Bailee

…How you think of yourself,
Creates the person that you’ll be.

Zzzzz.

Zzzzzzzz.

Was that a snore? Who would be snoring? Personally, I don’t snore … so who’s snoring?

My eyes popped wide open glaring towards the pestering noise. Peeling away from the warmth of the bed, I stumbled out on the fluffy carpet.

Fluffy carpet? I don’t recall having any carpet in my room unless Mom wanted to surprise me with a gift of lovely carpet. Weird.

Running my feet through the carpet, I walked out of the door into the hallway. Glancing over to my left, there was a tiny light coming from the oven. My eyebrows scrunched together, not recalling I had the kitchen on the same floor of my bedroom. I began to rub my eyelids. I was probably seeing things. The snoring continued, I investigated by leaning my head towards the opposite side of the hallway.

All of a sudden, an inflicting pain erupted through my head. My hands shot up to my forehead, making a circular motion to erase the pain.

What the-?! Where did this headache come from?!

Recollecting, I tried to figure out what I did to have caused me to have this awful headache. I cried last night on the way home from Julian’s party. I didn’t drink anything. So, it wouldn’t be from any alcohol intakes. As I was trying to decipher the dilemma, the snores seem to be closer. As I was squinting, I made my way over towards the doorway now. The bedroom door was partly open.

Is Mom snoring? I know she snores, but it has never been this loud!

Covering my ears, I maneuvered into the bedroom. The curtains were shut, not letting a ray of sunlight appear in the room. Barely seeing my own two feet, I steadily walked to the King-sized bed with a magical mattress. It worked wonders. Leaning over, I tried to make out the figure under the covers. There was a mop of brunette hair hitting the million pillows, but their face was hidden beneath the blankets. However, the noise was not concealed. I lowered my ear near the figure’s mouth or at least what I thought was their mouth. There was a moment of silence in the bedroom, and then shortly after the snore came from the figure.

Yes! So it was my mother! I knew it! However, I don’t quite understand how she could be snoring this loud? She has never done so before. Maybe she had a long night. Yeah, sounds about right.
I started poking her head since it was all that was revealed. The noise seized and the body began to wiggle and there was a groan heard. “Mom,” I whispered. Still no response.

“Mom,” I said, a bit louder and rougher.

Whoa. I definitely have morning voice. My voice is much deeper today. Weird.

“It’s time to get up,” I finished, waiting patiently for any sign of movement.

Nothing. I got no response. Losing my patience, I said even louder, “Hello! Time to wake up!” Of course, I added a few pushing and pulling with it. I had to get my point across somehow. She needed to be awake.

Taking long enough, there was movement but it wasn’t from the same figure. The movement was on the far left of me. My eyes grew enormous; there was another person in the bedroom! Oh, dear!

No! This is the awkward moment when your widow mom brings home a guy. Awkward!!

“Harry, I think you should wake up,” a feminine, soft voice said coming from the left side of the bed.

My face scrunched up, not believing what I heard.

Harry? Who is this Harry? And- why is there a girl in the bed!

“Hmm, you are probably right,” he grumbled under his breath.

“Who the hell are you-” My voice disappeared.

Out pops the brunette head with curls intertwining each other, his sparking green eyes were
giving butterfly kisses on the bed covers. A cunning smile was delicately on his pink lips. “Hello, Louis. I didn’t hear you come in,” he said, deep voice beyond compare. That kind of voice could make a grown woman faint.

Tongue-tied, I couldn’t response back to this guy. Without hesitation, he removed the bedcovers, uncovering his attire. Which, it was only a black boxers. However, that wasn’t what held my gaze.
My eyes stared at his tan chest with three tattoos, but it was only one that made me question his idea. The massive butterfly.

I blinked rapidly, “Why do you have a butterfly on your stomach?” I broke my silence around this person.

He was standing in front of the dresser. A chuckle vibrated through his throat. “Louis, are you alright? Did you drink anything last night?”

Okay, I’m not Louis! I don’t know who this person is or whoever his friend is either, but they have the wrong person.

“I’m sorry, but what are you doing in my house!” I shrieked, realization finally hitting me.

This boy or, I should really call him; man took a skip towards me. Only one-step, his legs were lengthy. I stumbled over my own two feet, not wanting to be touched by this stranger.

“Wow, Louis you must have drank a lot last night. And I thought I was going to be the one with the massive hangover.” He chuckled, before going back to his business.

