Just part of the band

I’m sitting on a bus, it’s a weird bus. But we’re in England, everything’s weird. The bus is very large, two-story red bus with the higher level being open to the earth and air. I’m sitting on the inside, while Reagan and my parents are on top. I’m still questioning her about that thing the other day, she still hasn’t done her ‘payback’ yet.
I sigh and look out the window, we’re going to the closest mall to see what clothes are there and such, since we’ve never been to England before, we don’t know what type of clothes they have.
“Kylee!” I hear a call and get up, looking toward the stairs to the second level. I start to trudge toward it, yes, trudge, there’s so many people in here it’s hard to get around. “Come on!” I hear another call, this one’s from Reagan. I nod and am delighted to be at the stairs to see what they need.
“We’re almost there,” My mom says and I roll my eyes. That’s all she wanted me for. Ughhh!
“Oh ok mom, how big’s this mall anyway?” I ask and she smiles at me.
She shrugs, “Might be big, it has over 140 stores.” I smile with her but it drops as I see the mall, it is sort of big.
Reagan’s excited, I can tell. I look toward her, “What?”
“The place might be the same place Kylee Soloist might get her payback,” she pauses to look at me with a evil grin. “And One Direction was on a big red bus like this in the One Thing music video!”
I roll my eyes and the bus stops two blocks before the mall. My family watches as around 15 of the 30 people smush off of the bus, we wait until there’s enough room, then walk out after a family with two little kids. We follow the large group toward the mall, Reagan still smiling. Why’d we have to go England this summer?
My eyes brighten up as I see the entrance of the mall, I smile and turn around. “Hey mom, can I go explore the mall....alone?”
She shrugs, “I don’t know honey, we’re in a different mall, in a different country.”
Fine, you want stubborn, I’ll give you stubborn. I pull a whiny tone of voice, “But mo-om, what I see a cute guy with my family? I can’t approach him that way!”
My mom sighs, “Ok then Kylee, but only for 2 hours, then meet us at the food court...after we find it.” She says as we walk into the mall, it’s fairly large, with two levels and big box stores at the edge of the hallway, smaller ones in the hall.
I smile and kiss her on the head, “Thanks mom.” I jog forward a bit, hearing a bit of Reagan telling mom to go somewhere. I stop when I see an escalator and step on it, hoping to see a map anywhere.
I put on a smile and run toward the map the second I see it, I find out where the food court is and turn around, I’m on the lower level now, and there’s less stores on it. I see an Aeropostale and head toward it, I walk into the store and see a small group of guys.
I head to the ‘Juniors’’ section of the store and start looking through the clothes, just as I notice one of the guys looking at me. They’re around my age, but they’re dressed weird, all wearing hoodies, some are nice ones, one’s plain black. I shrug and continue to look through the shirts until I find a nice one my size, it’s a graphic tee, it has a picture of a cupcake with an adorable face that says, “Don’t hurt me, I have ninja skills.” The cupcake also has a sword with it that has the word ‘ninja’ on it.
I giggle at it and the guys whisper, they’re over in the ‘Guys’’ section and are looking through jeans, but I can tell they’re looking at me. (Lol song lyrics) I ignore them yet again and head toward the jeans section, I see some nice ripped ones and I still one of them glancing toward me often, one laughs loudly and two other people turn to look at the group.
The taller one, which seems older, says something to the looking people, something apologetic, and then goes back to the group. I try to count how many that’s there, around 5 or 6. I shrug and take the jeans, looking at the $50 I brought with me. I brought $300 with me on this vacation, and hope not to spend it all within the first week.
I’m walk over to the register and soon check out, leaving in a minute or so, hoping that maybe the’d talk to me, not ‘stalk’ me through the mall. I’m halfway toward the big box store on the other side when I get a tap on my back, I turn around and see three of the guys in that group.
“How may I help you? Asking permission to stalk me through the mall?” I roll my eyes at them, “You know, you didn’t have to keep glancing toward me in the store, I noticed.”
The one with darker hair smiles and says something slowly, his voice reminding me of that ‘Harry’ from One Direction, “I’m sorry, your just very beautiful.”
One of the two next to him, with, wait, is that Zayn? I now notice that they’re all wearing sunglasses and that one of the boys next to the speaker’s looked a lot like Zayn. “I’m sorry miss, but, you look oddly familiar.” Oh gosh, so do you.
The third guy, with up-like blonde hair, nodded, his sunglasses falling down a bit, and I now see his blue eyes...He looks familiar too.
“You three seem like someone I know, um, I have an awkward question, is it okay if I ask it?” I pull a query and they all nod, the darker and curly hair’d one winks at me through his glasses and I can’t help but smile and giggle.
“Your giggle’s beautiful,” The one that reminds me of Zayn says and I blush a bit. “Oh, and of course you can.”
I smile, “You guys remind me of these people I talked to a few days ago, One Direction, are you them? Or just look-a-likes pretending to be them to get girls, like, wearing whatever they would to the mall and everything? Because you would be really desperate to do that.”
The blonde one pulls a face and I shrug. “Fine then, since we don’t want to seem so-called desperate, I’ll do this.” I now notice he has an Irish accent...now if they’re not One Direction, I’m dreaming.
He pulls off his glasses, and now I see his beautiful blue eyes better now. I smile and watch as the other two do too. “So you are the guys I talked to?”
Zayn smiles, “Of course we are! We decided to go to this mall since we haven’t in so long, and since it’s a bit farther away from London.”
Harry, I believe, nods. “Yeah, we were busy yesterday practicing for our radio appearance in 4 hours. Hey-”
Zayn covers Harry’s mouth before he could continue, “I’m sorry, he wanted to ask you to come with us, but that’d be immature and stupid.”
Niall smiles, “But that’s what Harry is.” Harry pushes Niall and Zayn’s hand is off his mouth quickly, meaning he either wanted it off or that Harry licked it.
“So he was going to ask me to come with you guys, on a radio? Is he serious? I barely know you guys, we don’t want the press to kno-” I pause, the press already knows about me, would it make a difference if I appeared on a radio station?
Harry looks at me, “He’s right here and has feelings thank you very much.” He turns around, half angry, and heads toward a fountain. “I’ll go see what Lou and Liam are up to.”
I shrug, “I didn’t mean anything, and, I don’t really know if I can, my mom doesn’t like the idea of me being alone in a big new country.”
Niall smiles, “Then tell her your with us.”
Zayn rolls his eyes, “She can’t! We don’t know how she’ll respond if she said, ‘I’m going on a worldwide radio station with One Direction, see you in a half-hour!’”
Niall nods, now realizing it. “Ohhhh...” I giggle at him, Blonde moment.
Zayn looks me in the eyes, “So, could you? Ask your parents in a complete not-lying way without telling them that your going with One Direction?”

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