"So, why were you in such a rush to get away from the concert? Were we that bad?" Harry joked. I laughed a little.

"No, I am kind of really late for something. So late that I actually missed it…" Wow. When I said it out loud, it sounded much worse than it felt. I am such a bad daughter.

He chuckled. "So where are we headed?" Louis piped up from the front seat.

"34 Greenville Drive" I replied, for the second time.

"Ahhh…." He paused for a second. "Where is that?"

To be honest, I actually had no idea. I was totally lost, everything looked unfamiliar and nowhere near my house. I hadn't paid attention to the drive with the cabbie, and now I was regretting it. "I guess if you go to the place where you performed, I could get home from there." I hope.

Ass Back Home started to play on the radio and I thought, 'coincidence?' it was like the radio presenter was trying to tell me something – get, home, right now. The funny thing is, I really like this song and I know the entire rap. I started to say it out loud, I didn't even realise I was doing it. I was staring out the window, reciting the song and when I looked back over to Harry, who had become silent. He was staring at me weirdly.

I cleared my throat. "Um… what?" he blinked a few times before shaking his head.

"Nothing, just you're really good at rapping." Louis nodded.

"Not really… I just know the words…" it was true. It's just because I know it so well, it was like walking home from school – I could do it with my eyes closed.

"If that was all there is to rapping, everyone could do it!" Louis replied. I didn't know that to say to that, he was right. People are always saying that rapping people are extremely talented. Maybe I have discovered my 'natural' talent. Not like dancing, I have to work so hard to try and be good. I am so envious of the other girls at my dance school who just understand how to do things and can do them within hours of learning it. I have to practise for days, weeks and sometimes months at a time to just even get it a tiny bit right. To get it perfect, I don't sleep.

Sometimes I don't sleep, I just can't. I mean I try but there's this little voice in my mind saying, "you nearly had it… just keep going… you're in the zone." Then before I know it, pumping music is in my ears and I am looking at the clock, reading 3.30 and feel so wide awake and energized. Because I have completed the step. It's an amazing feeling. It also shows that I truly love the sport – otherwise I wouldn't try as much.

I guess I know 'Ass Back Home' well because it reminds me of my dad. He is currently in Africa, working on 'Project Smile,' which helps kids with deformed mouths and lips. I know that what he is doing is a good thing, but he has been gone for around 7 months now. Only 5 to go. Then he will be back home, and I can spend as much time with him that I want. I only get to talk to him once a month, because there is bad reception in Africa.

"Not meaning to seem rude…" Louis trails off, "but how old are you?"

"Turning 16 in 2 months." I bite my lip. My sweet sixteen. An age that totally sounds older than 15, because you are a true 'teen.' My dad won't be here with me, that was hard when I worked it out. I know he feels guilty too, but that doesn't make it hurt any less.

"Oh cool, our Harry here is 16 now. YOU GUYS ARE THE SAME AGE!" I laugh. Louis was so confident, but I was a little confined. Held back. I didn't let people in easily or until I really got to know them, I wasn't comfortable around them. Like now, I felt all weird. Harry was grinning at me, obviously aware of my uncomfortableness. ( is that even a word?)

"You having a party? I didn't, I can never be bothered, so much mess to clean up…"

"Yeah I'm having a party, you guys should come." I really was just saying that to be nice.

"Cool, yeah we'll defiantly be there. I love a good party!" Louis replied. "Give Harry your number so he can call you, I always lose my phone and I'm never bothered to charge it or get credit."

I take my pen out of my bag and signal for Harry to pass me his arm. Instead, he undoes his seatbelt and jumps in the seat beside me. "I meant your arm!" I said whilst laughing.

"Oh… That would make more sense." He just passes me his arm and doesn't move back, probably because we aren't at a red light like we were before. I hold his arm and write my number, 167-894-105.

"There ya go." I reply.

"Thanks," he replies and scoots back over, making me relax a little.

"Okay, we are here at the concert hall…" Shit. I have no idea how to get home from here. He parks and turns around to me, expecting me to begin with the directions.

"Heh. Um…" I smile at him sheepishly. His face turns into a wide grin.

"You have no idea how to get out of here, do you Madie?" So Harry told him my name.

"Not exactly…" I furrow my eyebrows, thinking hard. Campbell drove me here, and I was too into our conversation to pay attention to the road.

"Okay, HAND ME THE MAP HARRY!" he yells jokingly.

"HERE IT IS SIR!" Harry says, playing along. I was feeling a bit better; at least he wasn't pissed at me. Argh, mum.

"Hm… So the buried treasure is… Here." He says, pointing to a dot on the map. "So we turn left here… Mmmhmm…. OH! I know where it is! To the house!" I breathe a sigh of relief. I'll be home soon!

20 minutes later, we pull into my driveway. Not to be up myself, but my house is really nice, not too big or small. It's cosily-roomy. That's what we call it.

"Thank-you so much! You're a life-saver! I owe you!" I jumped out of the car and waved good-bye to Harry and Louis. When they drove off, Harry screamed out, "GOODBYE MADIE!" I smiled. They seemed really nice, but right now, I was literally peeing my pants. I turned and faced my doom, ready for whatever mum was throwing my way. Just breathe.