Does his voice contain a British accent? Almost sounds like my Aunt Darcy from Cambridge.

The headache was forming again. I pinched the bridge of my nose, shaking my head in disdain.

“Look, I have no idea what you are talking about, but I’m not-”

There was a mirror behind “Harry” where the dresser was. In the reflection, I scanned the image and I saw two figures. One was he. And the other, well was a boy-wait, a boy?! Why was this boy speaking exactly in time when I was speaking?!

Harry spotted my immediate reaction.

“Louis?”

My eyes focused on the figure once more. Low and behold, there was a boy with outrageous brunette hair flying every which way gazing back at me. Of course, I did the most logical thing anyone would do in this moment. Screamed.

Well, I wouldn’t really call it a scream because of his lower register, but man; this boy could hit those high notes. A hand was upon my shoulder seizing my yelp.

“Louis, what’s wrong?” asked the guy, concern detected in his delicate eyes.

I was struggling with his hand. His touch was gentle, and yet I didn’t want him touching me.

“Leave me, alone!” I yelled. The next moment was the second smartest idea that came to my head. Run.

I turned my body, or this body, towards the bedroom I emerged. The handsome, yet mysterious man called out to me. His footsteps were pounding behind me. He reached out to grab my arm when I turned the corner. However, I was quicker and slipped through his fingertips. The scenario was blurring as I dash into the bathroom. Instantly, I locked the door. Unhurriedly, I backed up away from the door, where the knob was jiggling rapidly.

“Louis! Louis, what is wrong?! What’s going on?!”

Ignoring his questions, I was sliding down to the tile floor, holding my head in-between my arms next to the sink. I couldn’t wrap my brain around the idea that I –Bailee Nash- am in a body of a man. It’s not possible! It’s improbable! How on earth did this happen? I was recalling all the options: first I am dreaming … this isn’t real. And that was the only option I could think of.

“This isn’t real,” I mumbled under my breath. My whole body was shaking with nervous. I grabbed the nearest wall to help with my stability. Slowly, I turned around and gazed into the stranger’s eyes. This skin, this body was not mine.

“This isn’t real,” I repeated myself.

His pale complexion was not blinding, a hint of tan but he wasn’t a white pasty complexion. Which would have been a bit of a turn off for me. Carefully, my fingers grazed his skin. It was warm, soft and gentle. Quite clear, he has been taking care of his skin. My hands shot up to the top of my head to the hair. Again, not surprise, his hair was healthy no split ends, silky and refined as can be. There his eyes were a clear turquoise with a ring of green and brown in the middle. This man’s eyes took my breath away, I noticed his lazy eye, but it was adorable.

Wait, why am I doing this? I need to focus here!

“Louis! Come on, talk to me!” The voice behind the door shouted. Looking back at the door, I couldn’t believe “Harry” was out there. He hadn’t given up.

I ran my fingers over my face. All of this didn’t make any sense. Why am I in this body? Why? How? When? Where? Some many questions sprouted through my head. And I have no clue where I would get these answers.

You will know all in good time.

“Shit!” I yapped, nearly jumping out of my skin. My hand over my heart, which my chest was a little built. Not buff, but some muscle.

Great, now I am hearing voices in my head. This has to be a dream. Why else would I be hearing voices?

No, it isn’t a dream.

I glanced around the bathroom, deciphering where the voice was. My eyes glanced up at the ceiling; there was nothing in the bathroom, but me. The voice had to be apart of my imagination.

Bailee! Quit be so stubborn!

Oh my gosh! The voice knows my name. Not the person, whose body I am in.

Of course, I know you’re name. I am- never mind. I will introduce myself later to you and Louis.

My eyes grew ten inches as I thought to myself. She knows Louis.

“How do you know Louis?” I whispered to this invisible voice. If I wasn’t insane before, I know I am now.

Like I said before. You will know in good time. Now, it is my time to leave.

“No, wait, don’t go!” I hissed under my breath, gazing back at the door where Harry was standing and yelling at me still.

Don’t worry. I will explain more later. Believe me, now go on and have some fun. Ta-ta.

“No, please, don’t go,” I pleaded.

