Illusion

Part One ~ Chapter 4: Fireproof

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I think I'm gonna win this time,

Riding on the wind and I won't give up

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8:00 am.

The alarm on my mobile goes off, waking me up. I stop it and turn around, eventually getting up and walking to the bathroom, letting the water in the shower run.

I go back to the room yawning and open the folder on the desk: Interview, Press Conference, Lunch, Shooting of a commercial and Fitting for tomorrow's shooting.

We don't have any show today, but in the past weeks I've learnt that the days where there isn't a concert are worse that the ones there is.

I pick up the room's phone and order some breakfast, then I take a shower and put on a pair of dark jeans and a loose t-shirt.

There's a knock on the door and I walk to it, opening it.

"Morning, Elisabeth" Mrs. Timpson says walking in, "I can see you've ordered breakfast" she says looking at the tray someone from the hotel stuff brought in a couple of minutes ago; "Have you read today's schedule?"

"I have. Twice" I add taking a bite of the toast, "Would you like some tea?" I offer.

"No, thank you; I have just finished mine"

"Will you be needing me to escort the guys today?" I ask taking a sip of my cup.

"Yes, please"

I nod. I've been their bodyguard ever since the tour started.

"All right, we leave to the shooting in 10 minutes"

"Mrs. Timpson, I believe the shooting is after lunch; it's the interview we have now"

"Well, you have read the schedule" she smiles to herself ,"I'll see you in 10 minutes in the lobby"

As soon as the door closes, I sigh. Mrs. Timpson has been doing that since day one. I guess she's expecting me to fail on something but I have everything under control.

Another knock on the door brings my mind back to the hotel room. I shake my head and walk to it.

"Hey" a boy smiles to me, "We're going down, you comin?"

"Sure, let me get my jacket and I'll be with you in two"

I grab my leather jacket from one of the room's chairs and follow Niall outside the room.

The Irish member has been keeping an eye on me for the last few weeks. He's always trying to make sure I'm okay, asking me if I need anything... But in a brotherly way.

"Well, the lads have always treated me like the little one so I'm glad now I've got someone to look after to" he said to me some days ago.

He knows I don't need protection since I am the one working to protect them, but he feels important taking care of me and I enjoy someone worried about me. Although he is not the only one who worries.

"Mornin" Zayn greets us in the elevator, "What's today?"

"One of your busiest days" I answer turning to him, "Interview, press conference, shooting and fitting"

"I think I'm gonna go back to bed" he jokes scratching his chin.

Zayn is the one who has surprised me the most.