Aria’s P.O.V.

The sound of the millions of girls screaming made my ears want to burst. I grinned from backstage as I watched the five sweetest, caring, gorgeous guys in the world, sing their voices out. When their voices came together, it was like heaven split into five. I was actually satisfied with the makeup and hair I’d done on them. Lou, their actually stylist had helped me through things, and actually, I think I’d like having the job. The song they were singing, I Would, ended with “directioners” screaming louder than before, causing me to wince .The screaming was one thing I’d probably never get used to.

“How are you all doing tonight?” Liam shouted into the microphone, receiving screams as an answer.

“Well, we’d like to bring up a new, special addition to our wonderful crew.” Niall started, smirking at Zayn.

“Aria, will you come out, love?” Zayn said into the microphone. My heart stopped. My eyes met Zayn’s striking ones from backstage as I shook my head vigorously, mouthing “no.”

“Apparently Aria doesn’t want to come out.” Louis yelled, shooting me a wink. I glared back at him.

“Will everyone help us out? Shout ‘Come out Aria’” Harry yelled into the microphone. One Direction’s little slaves did as they were told, beginning to scream at the top of their lungs.

“COME OUT ARIA! COME OUT ARIA! COME OUT ARIA! COME OUT ARIA!”

The screaming was beginning to make my head spin. Literally. I took a deep breath, biting my lip. Harry and Zayn were motioning for me to come out. I don’t know why, but I suddenly found myself walking out onto the humungous stage.

“Guys, this is the beautiful Aria Lubianco!” Harry yelled into the microphone, and all the fans burst into cheers. Everyone was smiling. Clapping. For me. “Say hello.” Harry whispered, making me smile.

“H-hi. I’m Aria.” I gulped, waving out to the crowd of girls, half of who probably thought I was some slut who planned to date every one of the guys. No.

“Hello Aria!” Some girls shouted, making hearts with their hands. I smiled bigger at everyone.

“Okay, you can go now.” Niall laughed, resting his hand on my back. I ran off the stage to backstage where I belonged.

It felt good to know I belonged somewhere, knowing I was wanted.

Finally.

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After the concert, we were driving home in the limo. The boys were surprisingly quiet. Zayn, Louis and Harry had fallen asleep while Liam listened to music on his phone. Niall seemed to be tweeting beside me, smiling at whatever he was writing. He elbowed me lightly, gaining my attention.

“Look at this.” He whispered to me, showing me his phone. There was the twitter page, but Niall had zoomed in on the trending things. To my utter shock, “#HelloAria” was trending. On twitter.

Woah.

“Wow.” I gasped, holding back a goofy grin.

“Pretty amazing, huh?” Niall asked, to which I nodded. “Got a twitter account?”

I shook my head no, and Niall slapped a hand over his mouth. “What! Well I need to make you one! Give me your phone.”

I giggled and handed him my white I-Phone. He immediately started clicking random things and fidgeted with my phone. I saw him typing words in, but I couldn’t make them out. I decided to wait for the outcome. Five minutes later, Niall handed my phone back, a smirk on his face.
I read the sign up page of twitter.

Name: Aria Lubianco

Twitter name: AriLubi_1D

Password:________

“You can insert your own password.” Niall said, pointing to the empty blank by “password.” I thought for a moment, then inserted a password. I pressed, “Sign Up!” and then I saw the page for having an account. Niall showed me how to tweet and retweet, hash tag, and all that other crap. Here is what my first tweet said:

@AriLubi_1D: Thanks for teaching me the twitter rules, @NiallHoran. Looks like funnn :) #NialltheTwitterMaster

I found it amazing how in a number of seconds, my tweet had been retweeted 500 times and suddenly, #NialltheTwitterMaster was trending. It was like I was the owner and they were my salves. No, that was harsh. More like, I was the magician and they were the act. They, meaning the lovely directioners.

We got back to the hotel, Zayn, Louis, Harry, and even Niall half asleep as they did a zombie walk to their room and plopped down on their bed.

“Boys! Get up! Take a shower before you put your nasty germs on the beds!” I yelled, almost sounding motherly. I smirked at my ridiculous shouting. Liam laughed, walking up from behind me.

“Seems like we’ve got a new Mommy Direction to add to the crew.” He said, resting his hands on his hips.

“I still hate you guys, you know?” I grumbled suddenly, shooting Liam daggers. Liam frowned.

“Why?”

“You brought me up on stage without telling me! I have stage fright!” I yelled, resisting the urge to slap each of the boys hard on their perfect faces. I smirked at the thought of Zayn freaking out about his beauty being slapped off.

“I’m sorry, Ari. We didn’t know…” Liam mumbled, his eye drooping like they always did whenever he was truly sad.

“S’alright, I guess.” I smiled, then walked over to the other four sleeping guys.

“GET UP!” I screamed, cupping my mouth the emphasize my already loud voice. They each sat up like robots, rubbing their eyes. I burst into giggles.

“Oh no she di – uhnt.” Louis snickered, yawning before grabbing my arm and pulling me onto the bed full of sleepy boys. I crashed onto Zayn and Niall, instantly blushing.

“Tickle time!” Liam yelled suddenly, losing all his maturity and jumping into the pile of six on the bed.

“Don’t touch me!” I managed to shout, but it was too late.

I’d fallen into the tickle trap.

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After managing to get escape, I tumbled into my room out of breath, my body aching from the never-ending tickling.

I don’t know how, but somehow I’d managed to develop a decent relationship with these boys like just two weeks. In just two weeks, I considered Liam my brother. I considered the rest of the boys my best friends. And I considered them all, family.

My eyes were just about to close, sealing my nap, when there was a loud knock on the door. I jolted up in bed from the sudden noise, shouting “Come in!”

In walked Justin Bieber boy, in other words, Louis. He had a smile plastered on his face. He’d changed into the Coca Cola pajamas that he’d been wearing in that picture with his gorgeous girlfriend.

“Hey, Ari, can we talk?” Louis asked, talking over to my bed. I frowned slightly, nodding without hesitation.

“What about?”

Louis sat down at the edge of the bed, facing me. “It’s about Liam’s birthday.” He started. “Liam’s turning 20 and we’re throwing a huge party for him. Do you think you can help?”

My eyes widened with glee. “Of course I’ll help! I love planning parties,” I grinned, bouncing lightly as I sat on the bed. Louis smiled.

“Great! I’ll tell the other boys, and we can get started on planning soon.” Louis said, hopping on the bed, but not before leaning over to kiss my cheek.

“Night night.” He laughed, waving to me before heading towards the door. “And don’t mention anything to Liam. We know how close you guys are.”

Then, he closed the door quietly, switching the lights off. I fell asleep only minutes after.

Notes

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