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𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝖤𝗑𝗂𝗍

To, Mum
From, Lia

⤷ Mum, joined a boyband today !! Although it's not a boyband anymore considering i'm not a boy :/

⤷ I'll be at the boutique late. Don't stay up, love you ♥

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OPHELIA HAD WOKEN UP THAT MORNING TO the incessant sound of her alarm going off. Groaning she turned it off, slipping her sleeping mask off, rubbing her eyes to force herself awake. Sunlight poured into her room through the curtains which were wide open as a result of forgetting to close them yesterday.

She laid in bed for a while, thinking over the events that happened yesterday. Her bright eyes burned into the tall ceiling of her bedroom as she ran over her schedule in her mind. A lot had happened in the last twenty four hours and she felt suffocated with all the change, needing the next ten minutes or so to overthink and overanalyse.

Saturdays would usually count as her rest days where she'd spend her time rewatching romcoms or old cartoon shows; rotting in bed with a load of sweet treats for her sweet tooth and usually her mother. Unfortunately, she couldn't do any of that today as Simon had booked the studio for her and the boys, to see how well her voice fit with the rest of theirs. A practice recording session, which probably should've happened before they announced she was joining One Direction.

She took her hair out of the braids she slept in yesterday and left it down to flow in soft blonde waves. Going to the bathroom and doing necessities before starting on her makeup which she kept light.

Opening her window, she quickly stuck her hand out to feel the temperature and wasn't surprised when a decent breeze entered, considering it had rained last night.
Walking into her wardrobe she spent about twenty minutes looking for a suitable outfit; which consisted of a cream Ralph Lauren cable knit jumper and a black skirt painted with small white stripes. She added black tights and picked out a pair of black Versace platforms to carry downstairs from her shoe collection. Ophelia's favourite part of her wardrobe of course.

She grabbed a small black bag and put on a few golden rings and a small diamond necklace which wasn't visible as it was underneath the jumper; before going downstairs where she saw her mum looking inside the fridge. "Heya mum,"

"Morning sweetie. Sleep well?" She questioned, to which she nodded already making her way towards the coffee machine to make herself a large cup of coffee. To say she was addicted was a slight understatement. "Nothing to eat ─ should've gone shopping... Hey! Let's go out of breakfast. You've got a long day today anyway and so do I unfortunately." The brunette suggested making her way to her daughter, taking a sip out of her mug.

"Sure let's go," placing a chaste kiss on her mother's cheek and quickly drinking the last of her coffee, placing it in the sink before putting on her shoes, her mother right behind her.

"So, pancakes or waffles?" Lily asked walking towards her car.

"Pancakes day definitely." responding quickly, grateful she chose a somewhat thick jumper as the cold air hit her. For April, it definitely didn't feel like it was getting warmer. "And coffee's a must,"

Her mother scoffed, both of them doing up their seatbelts ready to find a good place to eat. "Obviously. Do you take me for an amateur?" causing the blonde to let out a soft laugh, knowing that without her mother she probably wouldn't be as obsessed with the heavenly beverage.

"Oh! And milkshakes!"

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"Are you nervous?"

"Deathly terrified."

"I've never done this in an actual room full of people. What if they decide that they were wrong and my voice doesn't go with any of yours at all. I mean you've already announced it so what happens if I fuck up really badly? My whole career will be over, and it's barely even started! How can you have that much trust in someone? It's insane! You should've─"

"Okay, pinkie pie! Stop stressin' so much. It's making me nervous,"

"Sorry!" Ophelia countered, not really feeling sorry at all. After taking a deep breath, she looked at all of the boys who had their eyebrows raised as a silent "are you okay?". She wasn't used to all of the concern, especially from people around her age and she didn't know if it made her feel uncomfortable or grateful. Although a part of her mind knew that she'd be lying if she didn't think the latter.

"You ready?" Zayn asked softly.

Ophelia simply nodded, not wanting to waste any more of their time or hers by overthinking something she quite literally had no choice over. Especially after the paparazzi fiasco, which made her think she should've put more effort into her appearance. The six of them walked down the long hallways, eventually finding the room they were supposed to be in.

