgust of having to talk to two girls instead of one.
“Why don’t you cut the diva shit and just go solo already, Zayn?” I tried to glare at him with the same intensity. The other four boys began talking amongst themselves, not sure what to do. “You obviously think you’re better than the other four of your group right?” Suddenly, the boys grew quiet.
“That’s why One Direction got to third place right?” Jenna continued, “Because of you? Oh wait, I forgot…”
“You didn’t even make it to the judges’ house on your own.” We said in unison before Zayn weakened his stance and Jenna walked off, saying she was going back to the hotel. The room settled down, and Arnold was checking each member of 1D if they were ok. Amelia was apologizing for Jenna’s behavior while Louis was doing the same for Zayn. Lindsey was explaining something to Harry about online dating sites, and I was stuck doing nothing. Zayn was back to his original seat, only sitting there grumpily in defeat. I sighed in exhaustion and sat in the empty chair in front of him. The guy looked at me with suspicion, before I looked at him with a not so amused face.
“What Bradford?” I stated not even looking at him, “Still looking for a comeback?”
2/16/13