Papillon - HS

Chapter 27

I never thought being on tour would get unbearable. I was trying my hardest to enjoy this experience but a black cloud kept following me and its annoying voice kept ringing in my ears. Harry went from being a jerk to full on ignoring me, so that's fun! I spent the whole morning in my room, Niall brought me food and ate his breakfast with me.

We all collectively decided to avoid being around Harry and Mia. I honestly thought the guys were doing it out of solidarity for me but everyone seemed to hate her. Even Greg and Michael turned the other way whenever they saw her near. Plus her voice could be heard from a mile away so it was really easy to avoid her at all costs.

Zayn kept checking up on me after yesterday. He really saved me, made me feel so special. I know I mostly spend my time with Ni and Lou but just having me support me was enough to show me he was a true friend. He really seemed to understand how I wanted some time away from the whole situation. To be honest, the day off really helped him be distracted for a bit as well. He didn't have to tell me for me to realize that any drama alone makes him a little anxious.

He was not directly dealing with the whole Harry, Mia and I dilemma but I could still see that it pained him how a once, perfectly united group of friends suddenly got divided due to unnecessary drama. Honestly, life would have gone perfect if it wasn't for her. She really had to go ahead and ruin it all.

 I shook my head in an attempt to erase those thoughts. I don't want to keep on dwelling on her and Harry. I should really try to do my job in the best way. I had to be really focused since I needed to write a blogpost today. I just hope my feelings and this particular circumstance does not tint my thoughts or words because I know the fans will dissect every coma, notice any change in tone, analyze the mood, and come to conclusions. The moment they start theorizing on social media, this thing will blow up into a bigger problem. Media outlets would write about it, I would look like the enamoured fanatic and Harry like the heartbreaker. Which, he is, but no one needs to know my personal problems.

Zayn and I would be driving to the venue on our own. He apparently requested that for himself, saying he was feeling a little anxious and asked if I could join him. I wonder if Michael knows that something is going on because that's the second day Zayn and I separate from the group to be on our own. Oh no...I hope Michael doesn't think there's a thing between us. 

Anyways, the guys left about an hour and a half before we did. They left pretty early too, about two hours before they normally leave. I wonder if they have any interview or something they have to do that made them leave so early. It's either that or Michael was just sick that they were always about to be late for their own show. These guys are little kids, they always get distracted and are running around instead of doing their job.

I was finishing up my mascara when I heard three knocks on the door. I placed the wand in the container and left to open the door.

"You ready?" Zayn asked.

I smiled, "almost, give me two minutes." 

I opened the door and let him in, he sat at the little table and inspected my camera. I went back to the bathroom and finished the mascara coat I was applying. 

"Any trouble sleeping last night?" Z asked, a sense of caution in his voice.

"Nope, not at all," I said, looking back at him from the reflection in the bathroom mirror. He smiled at me and nodded. 

I grabbed my gloss, applied it and closed the bathroom door. 

"I'm ready now," I said, grabbing my purse and camera. I had already packed everything I needed. I had taken my journal in case any inspiration stroke before the show starts.