However, the voice never replied back. Silent in the bathroom wrapped around me like a blanket. Harry’s voice was booming behind the closed door. Tears welled in my eyes; I gripped the sink causing my hands to go numb. The only lead I had was gone, it seemed the voice knew what had happened. But, do I trust the voice? After all, the voice is nothing but my pure imagination. Wiping my tears away, I stared back into the mirror. Determination was written upon my face.

Wait, if I am in this body, does it mean that Louis is in mine?

One way of finding out, I was praying to God that there was a phone in the bathroom. Quickly, I tossed items here and there trying to uncover any hidden cell phone. Nothing, I couldn’t find anything. By now, Harry was no longer yelling. He was talking to me in his normal voice, “Louis, are you okay? Is this a game Louis? What are you doing? Just please tell me, what’s going on.”

I couldn’t answer him back. Not yet, not until I ask some of my own questions.

As I was losing hope, I sat on the toilet seat thinking of a way I could get a phone. But, Harry was standing outside the door. I didn’t want to run into him. Not after the lovely incident I had with him in his bedroom. No thank you. Not going to have another embarrassing moment.

I rubbed my hands over my seat pants when I felt something in the pocket. It was an enormous blob and I grabbed it. As I was sliding my hand out, there in my hand was the iPhone 4S.

Louis slept with his phone in his pocket? Crazy! Oh, well it helped me a lot!

I unlocked the cell phone and dialed the eleven-digit code. I pressed the phone against my ear. The buzzing was playing in my ear. A good sign, the phone was on and it was going through. I bit my lip as I was whispering, “C’mon, C’mon. Pick up.” Losing my patience, I wanted to know what is the meaning of this and who done this. And the only person, I could think had something to do with it was this man, Louis.

After the four rings, I knew if someone was going to pick up they weren’t going to do so.

“Yeeeeellow,” an enthused and feminine voice greeted.

Is that what I really sound like? I hope to God I don’t.

The anger captured me and held me in its place. “Who the hell is this?! And what have you done to me?!” I hissed into the phone.

“Shit,” I heard the girl, well my, voice whispered.

A deep breath came on the other side of the line. Personally, I was breathing in deep breaths and fuming. I could almost feel the fire coming out of my head.

“Look, I have no idea what’s going on either-”

“Sure, you don’t. It was your plan to begin with, wasn’t it? Hmm, I don’t know how you did it, but I can assure you I will not go down without a fight. I want to be back in my body!” I exclaimed to this person, cutting them off.

“No, need to cut me off,” she sassed back, guess this Louis is sassy, “and I know it’s really hard not to blame the other person, but really I don’t know anything like you do.”

Should I trust him, too? Or should I not?

“I was at a party last night with my girlfriend, Eleanor, and my lads. We were out a bit and then I came home and went to sleep. Then, next thing I know I wake up to this voice, I’ve never heard before, and I’m in your body!” the real Louis said, in Bailee’s voice.

“Wait, wait, back that up,” I said, “You heard a voice?”

After a minute or so, Louis replied, “Yeah, so what?”

I think he is actually telling the truth.

“I heard a voice, too,” I whispered back. “And the voice knows the both of us, the voice said they
will tell us what is going on later. Whatever that means, but in the meantime to go and have fun.”

Whatever the hell that means.

“Did the voice really say that?” Louis asked, curiously. It’s so weird hearing your own voice, but you are not speaking.

“Yes.”

“Awesome.” I could image him smiling my smile I rarely smile.

I shook my head. “No, no, no. This is not awesome. We need to figure out a plan. For crying out loud, I have no idea what I am doing! I don’t even know you, I don’t know where I am at, I don’t know who this Harry is, and I don’t know anything about you!”

Silence was between us. “Fine. Let me introduce myself, I am Louis Tomlinson.”

There was a pause like he was waiting for something to happen. I blinked rapidly.

“Okay, what else? What are you like? Who is Harry-”

“Wait, wait,” he said, “Let me repeat myself. I. Am. Louis. Tomlinson.”

What was he trying to get at?

“Okay, I am Bailee Nash. What’s the big deal?” I claimed throwing my hands in the air.

“You don’t know?”

“Know what?” I asked, not getting him.

I could hear him hesitating. “Have you ever heard of the band One Direction?”

“Them sound familiar. I think Julian played the radio with some of their songs on there. Why?” I said.

“Of course, it would be Julian playing them,” I heard him mumbling to himself.

Wait, a minute. He knows Julian?

“Have you met Julian?” I asked, curiously.

