I clambered through the door, hapily feeling a netrual air hit my face, making me shed off my jacket. I gladly moved across the roof and sit in my normal spot, watching the city as I took a fag out of my jacket pocket, lighting it up with my One Direction lighter. I smiled slightly at our younger faces. The boys had bought it for me, thinking that if everytime I went to smoke that I saw their face I would be determined to stop, it had worked for a while. But after a while I needed the nicotine to calm down from the crazy life style we all lead.
We all have our methods of coping.
Liam would just watch a movie or talk to Danielle, get his mind off of reality.
Niall would act like a hormonoial teenage girl and eat ice cream and watch funny movies.
Harry did it in a horrible way too, he would actually go out and read the stories they posted.
Louis would make even more jokes and get us to play some board or video game.
But to them, mine was the worst, which I have to agree.
I took a deep breath before taking a long drag of my ciggerette, gladly exhaling as the stress seemed to escape my mouth with the smoke, drifting off into the almost non exsistant wind. I sat there like that a while, my mind wandering to every topic from my sisters to where we are going next.
I stopped a little as my mind wandered to Ariel, she seemed different. I could tell something is wrong with her past, I mean Liam took specific measures to tell us to leave her alone at our sound check. I coulldn't help but admire her body as she danced today, a smooth way she moved made me wonder how long she has danced.
My thoughts traveled to the possibilities of what could of happened in the past. But, I was pulled out of my head as I was taking a drag from some one flopping down next to me. I glanded over to a head of dark choclate hair, a small smile growing on my face.
"What brings you to my office?"
"Needed to get away, anyway I could have a little?" She asked, motioning to my ciggerette. I looked deeply into her eyes and saw a little desperation in here eyes, one I saw in myself sometimes. so, slowly, I handed the small piece of tobacco to her. She took it and stared at it before bring it to her lips, taking a small breath she let it out before handing it back to me. She shook her head.
"How long since your last one?"
"I stopped three years ago, I have a drag every once in a while and only a little. Because of all the dancing I do it is important to have good lungs, so Danielle helped me quit," her soft voice sounded sad as something flashed in her eyes. "Just don't let me do it again, I need to keep healthy."
I nodded and looked at the city, a nice silince filling the air around us.
I know one thing, I will find out what happened to Ariel before tour was over.
