Niall’s view:
“That two faced cu –”
“Niall James Horan you better choose your next words wisely!” Liam yelled. It was two in the morning and no one was sleeping. We all were trying to stay awake to question Harold when he gets home.
“Calm down Niall, it's probably another model.” Louis handed me food. I simply pushed it away. Now was not the time to eat. I was going to kill him if he was with her. This was his plan all along; he was going to say he would help me then get close to her himself. Smart, cheeky Harry pulled one over on me. I'm not surprised because I am so dumb.
“Besides she wouldn’t date him.” Zayn said with a half-smile.
“What makes you say that??” I shot back pissed, worried, scared, and most of all hurt. It’s one thing if he dates a girl I like, I usually just say hey I guess it wasn’t meant to be if Harry got to her first but he knew about Izallouis, he knew I liked her and was afraid to talk to her, and he knew he was going to get close to her before me. That’s the same old possessive Harry; you can't have anything better than him.
“Because I have talked to her about her upcoming fame and everything; she told me she doesn’t want to date anyone. I think I'm going to bed because chances are Harry got a hotel for this model.” Zayn waved everyone off as he headed up the stairs.
“Well, Zayn has a good idea. I'll second that.” Liam said setting down the paper.
“Louis??” I asked wanting somebody other than me to rip Harry to shreds when he gets one foot in the door.
“I got your back.” He said wrapping an arm around me. We fell back on the couch together and he turned on the TV.
“Thanks.” I said.
“Look I think I know how much you like her. It was the same thing with El. Harry introduced us and from there it was like a dream. I just know Harry doesn’t have the heart to take her away. It's like you called dibs.” Louis reassured me by giving me a squeeze and ruffled up my hair. I did feel better after that. Just not top notch like I wanted to.
“So what's on TV??” I asked changing the subject.
“Nothing good. Let’s watch that robot movie.” Louis said as I got up.
“Real Steel??” I asked him.
“The one with Hugh Jackman??” He asked.
“That’s the one.” I smiled and grabbed the case. We cuddle on the couch. Most people would think it's gay but we frankly just don’t care. Anyone of us has had or has a relationship with a girl so we know. Sometimes I wonder about Harry but then again like tonight he is with a girl. We watched the movie and Louis fell asleep but I was completely restless. I couldn’t help but see images of her and Harry swirling in my mind. Not the dirty ones where they are having sex, but the cute ones where he is holding her, kissing her, and the fans are adoring her. It just is happening and I can't stop it. Finally sleep managed to grab me and pull me under.
“Time to get up!” Liam said bright and smiley.
“Breakfast??” I asked.
“On the table. I'm going to pick out your clothes.” Liam removed himself from the living room in which Louis and I were sleeping.
“Is Harry home??” I asked shooting off the couch. Louis grabbed the blanket and covered himself again.
“No, he never showed up. Like I said hotel.” Zayn said at the table.
“Oh.” He spent the entire night with ‘Her’. What am I supposed to think now?? I bet they slept together; Harry doesn’t stay the entire night unless they slept together. With my shoulders slumped I flopped into the chair with a plate of food in front of it. I slowly ate and read skims of the paper on the table.
“Look, I'm going to call him and get answers.” Zayn said leaving the table. I continued to eat and read about football, American football.
“So your clothes are on your bed. Today is an easy day, I'll go over it when everyone is here and present. For now you may get changed and come back down.” Liam smiled. I did what I was supposed to and took my leave. I was able to hear Zayn yelling into his phone at someone through the walls. It was most likely Harry. I was mad at him and I am not letting this go easy. I made it to my room and by the time I got to the bed to see my outfit I was fuming. Harry is a dick and I don’t think I can forgive him easy. I put on the regular jeans that are loose fitting around my legs but grope my butt nicely. Then I took off my shirt to put on the plain black one. The shoes he chose were my black and white Vans. I looked plain enough for casual wear but nice enough to do business in. I hopped down the stairs to see a pissed Zayn, a sleepy Louis just eating, and a chirpy Liam ready to talk.