“That’s not important right now. What’s important is you getting prepared for what is going to happen when you are in my body. Especially, for the performances,-” then he stopped in the middle of his sentence.

“Oh no,” he whispered.

“What?” I asked, feeling left out of the situation.

“What time is it?” he asked.

“Um, I don’t know. Why?”

“Is Harry still there?”

“Yes, again, why are you asking-”

“Shit! Bailee, you have to trust me, can you do that?” Louis asked, again not liking the fact it was in my voice. Maybe, he feels the same way too.

“What do you mean?”

“Bailee, you have to trust Harry. Harry is one of my best mates-”

“But, I made a huge commotion earlier. He has been trying to get me to open my door-”

“Bailee! Why did you do that?! Harry and the other lads cannot know what is going on. They won’t
believe you. Crap, Bailee.”

“What do I tell him then?” I said.

“Well, first thing is first. You have to convince him that you are okay, but not at this second! Second thing is you have to go with the flow. You have to not act like it is out of your element.
Which, you have to follow the lads lead. Okay?”

“Um, okay.” It felt like he was telling me this like he was preparing me for a war.

“Okay, and also-”

“Bailee! You have to get back to work! Tom is coming back,” I heard a masculine voice said to
Louis: Julian.

“I’m sorry, I have to go Bailee,” he whispered into the phone, “I will call you back. We will talk more
later. Promise. Good luck, oh and don’t forget to smile!”

“No, wait, Louis!” I declared, not wanting him to go.

There was nothing. I glanced down at the phone and saw the call lasted about three minutes.
I was on my own. In this new world of Louis Tomlinson’s. I hadn’t learned anything new, besides to trust Harry and his friends. Also, I need to go with the flow.

“Louis,” Harry said behind the door, an awful feeling ran through my body, “Please just tell me what’s wrong. Why did you yell back there? Why did you-”

In the moment, I opened the door revealing myself to him.

“Oh my gosh, I thought you would never open the door,” he responded. He wrapped his massive arms around my torso and held on. It was a kind and warm hug, not an uncomfortable hug.

“Sorry, Harry. I didn’t reply to you, it was because,” what do I tell him, “you were right. I have a horrible hangover ever and I was, you know.”

His eyes began to get big. “Oh, I know what you mean. It’s fine, I was just making sure you were alright because last night you seemed out of it.”

Louis failed to mention this … I wonder what Harry is talking about.

“What do you mean?” I asked Harry, “I mean, I can’t really recall because of the alcohol I drank.”

“Well, you seemed a bit distance and you dismissed it like it was no big thing. And then you hung out with Eleanor for a bit,” Harry explained.

“Oh okay, sorry, man I didn’t mean to freak you out,” I said, telling most of the truth. I’m surprised how good I’m doing so far.

“It’s fine. You are good. That’s all that matters,” declared Harry, a gentle smile upon his lips.

“Yeah,” I replied, smiling back at him. It’s nice having a person care for you. Harry truly cares for Louis.

Realization formed on his face. “Oh, shit,” he said, before heading over to the dresser where the digital clock was. The time was ten minutes until noon o’clock.

“We are late,” Harry replied, “Super late.” He ran out of the bedroom heading off towards his bedroom. “We were supposed to be there like three or four hours ago to get ready.” His voice was bouncing off the walls.

“Then, should we get dressed?” I asked, not sure what to do.

“Just throw something on! We don’t have time to get ready here. We have to get ready there,” Harry explained; he walked into the room wearing tight jeans and a plain white T-shirt.

“Um, okay.”

Hurriedly, I opened the nearest drawer and stared getting dressed. My attire was black jeans, not skinny jeans, and a dark brown shirt, which had no writings on it. “Awesome, now it’s time to go Louis,” Harry spoke up.

Following in his footsteps, I gazed around the place. It was a small apartment with little things here and there. I have to say, it was adorable and homey. “I’m surprised none of the lads messaged us. I would have thought Paul, would have called us. Oh well, I am telling the lads we are on our way.” Harry was glancing down at his iPhone 4S, busy typing away.

“Are we going to have anything to eat?” My stomach groaned asking as well.

“You can grab a banana for now. I have a feeling there will be food there. There are always something there, most likely be donuts,” Harry responded, “I wonder what kind of donuts.” The ending sounded like he was talking to himself more than to me.

