Crossroads of Life

Chapter 17

Bailey’s POV:

We arrived in Ireland at the Dublin airport, where we were greeted by Niall’s family. Arrivals were fucking crazy, millions of teenage boys and girls were being held back by the airport’s security team. We somehow made it through baggage claim, collecting all of the green stickered equipment boxes and loading them into the vans.

After we had everything packed up, we sent it to the O2 Arena so that we could set up later in the day. I went back to join the other boys, Liam helping me lift my pink bags off the carousel.

The entire crew checked into a hotel, sharing rooms accordingly. Liam, Niall, and I somehow got stuck sharing a two bedroom suite; Zayn, Harry, and Louis doing the same. Before I got a chance to bring my suitcase to my room, I got a call from Paul, saying he needed me at the arena asap.

“Yeah, okay I’m on my way,” I said back into the receiver. Liam was standing next to me as we waited in the hotel lobby. He overheard my conversation and looked at me.

“What is it?” He asked, seeing the concern on my face.

“Paul needs me at the arena. Tell Macy I’m taking one of the vans,” I said, pulling my bag over my shoulder and the hood of my sweatshirt over my head.

“Here, I’ll have Niall help take this to the room,” Liam said, bending down and taking the handle of my suitcase out of my hand.

“Thanks Liam,” I yelled, walking toward the exit of the hotel. The second I walked through the revolving doors, the sound of screaming filled my ears. I was actually beginning to become accustomed to the ringing inside my head.

I pushed my way around the back of the hotel, where I grabbed the keys from Preston and hopped into one of the grey vans. I started the engine and put my seatbelt on, still a little unfamiliar with the steering wheel being on the right side.

I rolled down the pavement, out of the parking lot and towards the O2, hoping this wasn’t going to take long. I craved a nice hot shower after the plane right and if this took hours, there was no way I’d be getting one before the boys and I went out (Niall promised us some ‘quality Irish drinkin’ and good ole’ time with the lads’).

It turned out we were missing some equipment and there was a problem setting up the overhead lighting. I had to crawl up and screw in some light bulbs after attaching a bunch of cords to the upper outlet.

It ended up taking a total of 4 hours and by the time I got back to the hotel, it was 9pm. I slipped the key in the lock and watch as a green light flashed on the handle. I shoved the door open and found myself standing in a dimly lit hotel room.

“Bailey?” I heard Liam’s voice call from the bathroom.

“Yep,” I replied, throwing my bag onto the chair in the corner of the room and flopping onto the nearest bed, face down.

“Oh okay, just making sure it was you,” he said, coming out of the bathroom. “Long day?” Liam laughed, spotting me laying face down on the mattress.

“Yeah, I just need a nice shower. Where are the other guys?” I asked, lifting my head up so that my words weren’t muffled by the comforter.

“They left. Couldn’t wait to get out to the club,” Liam smiled.

“Without me?” I pouted, no doubt they did this on purpose; they’d all been telling me constantly that I needed to rest. But I felt fine. Niall probably agreed the most, not wanting to be around my drunk. “Why didn’t you go?” I asked, sitting up criss-cross on the bed.

“Didn’t feel like it, I told the lads I didn’t feel well,” Liam shrugged, jumping up and taking a seat on the bed next to me while turning on the TV.