The Rise and Fall of Aspen Dawn

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The next morning, I got a text from Arthur.

Wanna go get dinner Wednesday night? I'll pick you up from the hotel. :)

I practically squealed with excitement. I didn't want to reply immediately, that would seem too desperate. I was just gonna make him wait an hour or so, so that it made me look busy. Even though I was just watching Parks and Recreation on Netflix until we had to go.

When I did reply, I accidentally sent the message before I finished it, why do I have to be such an idiot?

I would love to, but could you

I face palmed myself then I sent the rest of the message,

pick me up from work? Here's the address:

I gave him Niall's address, because technically that was my work. But after I sent it I felt like maybe I wasn't supposed to be giving out world famous boyband member's addresses, but I'm sure it was harmless. Maybe.

Anyways, today we had to tour Niall's house or something like that. I hadn't actually been to any other room beside the living room. Not even the bathroom because I was too embarrassed to ask where it was, so I just held it all day.

Niall answered the door in sweatpants and a tank top, I could see his nipple.

He let us in and then disappeared to go get Bobbie. Mr. Reynolds took my arm.

"So listen, I want you to spend the night tomorrow." My jaw dropped.

"What? Spend the night? Why!" Mr. Reynolds shushed me.

"You're the camera man, you have to get all the footage, and you and Niall seem to get along." I cut him off.

"No we don't! He doesn't want me here, please don't make me stay here." I whined. Mr. Reynolds sighed.

"We need it to be one on one, more personal, just you two." Again my jaw dropped.

"Just. Us. Two. No, no way, I won't do it." I started to walk away.

"If you don't do it, you're fired." I stopped and sighed.

"Fine." I groaned and stomped away to set up my camera. I don't care that I was acting like a five year old, it wasn't fair!

I was not looking forward to it.

When Niall came back, we started the tour.

He was a lot more into it today, all energetic and funny, I liked him better this way.

First he showed us his living room. There was a big T.V. and golf clubs and a bunch of fancy trophy's and records and stuff in a display case. I was pretty impressed.

"Hey, Niall, are these really all yours?" I asked, running the camera over the trophy case. He looked at the display case.

"Not just mine, all my band mates. We won them as a band." He picked one up and ran his thumb over it. The he set it back down. "Okay, anyways, follow me to my favorite room in the whole house." He said, and skipped away, I got it on film. We all went through a corridor and into this closed off room that I never would've found if he didn't lead us there.

Inside the walls were made of that foam stuff that you see in recording studios, and there were probably a thousand guitars hung up on the walls all the way up to the ceiling. Probably not a thousand, but a lot.

"Woah..." I breathed. There were gold records hung up as well. In the corner was a drum set, and a keyboard, and a mic. There were some sound boards and basically all the music equipment anyone could ever want.