“Okay, do you want a banana?” I reached over the counter where the fruit bowl was standing on the tiny table.

Not hearing an answer, I picked up two bananas anyway. I turned around to see Harry glazing at me like I was a book he could easily read. “You sure you are alright?” he asked, uneasily.

Oh no. I probably said something Louis would never say.

“Yes, never been better,” I answered, a fake smile upon my lips. “Here, this is yours.”

I handed him the extra banana. “Thanks,” he said, reluctantly.

I need to get better with lying. Or he is going to catch on. After all, it’s my fault for acting like a complete idiot before. Louis is right. I was not thinking straight.

“Well, let’s get this show on the road,” he stated, placing a pair of sunglasses on his nose hiding his beautiful green eyes.

“Yeah, let’s do it,” I replied, hoping and praying that’s what Louis would say in a time like this.

Earning a genuine smile, Harry had answered my question. We headed towards the elevator, but first Harry yelled out to his lady friend –which I had completely forgotten about in the moment- and locked the apartment door. Then, we made our way out the front doors, Harry saying a good afternoon to the front desk. And then, it came.

Bright lights, flashing and cracking like lightning bolts with multiple people shouting and yelling out questions. I couldn’t decipher any because their voices mashed up together into one boisterous and annoying voice ever. However, the magnificent gorgeous limousine saved us.

“Come on, Louis,” Harry said, taking a hold of my hand making sure I wasn’t going to get lost in the crowd.

We slide into the limousine, and it began to drive away with people holding their cameras and shouting some more. “Wow, the paparazzi are going crazy. Make sense since our second album is released today and we are performing our single this afternoon.”

Album? Single? … Cameras, lights, paparazzi! Oh my!

“He is famous,” I mouthed the words. That’s what Louis met by “going with the flow” and “smile”. The pieces were falling into the place. It was finally adding up.

Smiling, I was happy I had found out the whole thing about him, but it soon disappeared because of two reasons. One I was in the spotlight -not comfortable- and second I had to pee really badly. No, you don’t understand I mean really bad.


****

After having minutes of pondering if I should go to the bathroom or not, the limousine pulled over on the side of the street coming to a complete stop. Which, it didn’t help my predicament. “Land ho!” Harry shouted, out the window. During the way here - wherever here was- Harry noticed it was getting warm in the limousine. He decided to roll down the window when the paparazzi died down. A guy came out of the building, and there were fences with tons and tons of girls screaming. The young man opened the door; police and guards were containing the girls acting like a massive barrier in-between them and us. Quickly, I glanced behind us. There wasn’t any other limousine. We were the last ones to arrive.

“Let’s go,” Harry stated, stepping out of the limousine with confidence. In this moment, I had none.
Sliding over to get closer to the door, I swung my long legs -not used to be actually “tall”-over the leather seat. Harry was taking care of business, waving here and there, all around at the fans. A beautiful smile spread across his light pink lips. I shook my head, noticing I was lingering on him.

“Louis! Louis! Louis!” The foreign name was repeated towards me.

Trying my best, I grinned at a few of the cameras and I waved a bit as well. The blinding lights stunned me.

Gosh, is this what he has to deal with everyday? Or is it because of the new single? -Wait! New single? I don’t know any of the words. Oh no.

Silently, I was freaking out on the inside, but Harry brought me into reality again. His simple touch awoke me. “Ready to do this man?”

“Yes,” I said, almost believing myself, “I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time. So pumped!” I don’t know where the excitement came from, but I hoped again I sounded like Louis.

“Awesome!” he grinned, and went forward into the building.

I followed the leader, gawking at the scenario of the building. It was eloquent, clean, and tidy. Of course, I couldn’t take in the entire scene. I was scooted into a large room with mirrors, chairs, and many people running around like chickens with their heads chopped off with different types of items in their hands.

“Louis, Harry! What took you so long?” a new masculine and Irish accent voice called out.

A blonde hair young man sitting down while a young woman was fixing his hair. He wore a white T-shirt with the word MOFOS on it, dark black jeans, and a homemade bracelet on his left wrist.

Niall …

“Hello, Niall! Yeah, sorry, it took awhile for us to come. We were running behind, but I thought it was earlier - the performance.”

Wait, how did I know his name was Niall?

