Capturing Beauty

Ten

We spent another night in Cardiff after the second show there before everyone made their way to Vienna, Austria. I sat next to Frannie on the plane ride, surrounded by the numerous other crew members who had to make the journey in business class. I wasn't complaining though, being surrounded by awesome people who made me happier flying to Austria to work was my definition of a good life.

The boys, I found out later on, made a stop in London to say hello to their families and Niall tagged along with. That left the crew two days before the third concert back on the world wide tour.

Fran and I passed out when we got to the hotel, we literally dropped our bags at the door and laid on top of the bed and fell asleep before we could even get underneath the blankets. Jet lag is a stupid creation created by satan himself.

Sun peered through the old, dusty curtains early the next morning. Opening my eyes, I found Frannie laying over her comforter in the same position she was in last night, her snores ten times louder than necessary for this early hour.

Rolling onto the floor with a thud I was sure the people in the room directly below us would have woken up to, I searched for my bags amongst the open floor plan.

This room was almost the same as the one we shared in Cardiff, two queen beds with pure white comforters to match the walls and curtains with little golden accents adorned throughout.

Managing to find my bags, I pulled out my naked iPhone to find a bunch of notifications. This was becoming normal considering any photos I had been posting anywhere were of One Direction. I started posting one or two from every concert on my personal Instagram and Twitter; the fans seemed to love it because those ones were not posted in the photo stream.

Hannah was freaking out because I had yet to tell her anything about my adventure so far, what a friend I was, huh?

She sent me approximately 37 texts ranging from friendly 'hellos' to angry 'if you don't call/text me back i'll burn your cat'. The one thing that actually frightens me about her are her threats, so I made my way into the hallway plopping down against the wall directly next to my room and facetimed Hannah.

She picked up instantly, face overcome with joy and relief.

"I thought Harry kidnapped you in anger and refused to feed you." Yup, that was my best friend.

Laughing at her first words to me I responded, "actually that kind of happened."

"Explain."

I told her everything about the whole sushi thing and the castle--basically everything that happened between Harry and I in those first few days. It wasn't even a week since I had been on tour with them; it seemed like a hell of a longer time since I began this journey. When I told her about where we were now she dared me to pee on Mozarts grave, and me being me I could not go through with her dare.

Hannah couldn't believe so much could have happened in such little time; and frankly neither could I. Harry and I had already gone through hell and back; our relationfriendship drifting on an open sea, storms and heavy currents leaving their mark as needed.

She started telling me about the party she crashed Tommy throwing on Saturday. That kid could make friends anywhere he went, I swear. He was only in LA for a week and threw a kick ass party--all I did in a week there was buy groceries and eat ice cream with Ziggy.

Just as Hannah was getting to the juicy parts the one and only Harry Styles walked outside into the hall. He exited from a room about three doors down on the opposite side of me, adorned in short shorts that showed off his hairy knees and a plain white tshirt. Smiling, Harry walked over to me before sitting down looking at who I was FaceTiming.