Chapter 7 Change of Plans

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Julia's POV

"What movie do you want to watch?" Luke asks.

"Wanna watch a horror movie?" Harry suggests.

I personally hate horror movies, but I shrug anyway.

"Horror movie it is." Luke says in an evil tone.

He puts in Halloween.

We all sit in the dark in the tiny TV room, waiting in suspense.

All of a sudden, Michael Meyers kills somebody and we all screech, Louis being the loudest.

I hate horror films.

I grasp Calum's arm, scared of everything that's gonna happen next. He seems equally scared though.

Finally, the movies over and One Direction has to leave.

We hug them goodbye as they run to their tour bus.

"Bedtime?" Michael yawns.

We all yawn, which signals a yes.

I get changed into my pajama's and drift off the sleep with ease.

•••••••

I awake to the smell of French Toast and bacon.

I stroll to the kitchen, to find Calum making breakfast.

"Hey babe! Sit down! Eat my delicious creation." He says.

Mm, this French toast is good. Wow.

"Calum, it's amazingly delicious. Wow. That's really good."

He looks really proud.

"Concert tonight." Luke announces.

Everybody seems quite happy about it.

"We have a surprise for you and Bea." Ashton says.

"What is it?" Bea and I say in unison.

"Your very own...5SOS SWEATSHIRT!" Luke says, revealing purple, and black sweatshirts.

They had little diamond thingies on them, forming the word '5SOS'.

"Guys it's beautiful." I say, hugging them each.

I pull it over my head. It fits perfectly.

"I love it." I mutter.

"Let's take a group picture!" Michael suggests.

Luke holds out the camera in selfie position and snaps the picture.

"Lovely memories." Bea sings.

I'll always remember that moment.

••••••••

A thousand screaming girls are at the huge concert.

Bea and I sit in the Pit cheering on our boys who are happily playing up on the stage.

They've gotten more comfortable performing. It's really nice to see them play and be so happy.

We decide to leave after they're done performing. They're pumped when they exit the stage.

Back on the tour bus the boys mention going out to eat to celebrate.

"Cool, where you wanna go?" Bea asks.

"Uh, I think the boys and I are just gonna go out."

Bea and I exchange awkward looks.

"What are we supposed to do?" I question.

"Stay here and hang out. Bye!" And with that, they leave.

"That was mean." Bea scoffs.

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