“Yeah, we postponed it because an interviewer got sick and they needed a new person. So, they pushed the performance back an hour,” Niall explained, the woman brushed his hair up. Her face was focus, and yet she looked like a cook decorating a cake. She was creating a masterpiece - his hair.

“Oh okay. I surprised they postponed it. This usually never happens.”

“I know right?” Niall replied, the woman patted on his shoulder sending a message she was done.

He got up from the chair, gazing over at me. A tender, adorable smile appeared upon his lips showing his perfectly straight teeth. “It’s your turn, Lou.”

Oh goodness, he is a looker, too. All of them are.

“Just a moment,” I said, and then turning to the woman, “If you would be so kind, do you know where the,” I paused wondering if I should say bathroom, “loo is?”

A chuckle escaped Niall’s mouth; it was a warm, hearty laugh: one that would cause satisfaction and acknowledgment. I couldn’t help but smile. She pointed over to the right with a hairbrush. “Thank you,” I said, before walking over towards the bathroom.

Awkwardly and quickly, doing my business because I couldn’t hold it any longer. I zipped up my pants, before heading back out into the room. Of course, though I bumped into a person. Again, just my luck. “Sorry,” I said, gazing at the person who I ran into.

It was a young man with short buzz cut brunette hair. His chocolate mixed caramel eyes stared into mine. Another thing stood out, it was a birthmark shaped almost like a heart, but it’s a one sided heart and the right side is a bit cut off. Yet, it was the most adorable birthmark I have ever seen in my life.

“It’s alright, Louis,” he grinned, his eyes becoming smaller. Still adorable.

… Li … Liam? Is that his name?

“How was the party last night?” He asked, a bit leaning towards the hallway outside of the restroom.

“I-It went pretty well,” I replied. Having no clue what to say.

“Awesome, I’m sorry I couldn’t make it last night. But, me and Danielle had an um-”

He stopped suddenly, the look of his face showed he recalled something. The happiness in his eyes disintegrated. “What’s wrong?” I asked, even though I met him literally seconds ago I could tell you could read Liam like an open book. His emotions easily read.

He placed his hands in his pockets. A snicker came from his lips. “It’s nothing.”

“Aww, come on, Liam,” I really hope that’s his name, “I know it’s not nothing. What’s the matter?”

He chuckled a bit. “You could always figure out when something is wrong, Louis. I can never hide anything from you,” he said with a genuine smile.

Taking a deep breath first, he answered, “Danielle and I broke up.”

My eyes bulged out couldn’t believe what I just heard.

He was saying how Danielle and him went out I thought. At least, that’s what I thought he was saying before he stopped talking. From the way, he is pouting and looking very sad. I think they were dating for a long time.

“I’m sorry,” I said, meaning every word. Pain was plastered on his face.

I hope Louis is a fan of hugs.

“Come here.” I held out my arms wide-open and stepping forward towards him. He opened his arms open as well, and I wrapped my arms around his waist. It was comfortable and warm, a true hug. Not those side hugs and what not. But a true proper hug. The best kind.

We both took a step back. And then, another young man popped his head around the corner, his dark brown hair stood up and his dark chocolate eyes staring at us. His long eyelashes were hitting his tan cheeks.

Goodness! Are there any more of them?!

“Louis, Mary wants you out there to get your hair done,” the young man said.

Zayn! … Why do I know all of their names? This is so weird.

“Okay, thanks Zayn,” I replied, running towards where Mary was standing waiting patiently for me.

“What took you so long? We only have 45 minutes to get your hair done and make sure your clothes are good,” she explained, as she pushed me down into the chair and starting pulling at my hair. It felt like my scalp was burning up from the irritation.

“Slow down! Goodness, that hurts!” I yelped.

“Well, you would have gotten here earlier, you wouldn’t be in this predicament.”

I rolled my eyes. Gosh, she’s so sassy.

After a long time of pulling hair, straighten up my outfit, and giving me equipment like a microphone and earpieces, which felt like ten billion years later. I was free from the chair.

“I’m free!” I said, throwing my hands in the air.

“Just in time, too,” Mary replied, glancing down at her watch.

“What?” I asked, turning around to look at her.

An arm wrapped around my shoulder bringing me back to life. “Let’s go do this,” Harry said, practically yelling in my ear.

Liam, Niall, and Zayn magically showed up in the room, not for sure where they were to begin with. I’m sure they had more time to do whatever they wanted to do. All of them started to get into a circle and placed their hands in the middle. Of course, I was the last one because I didn’t know what was going on.

