Managing... Just... a One Direction Fan fiction

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We all arrived late. Even Paul. Turns out even our manger oversleeps. Today, we sit a room, sign copys of Take Me Home, tweet and Liam has to do a radio interview. A pretty chilled out day, perfect for nursing a hangover. I walked alone through the reception and up the stairs. I pulled open the door to find a pale looking Louis, Harry who was sipping at a glass of water and Zayn doodling on a spare piece of paper.

“Hey” I smiled, taking off my coat and throwing it on the table, taking a seat next to Zayn. He was doodling Perrie. Her name was scribbled in the corners of the paper in various fonts and he was working on her face, taking detail to her eyes. his face was frowned in concentration, he didn’t even notice I sat next to him.

Gradually, everyone started to arrive. Liam, Paul was next and our publicist. A delivery boy brought the copys of the album and a pizza delivery boy brought our pizza for us to munch on.

Eliza still wasn’t here.

Last nights happenings ran through my mind like it had just happened. Was she late because she had just woken up, or was she skiving because she didn’t want to see me, because of what happened.

“Niall” Harry said looking up from his phone.

“What?” I said taking my eyes off of the window I was staring out of, hoping to see Eliza walk up the road.

“What happened when you and Eliza went off last night? After you followed her, we didn’t see her. Roshni said when she went back last night, Eliza was sleeping like a baby” Harry questioned.

“We danced and then she went off to the bathroom. I didn’t see her again” I gulped. I wasn’t going to tell anyone about the kiss. Not one.

“Did you talk, or just dance?” He questioned once more, Liam had got off the phone by now, and was silently judging me. Almost daring me to spill my guts.

“Of course we talked” I scoffed “Just, chit chat”

“About what?” Liam asked.

“We just want to know whats happened to Eliza, don’t look so scared” Paul chuckled.

I chuckled back. “Just singing along with the song. What she was wearing, what I was wearing” I thought.

-Eliza’s POV-

I woke at 7:30 am and thought about last nights happenings.

I was extremely drunk, but not drunk enough not to remember. I remember dancing with Niall to Gangnam style, but then everything blacked out, and then I remember running back to the hotel and falling asleep after taking pain killers.

You don’t realise how much time it takes to deeply think like I was, but it takes an awful long time. 2 and a half hours to be exact. I was ment to be at work, 1 and a half hours ago. I jumped out of bed and pulled on a pair of skinny jeans, a pair of gladiator shoes, and floaty light blue shirt. I applied mascara and eyeliner, and slight foundation to hide my hang-over face, because no-body wants to see that. I quickly brushed my hair and my teeth at the same time. I notice a sticky not on the fridge.

Gone to the beach to work off the hang over. Hope you feel better than I do. I’ve got you booked for tomorrow, we are going shopping. I’ve asked Paul and he says its fine. don’t worry I have the key.

Roshni x x

I grabbed my phone and bag full of papers and folders for work and ran out of my room. Out of the hotel and down the road. It took about 20 minutes for me to run to the offices where we were based today, and 20 minutes running in the Australian heat, I was thankful of air conditioning like a lion in the desert, finding water.