“So since everyone is here,”
“Not everyone.” I grunted under my breath. Liam looked at me and sighed to continue.
“Here is the plan. We go to the studio and I get paperwork I need to do. Then we are going to go to the recording studio and get a tour, after the tour we are going to –”
“I heard tour. What about tour?? Do we have another tour??” Zayn asked looking up from his phone.
“No, Zayn, we are touring the studio we will be filming in. We have four days until its game on.” Liam smiled. We all cheered a bit.
“Put your phone away and you will know what is going on.” Louis sassed him.
“Sorry.” He mumbled putting it down.
“So back to the plan. After the tour we are free to explore and meet the workers. We need to get used to the crew at this studio because we will be with them for a whilst. Louis be nice and Zayn no flirting.”
“What about me??” I asked feeling weird for not getting scolded about something.
“I really don’t have anything for you, Niall. I mean I could say don’t eat too much but that would be stereotyping you.” Liam laughed but no one else did.
“Moving on.” Louis said.
“Then it's another free day. Stay at the studio, go out, just stay out of trouble.” Liam instructed. No one said anything or moved. “Ok, so let’s go.” Liam rushed. “The faster we get going the faster we get done!” He hollered at everyone. We then took that as our cue to dispatch around the house. Louis got dressed, Zayn took his phone outback, and Liam headed to the car. I watched as everyone ran about and I stood still. Story of my life. I'm always stationary and seemingly slower than everyone else.
“Horan better get going!” Louis yelled as he walked right past me. I realized I needed to live in the now. Moving to the car I noticed everyone except myself, because I was walking there and Harry because he was at some hotel with someone not so random. Today was going to be long. We piled into Liam’s car and we were off to the recording studio. That trip took about twenty minutes. Liam had grabbed three folders and managed to set up some recording dates later down the road. Then we were off to the shows studio. This was a longer drive but after forty five minutes we were there. When we arrived there were several people at our aid. Some fans had figured out where we were and got the word out fast.
“Everyone inside!” One of the shows security guards yelled. There were two people for each of us. As we tried to get in without girls attacking us we did try to wave and smile at them. Once inside everyone was quiet.
“Is it always going to be like this??” One of the security guards asked.
“Sorry about that.” I said for all of us.
“One Direction is in the building.” Someone said into a walky talky.
“Roger that.” Someone said back.
“So the tour. Let’s get going.” Another guy said. There were so many guys and none of them cared to say their names so it was time to number them in my mind.
“The only people you are going to need to know are Ned, Cheryl, Rae, and Colby. Ned is the stage manager, Cheryl is costuming and design, Rae is makeup, and Colby is head of security. Whilst you are here we expect you to have at least one body guard following you around on your tour. Everything is very simple. You won't be coming in those doors every day.”
“Why not??” Zayn asked being smart.
“Because of what just happened.” The guy leading us around said. “We would much rather bring you in the back way and get straight to the show, it's safer and we can get more done that way. So down this hall you will find your dressing rooms. Since there are four of you we will make sure that when one of you is doing one thing everyone else will be doing something else. Our main goal is to get everyone done and ready as fast as possible.”
“There is a fifth one; he just was too busy to come here.” Liam said trying to cover for Harry. I don’t see why because if it were me I would just let him rot in hell. Ok, I'm not that mean, but I wouldn’t cover for him.
“We will make sure he gets caught up.”
“Ned, we have a fifth member that wasn’t hear for the tour, make sure Samantha can give it to him it tomorrow.” A guy behind us said into the walky talky.
“Roger that.” He said back.
“In here is your makeup room. Rae will take you to security after this. I have to go and make sure everything is being handled.” Guy number one said.
“Hi, I'm Rae.” A girl with scarlet red hair said. Her eyes were as green as Harry’s and she even had dimples to match. She looked no older than Harry either.