“Ready, on the count of three,” Liam started.

“One,” Niall said.

“Two,” Zayn followed up.

“Three!” everyone yelled, and I added in at the end.

“Whoa! Yeah, we are going to kill it,” Harry expressed, and Liam started to take off running out the door and into the hallway. Zayn, and then Niall, and Harry and I were last. Not complaining at all. We ran down the hallway and through a door, where a massive room with millions of people. And we were coming onto the stage, the people were a couple feet away and down.

“Welcome back to Good Morning, London. We are here with special guests and performers, who are going to perform their new single Live While We’re Young, it’s One Direction!” the interview or host yelled into the microphone.

Then, the bass blared into my ear.

Oh no. What do I do? I don’t know this song! Shit, I completely forgot … so many distractions.

Liam placed his microphone up to his mouth, and sang, “Hey, girl. I’m waiting on ya. I’m waiting on ya. Come on and let me seek you out.”

Ta. Ta. Ta.

Cowbell?

“And have a celebration. A celebration, the music up, the windows down.”

Okay .. I have to wing it. Because I can’t come up with anything. Isn’t there a technic that singers do when they forget the words? … They say some kind of fruit. Watermelon? Right? I don’t know!

I stayed put in my little spot, while the other guys started moving around all over the stage. Zayn was singing his solo, when all of a sudden I knew what the next part was.

“Let’s go! Crazy, crazy, crazy till we see the sun. I know we only met but let’s pretend it’s love. And never, never, never stop for anyone. Tonight let’s get some. And live while we’re young.”

My eyes grew enormous.

Did I just say that? How did I sing that? Hmm, Louis doesn’t have a bad voice- wait! What do they mean by some … oh my gosh!

I couldn’t believe I sang it. I slide over to the spot next to me and faked a happy smile. I’m sure I looked like I was doing it wrong. I watched and waited patiently not knowing what was going on. Harry sang a sentence, and he passed it on to Zayn.

Wow, he is a show off. But, very nice voice.

Then, Niall stepped up and took over. He delivered very well.

Before I knew it, we were back to the chorus where we all sang and I knew this part for some reason.

“And girl,” Zayn sang after the chorus and Harry’s sentence, “You and I. We’re about to make some memories tonight.” He held his note, and all of a sudden. I knew the next part.

I held up the microphone up to my mouth. Nervous slapped me in the face.

“I wanna live while we’re young. We want to live while we’re young,” I sang in this foreign voice. I felt my voice wave a bit because I didn’t take a good breath in.

I was a little shaken up, but I glanced around at the lads. They were smiling and singing. Confidence came back as I continued to sing in the chorus and actually I started to walk around a bit. And then, Zayn ended the song with his last line.

However, I was still walking around acting like I knew what I was doing. Harry grabbed my shirt bring me to the front of the stage with the other guys. Tons, no thousands of girls screamed, yelled, hollered, and jumped up and down with joy.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. They enjoyed it. The girls liked the song … a song about sex! Goodness, what has the world come to! I chuckled under my breath, not believing this.

“Take a bow,” the interviewer yelled out.

Following everyone else’s action, I bowed along with them. I had my arms around Harry and Liam’s back. The fans kept on screaming, if not louder than before. Something in the pit of my stomach stirred up. A smile appeared my lips; even if the song was about sex … I couldn’t help but feel happy. They loved us. They really loved us. Wow, Louis was really famous. This was unbelievable. He has the life … I wonder what he is doing right now … oh goodness. I’m definitely going to call him soon. Very soon.

Notes

Oh goodness. Forgive me! I haven't written in two months! And I have started college, where it feels like I have homework all the time. It's crazy, but it really good ... if that makes any sense. I like learning but I don't like doing homework. Ha-ha.

But, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I know I probably made small mistakes, which I will edit tomorrow after school. And I hope the chapter being long makes up for the fact I took forever to write. I'm sorry again.

Oh! Shout out to LovingLife and Waiting for commenting! I'm so glad you are enjoying this story! xD

Also, I want to thank everyone for voting, subscribing, and reading! Thank you so much.

P.S. I really hope Louis is okay. He got injured in a football for charity and apparently people have been saying he was getting booed by the entire stadium. So, he was feeling a lot of pressure and nervous and then he got sick. I'm really hope he will be okay. :)