Maybe Dreams Aren't Meant To Come True

Chapter 9

"That was so sick!" Niall comments about the crowd in Houston.

I nod and bellow,

"Damn right!" In response while jumping up and down as I enter the bus.

We've been on tour for a month, and I feel like I've been doing this my whole life.

I feel so...myself when I perform.

"Okay lads and gents, we'll be going to a hotel tonight considering you have another show here in Houston tomorrow so don't get too comfortable." The energetic bus driver laughs to us.

We respond with ok's and alright's around the bus.

"Okay, Niall but how sick was it when the crowd were completely in sync with each other during Moments. It was absolutely amazing." I bloat about their performance.

I watch ever single one because it never get old.

The boys never put on the same show, which is so smart, always keeping people sucked in.

"So sick! Like they were all together on a perfect harmony...mind blowing." Niall's voice going softer as he talks.

He sits down in his usual seat as I do the same while we continue to talk about the concert.

Time flies by and we're at the hotel. This hotel surely is the biggest one throughout all the ones we have been in.

It must be true what they say,

everything's bigger in Texas.

We rush off the bus trying to avoid the paparazzi who squawk at us, asking questions; anything to get our attention.

We ignore all the remarks, and the boys don't even look fazed while I'm pretty sure my breathing is excessively increasing.

The paparazzi were swarming the whole entrance and even back way to the hotel.

Them and car sales men have the absolute worst jobs.

We quickly hurry to our rooms, and mine, like usual, is on a separate floor than the boys.

They want us separated so nothing "bad" happens.

I can't believe they would actually consider me sneaking around and sleeping with one of the boys?

I wouldn't jeopardize my dream job, and I'm sure the boys have no feelings for me whatsoever.

Luckily, the fridge is stocked with food.

There's a sign on the front of the fridge in bold letters,

EVERYTHING TAKEN OR OPENED IN THE REFRIGERATOR WILL BE CHARGED TO YOUR ROOM. THANK YOU.

I roll my eyes and take a coke and ice cream out of the refrigerator and grab a spoon from the drawers.

I was surprised to find any silverware, but we do stay at the nicest hotels.

I laugh at the little pint size of ice-cream and know I would need about twenty of these to suffice.

I'm lucky that I don't have to pay for my bill; I start to feel bad, but I know I shouldn't.

I deserve this, right?

I lazily walk over to the couch with the spoon in my mouth.

I plop down on the couch and instantly stretch my warn out legs on the abdomen.

I look at the flip-book full of all the channels and decide on MTV.

I wiggle with joy as I see Girl Code is on.

I have an unhealthy obsession with this show.

The topic of this episode is, Whipped.

This was one of my favorites when I first started watching it.

I laugh at their hilarious but true statements and before I know it,

I'm on my third helping of ice-cream.

So far I've had, Rocky Road, Mint Chocolate Chip, and Rainbow Sherbet.

Beyond amazing.

My focus on the TV drains while my phone continuously buzzes.

I annoyingly roll my eyes and answer it without looking at the Caller ID,

my eyes never leaving the television screen.

"Hello." I mutter in the phone while taking a sip of my coke.

"Hey, Jess!" Niall's voice filled with excitement like usual.

I continue not to show interest in the conversation, knowing he's probably excited about the food in the hotel rooms.

"Guess what me and Liam are doing?" He chirps in the phone. I can practically hear his smile growing across his perfectly painted lips.

"Erm, I don't know." I mumble in the phone and gorge myself with what's left of the sherbet.

"Well, we're doing a twitcam, and the girls would love to see you!" He excitingly announces.

They want to see me? And they're doing a twitcam? Why didn't my phone go off, alerting me of them tweeting about it?

I almost forget I'm on the phone till I hear Niall's slow breathing on the phone.

"Oh, uhm, yeah. Sure that would be great! I'll be down there in about five minutes. What's your room number?" I add, just noticing I had no idea what room they were in.

"Great and 417B!" Niall says and we exchange goodbye's, and I'm off to the Niall's...and Liam's.