Papillon - HS

Chapter 31

We have arrived in Chicago.

God, I am so excited.

Niall and Lou are pumped for our little going out adventure.

We have made a plan for our little night out. Right after their concert, we will have dinner with the crew and buy some liquor. At the hotel, we (mostly me) will get ready together and pre game at one of our rooms. Liam and Zayn will be joining the pre game but said they were too tired to actually go out. Harry is not invited, of course.

I was so ready to go out. My idea is to look really hot, get really drunk, and makeout with an equally drunk and very hot man. Who? I have no idea! But I cannot wait to find out.

I tried my hardest to avoid Harry and was very successful. I walked the venue cautiously and even had sunglasses and earphones on. This was in case I actually see him, giving me the perfect excuse to pretend not to see or listen to him and continue with my day without having a jerk ruining it.

I honestly think Harry is avoiding me as much as I am avoiding him. He either got the message I don't want to speak to him or is mad at me for some reason. Which makes no sense, because he is the one who actually fucked up. But oh well, men!

The concert felt like an eternity. It was the same setlist, same length but my desire to get absolutely shitfaced was making me as impatient as those kids who are told they cannot eat their marshmallow until mommy comes back. I took pictures, videos, asked fans questions. I wrote down notes about the atmosphere and the venue. The fans were so sweet and a few handed me little thank you notes for giving them a space to speak about their love for the band.

I have no idea how I got so lucky to get this job. Ignoring my shattering heartbreak, this has been one hell of a ride and I am so incredibly proud of what I have achieved and beyond happy for everything I have been able to experience. These boys are too silly but the kindest souls I have stumbled upon. All but one, of course, but he can go fuck himself.

Last 15 minutes of the concert and I was back on my room and the adrenaline was so high I managed to write the blog, edit the photos, make the video montage, and even make some graphics for the previous concerts and the couple next ones. That is not even my job but I was riled up!

Concert ended and I heard one knock before the door opened. I jumped from my seat and ran to the door.

"Bumblebee," Niall mused and I jumped into his arms.

"Oh wow, you're so sweaty" I said and laughed as he hugged me tighter.

I stepped back and grabbed my bag and stuff, ready to leave. Actually, eager to leave.

"I was watching you from the stage and could see the patience leaving your body" Niall said as he laughed at me. I just showed him my tongue and closed the door behind us.

"I am sorry! I just am in desperate need to drink and be a whore tonight," I said excitedly.

All happiness left my body when I heard a whew from behind me and I immediately knew who it was. My luck had run out and Mr. Styles had heard me and had rolled his eyes, speeding his steps to get away from me. (I SHOULD BE GETTING AWAY FROM HIM!)

Pendejo, I muttered under my breath.

"Now, bee, don't let curly boy over there ruin your night before it even starts," he said as he laid his arm on my shoulders. I sighed.

"You should drop the singer career and become a motivational speaker" I said and he pinched my sides in defense. I laughed loudly. "I mean it, every word that leaves your mouth is so incredibly true."