Mara Jay Hansen is roommates with one direction. She's an interior designer building her dream. After struggling with Harry constantly asking her to marry him she breaks and leaves. Harry is broken and so is Mara. Mara reconnects with her ex-fiancé...
Harry's publicist is going mad with the attention we're receiving about the baby. Most think it's a hoax. One thing is, I can't take the media when they're crawling for details and willing to do anything just for a spec of insider.
"Who was that?" Harry walked in after a business call. "They want us on the Ellen Show." He replied with a dark tone. "We're on tour." I state. "I'm on tour. We-" He pointed to the guys. "Are on tour." He storms out and closes the door so hard it shakes the bus. "What's that all about?" Liam asks. "He's frustrated." I say. "We need to leave if we're going to make it in time." The driver says. I walked back to where I was working. "Mara?" Steph acted like I was supposed to do something. "3." I say. "What?" Steph asked. "2." She walked to me. "1." The door flung open and Harry walked in. "Ready love?" I ask. He nodded, still too angry to speak. "I wish I could do that." Niall complained.
We arrived in Dudley late at night. It wasn't a long drive but we stopped quite frequently. This was the tour kick off. Our stops included Dudley, Manchester, Liverpool, and Nottingham in the Uk. Then we would ditch the bus and fly to the US for the duration of the tour.
Steph and Louis announced their baby today. People now thought this was one big prank.
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I opened snapchat. "Harry am I really pregnant?" He looks up from his phone. He smirks. "The world may never know." He stares. I laugh at him. "Yes you are. Coming February. Can I get a whoot whoot?!" The bus yells. "WHOOT WHOOT!" I snap chatted all day. We were taking advantage of the so called prank and messing with people. "David, how do you feel about being an uncle?" "I'm not an uncle." "But you're gonna be." "Don't lie to me Mara Jay." He fakes so bad that it's obvious. "You are a horrible actor!"
The boys got sick of my camera in their faces so I went into a quiet room while they started to set up for tonight's performance. I sketched. I wish I had my paints and pastels. There was something about color that made the world different. We take color for granted. Not even thinking twice about that sentence: there was something about color that makes the world different. I want to imprint the world with the beauty of the world. Once I started to draw I couldn't stop. I drew a woman with short hair and the hair she did have swept across her face. Her lips a bold red. Her eyeshadow so perfect I couldn't do it in real life. Taking smokey to a whole new level. Then the door busted open and Niall and Harry walked in wrestling. "Really?" I ask with annoyance. I Was in the zone. "You should feel him! We think he's a got fever!" Niall says as he tackled him to the ground. "Don't tell her that!" Harry says. "Now she'll mother me." Niall laughed. I bent down to his level where he was being pelted to the ground. I placed the back of my hand on his forehead. "Harry." I softly groan. "You can't perform with a fever." "I also shouldn't be around you." He sarcastically says. My jaw dropped. He was right but he sounded so rude. "You want?" Niall asked referring to if I wanted to take his spot in the tackling. "You're sleeping on the floor tonight." I pointed as I stood up. He smiled even though he knew I would be giving him he'll the whole night. They stopped fighting and began bringing in gear to form a small studio to practice.
