Harry's Point of view:
I sat with the boys in our black, spacious van staring tiredly out of the clouded window. We had just finished a show and we were all tired and ready to drop at any second. I watched the scenery fly by passing quickly as we sped along the highway, turing sharpley, making our way back to the hotel. Zayn was passed out in the middle, leaning on Niall who was scrolling through twitter, favoriting tweets probabbly, I could see his screen reflecting on the car's passenger window. I loved that rush you get after performing live, thinking about how you just sang your damn heart out and every second being worth it. We had all gotten used to the busy lifestyle, traveling non stop, recording as much as possible and some of us fitting in relationships. I wasn't in one at the moment and not sure if I wanted to anyways.
We pulled up to a red light and I continued to stare monotonisouly out the window. Just then, a figure caught my eye. Tall, skinny, gorgeus girl with long, flaxen hair reaching past her shoulders I guessed. She was walking alone down the street holding a to go cup in one hand and a camera in the other, stopping frequently to photograph little things that I couldn't quite make out.
"Boys, we're here" Niall said snapping me out of my trance and slightly awakening Zayn. I sat up and gathered my sweatshirt and phone still wondering about that strangely captavating girl, and hoping that I would see her again.
"Harry!!" I jumped as the boys, now standing annoyed outside of the van yelled at me.
"You've been spaced out for ages mate, are you okay?" asked Liam.
"What? Oh, yeah I'm fine, sorry" I said faintley as I headed out of the van and towards the long awaited hotel.
