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Harry was sitting in the bus, staring out of the window. He was very nervous for the camp he was going to attend. His mother had told him it was for the best and it might make his problem, as she called it, a bit better. Maybe he would even make some new friends. Harry wasn’t so sure about that, people just didn’t seem to like him. But these people all had the same problem, a small voice in his head said. Harry turned around to look at the other people on the bus, wondering how many of them were also wearing a diaper underneath their jeans.
‘yea it sucks! wish i ws playing footie with u!’ Niall pressed the send button but he actually wasn’t feeling that bad about the camp, he was even kind of excited about it. Not that he didn’t want to play football or didn’t miss his friends, of course he did. But there were definitely some good things to the camp apart from meeting new people, going canoeing and all the other things he was able to do there. Finally he was able to make friends that wouldn’t find it weird when he had to make a run for the loo.
Zayn was nervously chewing on his lip, absentmindedly skipping through the songs on his phone. When he heard his mom had signed him up for the camp, he had begged her for a full week to let him stay home. Of course that didn’t work and now he was stuck on a bus with at least another hundred boys, forced to sleep in the same room with three others for a month! He didn’t like the social interaction with strangers. Well, he didn’t like the social interaction with friends either, after they all dropped him when he wet his pants in school.
Louis was calmly reading a magazine, slouched in his chair as far as the seatbelt let him. He tried to look a bit bored like the other guys but it was difficult. It was just so exciting! He knew he was a bit different from the other guys but it didn’t matter, nobody could tell the difference anyways. Camp, why didn’t he think of that earlier? It actually was his mom’s idea, which was a bit embarrassing, but Louis didn’t complain. After all, it only took one forgotten pair of pissed boxers to get her to sign him up for the camp.
“Now let’s move on to the ninth group. This group is divided over three different cabins, but you all have the same mentor, me. So in cabin 9A will be Harry Styles, aged sixteen, Niall Horan, aged eighteen, Zayn Malik, aged nineteen and Louis Tomlinson, aged nineteen. Can you four raise your hand? Are your ages correct? Great! I’m Liam Payne, mentor of the ninth group. It is so nice to meet all of you!”