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Ophelia was currently sitting on one side of the glass with the other five boys scattered around her, all of them forming a circle. Headphones were attached to all of their heads with a mic standing tall in front of each of them. All sorts of things from instruments to loose papers lay around the room, although the blonde girls eyes were focused on the grand piano in the corner of the room.

As the boys conversed loudly, Harry, who was sat next to her followed her eyes and decided that if she was going to be spending a lot of time with them then he should make an effort to talk to her.

"Do you play?" gesturing towards the piano, snapping the girl out of her thoughts when she realised he was talking to her.

"Yeah, probably my favourite thing to play. My dad taught me." Responding to him with a smile on her face, trying her best to keep the conversation going. "What about you? Anything?"

"Nah not that arsed, Niall usually does that. He plays guitar," rocking his chair back and forth to ease some boredom.

"Damn right blondie," Ophelia heard the Irish boy pipe up from opposite her.

"I watched a few of your guys' auditions, you sound really good together as a band," she harmlessly complimented, bringing a smile to all their faces.

"Anyone else confused why they'd add a girl to the band? Especially so randomly?" Zayn asked. A question they clearly all wanted answered. "no offence," he added quickly.

Raising her eyebrows slightly, a small smile tugged on the corners of her rouge gloss painted lips. "Thinking of kicking me out already?"

Harry shook his head at the question, smugly responding, "Think we'll use you for fame for a few months and once we're all famous, we'll kick you out,"

"You are famous!"

"Yeah but if the paps out there weren't so focused on taking your picture, they'd be all over us!"

Ophelia laughed loudly, reaching for the fluffy pillow resting behind her on the spare chair and aiming it towards the curly haired boy although completely missing due to her terrible aim, making it hit Louis who was sat next to to him.

"Nice aim!" he complimented sarcastically, throwing the pillow back in the blonde girls direction, hitting her directly in the face and messing up parts of her hair.

"Piss off!"

Just as she was about to throw it back they were interrupted by a knocking from behind the glass wall the six of them were currently in.

"Ready Ophelia?" Trying to fix her hair, the girl simply nodded in response, although not entirely if she meant it.

"We can run down one of your songs you've written yeah? As a solo first," one of the many producers behind the glass spoke, his voice coming through the headphones she was wearing. "How about that one you performed once, 'in between', weren't it? Unless you've written something else you think is worth playing?" He suggested, his tone of voice serious though still understanding.

"In between is fine." Ophelia simply responded, not completely ready to share songs from her journal just yet. To her they were extremely personal and maybe a few of them would've gone on her solo album, but not any for an upcoming album for One Direction if they did one.

"Okay state your name, age and a few things about yourself please."

Caught off guard, Ophelia wracked her brain to think of something because her brain had gone blank. "Um, hi? I'm Ophelia Everson, I just turned seventeen a few weeks ago, umm─" she started panicking when he moved his arm in a keep going motion.

"─ I love Valentino, I can make paper rings and I love romcoms but I hate horror movies. I like going to concerts and shopping.  I want my drivers license but I don't know anything about cars. I'm a cat person. My favourite colour is pink, I tend to overshare sometimes, like now, except you aren't telling me to stop, and ─ and how much do you need to know?!"

She released a deep breath after talking, not stopping as the producer kept urging her speak. She could hear the boys laughing around her and eventually the songwriters behind the glass. "That'll do, I just needed to keep you talking for a bit. Now show me your talent."

Feeling her heartbeat increase, Ophelia pushed her neves aside and began to sing as the track started playing into her headphones.

"I just can't come between 'em they got their own thing. I wish he'd stop pretending he won't let his phone ring for more than a couple seconds, oh i think maybe two..."

━━━━━ authors notes !!
this chapter took so long to write i literally had no motivation for it i was getting pissed and i actually hate it so much it's so ew i'm sorry you had to wait so long for this shit 😭 felt so rushed and i honestly couldn't think of anything to write idk ☹️ and also i lied bc there is no specific scene i love i decided to add it to a later chapter 🤗🤗

also harry being 30??? bye i was born in the wrong era

fav 1d album?

AND OMG?? THANK U FOR 1k MWAH MWAH i love all of you so much thank you thank you thank youuu 🫶🫶

— love, ry !