“How old are you??” Liam asked skeptical.
“I know, I know, I look super young, actually I am super young but I have been doing makeup for seven years now.”
“So how old are you??” I asked again for Liam.
“I'm fifteen.” She smiled.
“And you are doing our makeup??” Louis was being rude.
“Yes, I have been to schooling and I have done a lot of famous people’s makeup. I'm qualified.” She said as we stopped in front of some doors. “In here is the security room and over here is the stadium.” She pointed to the door on the left, then the door on the right. I was in the middle of the group and followed everyone into the security room. There was a line of tall buff guys in the middle of the room. The entire room outline was just walls of computers and above them were cameras showing different feeds all around the studio.
“I'm Colby.” One of the tallest and the buffest stepped forward. He was white and had black hair. His ears were pierced and he looked like a pimped out football player. “This is all of our qualified security. You will pick one of them to tag along and follow you around the studio. There are a lot of people in and out of here daily and we are under strict orders to keep you under eagle eyes watch.” He instructed us.
“So we just pick who we want??” Louis asked.
“Anyone of this line.” Colby reminded me of a drill sergeant.
“Good because I want him.” Louis said pointing to someone with dreads. The guy stepped forward to Louis.
“I'm Dan.” He said.
“Louis, nice to meet you.” Louis said.
“I'll take him.” Zayn looked up from his phone and so did the security guard. This was going to be interesting.
“Brooklyn you're not supposed to be on your phone!” Colby yelled.
“Sorry.” Brooklyn said. Brooklyn was a guy, and a nice tan one at that.
“If you wouldn’t mind Colby, I would like to watch Liam.” One of the security guards asked. Liam looked taken aback but then settled down when he noticed this one’s appearance. He was a smaller one and looked clean cut. Someone perfect for Liam.
“Ok, Jacob has Liam.” Colby informed.
“I'll take Niall!” Another guard said happy. I smiled because this was funny to me.
“Gordy has Niall. Peace you have Styles.” Colby ordered one of the last security guards.
“So everyone is free to roam about now??” Liam checked before we just broke apart.
“Yes.” Colby and the rest of the guards went back to work. Louis and Dan left back down the hall we had come and everyone else went straight to the studio portion. There were five comfy looking chairs facing a stage and then a bunch of lower places where fans could be watching. Each of the chairs had our names on the back and was a different colour. Mine was green, go figure. I sat in it and Gordy stayed back a bit. Everyone examined their chairs and looked around the large room, spotting all the different cameras and where the angles would be.
“This is really going to happen.” Liam said awestruck.
“Yeah.” Zayn mumbled not looking away from his phone. For as much time as he is on it he doesn’t appear on any social networking sites.
“We are really getting this big.” I smiled at our achievements. This isn’t our only achievement but it is a symbol for what we have achieved and foreshadows what we can accomplish in the future.
“Boys! Like what you see??” Someone came out from the exit and entrance.
“Yes, this is great.” Liam smiled gracious.
“I'm Ned, Stage manager.” He nodded at us. We smiled politely.
“This set up is great. We love the easy on and off set because quite a few fans are going to be here and we were nervous about that.” Ned sat in the bright yellow chair, Zayn's.
“Safety is our first thing because there is going to be a lot of people in one room with you. We are going to have security so stretched over this building anyone who isn’t supposed to be here will be noticed. When we get into rehearsals we will talk about breaks and where each of you is expected to be.” He put finger quotes around rehearsal.
“We are just so overwhelmed to be here. We have to record the show and do concerts around California at the same time. Everything is going to be a bit wild.” I informed him.
“Everyone here is on One Direction’s side; I mean we can't film a show without the judges.” He laughed and we did too. Everything was so simple, but yet so obscured.
“We are glad to be here.” Zayn said putting his phone in his pocket and joining us.
“We are honoured to have you with us. May I ask where Styles is??” He cocked his head. Here we go.

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