Reagan's POV
*At the interview*
"We have a question for Reagan." The interview lady says, taking me out of my daydream.
"Okay." I sign while Jack translates.
"Do you like any of the boys?" She ask with a smirk.
Ugh.
"No! I barely know them." I sign.
"Oh, really?" She asks, annoyance in her shows in her eyes, but doesn't let it show on her face.
Rude much.
"Yes, really!" I sign, getting annoyed myself.
"Well, that all we have time for today! See you guys next week. We will have Katy Perry with us. Goodbye, London!" She exclaims, waving to the camera.
"And, we're off! Good job, guys." A worker behind the camera says.
Finally, I can leave. I get up and go back stage.
"Hey, Reagan! We're leaving in a few minutes to go to Manchester." Landon says, jumping onto my back.
I smile and nod. I start towards the bus and run up the stairs, past the kitchen. I go into the living room and sit down on the couch, squishing Landon into the upholstery but not enough to suffocate him. He laughs and tries to squirm out from behind me.
"Rae, let me out! DAD! SOMEONE! HELP!" He yells.
I laugh. Everyone comes rushing in, looking around to see who was yelling.
"Who was that?" Foster says.
I shrug and turn on the TV, pretending that Landon wasn't behind me.
"It's me, you bloody idiot!" Landon squeaks.
Foster looks at me questionably.
"What was that?" Dad asks.
I shrug again and smile.
"It was me! Help!" Landon says, raising his voice.
"Reagan, let your brother go." Dad says, pointing a finger at me.
"Fine!" I sign dramatically.
I stand up and let Landon go.
"Finally! I thought I was going to die back there." He says hugging dad dramatically.
I roll my eyes.
"You know if you do that enough they will get stuck like that." Zane says sitting down on the couch with a bag of crisps.
"Is everybody on?" Samson yells.
"2...6...11. Yeah, we are all here!" Dad yells back.
"OK, we're off to Manchester!" Samson yells.
We all cheer.
* * * *
*12:28am*
I can't sleep.
I get up out of my bunk and into the kitchen. I make myself some Yorkshire Tea and go into the living room. I go and sit on the couch and pull my legs under me.
I sit there sipping my tea thinking about how am I going to survive this trip. I'm knocked out of my thoughts as my younger brother comes through the door.
"What are you doing up?" I ask/sign.
He shrugs and sits next to me.
"I'm usually up at this time. I'm more of a night person." Zane says.
I nod.
"Me, too." I sign.
He reaches back and pulls out a beat-up, old photo album.
"What to look at it with me?" He asks.
I nod again.
He opens it and I see my grandparents from my dad's side. I smile. We keep moving from picture of my parents on their wedding day, when me and Foster were born, when Zane was born, when Drew and Landon was born, everything. I miss those days. I wonder when we're going to see the rest of the family again. I wonder if we tried that we could get along with One Direction.
'What am I thinking? Getting along? It must be the tea talking' I yawn and feel my eyelids get heavy.
"I'm tired. Goodnight, Zee." I say, getting up and putting my cup in the sink.
I walk into the bunk hall and lay down. I check the time, '1:57am'.
Wow. I put my phone away and close my eyes. I fall asleep.
*Dream*
"How are we going to make this work?" His voice asks.
All I can see is his brown hair and his dark silhouette.
"I don't know, but all I know is that I love you." I say leaning in to kiss him.
"I love you, too." He says, a few centimeters away.
Our noses touch. He pulls away.
"You need to wake up, Reagan."
"Why?" I ask confused.
"Wake up, Reagan."
*Dream End*
My eyes open immediately. Louise is looking at me with curious and worried eyes.
What was I just dreaming about?
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Sorry for the crappy chapter, but I got writers block. I can't believe that I have it this early in the story. Hope you guys liked it cause I hated it.
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