When Samantha James becomes One Direction's personal assistant, she gets more than she bargains for. Falling for Harry Styles is one of them. But things aren't always easy or beautiful, because Sam has secrets--dark ones, and she'll do anything to h...
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The early morning light shining through the huge hotel window instantly woke me. My sleeping schedule had never been normal, not since our first world tour. I sat up and stretched, looking at the time. It was only 7:35. The boys were probably asleep, especially Zayn. He hated waking up, no matter what time of day it was.
After checking through some text messages and e-mails, I decided to get up and head down to the hotel gym. I called my security guard Preston to meet me in front of the elevator of our floor. I'd also gotten used to having someone with me at pretty much all times. Our fans had some creative ways of getting into our hotels, so every precaution was taken when were away from home.
I dressed in a muscle shirt with the sides cut out, gym shorts, and my tennis shoes. On the way down I tied my hair up, greeting Preston as we stepped into the elevator. "What's on the agenda today? You know?" I asked, stretching my arms.
Preston rubbed his tired eyes. "A magazine shoot at two for some company. I can't even keep up anymore. Then you've got dinner with management after."
It turned out to be a good thing that I woke early. They'd be getting the boys up in the next hour or so to start getting them ready to head down to the studio where the shoot would take place. We stepped off the elevator and into the lobby. It was mostly empty, but filled with older people so we didn't have to worry. A hotel security guard joined us, though, and led us to the gym.
Since I didn't have my trainer with me, Preston helped push me along through my routine. A good workout was what I needed to clear my head and I never got much time to do it when we were on the road. The On the Road Again Tour was starting in less than a month and I was eager to spend some time at home in London before we set off for Australia.
Just as I finished my last set of curls, Liam came walking through the gym door. "There you are. Lou, Caroline, and Vivian want us all up in Lou's room. We've got to get ready for this shoot," he explained. Out of breath, I nodded. I glanced at the clock and realized almost an hour and a half had gone by.
Preston, Liam, and I started for the elevators. In the lobby, there was a sudden dull thud against the glass windows of the hotel. Dozens of screaming fans sat outside pounding their fists against it trying to get our attention. "Harry! Liam! I love you!" they screamed. Security blocked the doors, pushing back the ones who tried to come through.
We waved and they screamed even louder. We were used to this pretty much everywhere we went. Airports, hotels, restaurants, shops. It was something we had to live with. Liam and I just laughed as we spotted two girls in the front hugging and crying as they stared at us. The elevator doors closed and as we ascended, the noise disappeared.
"Zayn up yet?" I asked, taking a swig of my water bottle.
Liam rolled his eyes. "He was up half the night. I heard him next door arguing with Perrie over the phone."
