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Ramona POV

How do I feel about love?

Love: v

[luv]

Feel tender affection for somebody; Feel desire for somebody; to feel romantic and sexual desire and longing for somebody.

I guess that’s what ‘love’ is. I wouldn’t consider a single one of my past petty romances a ‘love’. All were cases of mere lust and infatuation, but never love. Do I dare seek such emotion? For my best interest I shouldn’t exactly search for love, but if it comes I would be stupid to push if away. Right? I sat in class, mindlessly pondering the true meaning of love, but am immediately brought back to reality when I hear that class is dismissed.

"Alright class, that will conclude my segment on joints and ligaments for the day, class is dismissed." My physical science teacher interrupted.

I gather my laptop and my physical science notes in my bag and sling it over my shoulder, arranging my ear buds in my ears. ‘Lips of an angel’ by Hinder rings in my ears when I practically jog to my dorm room, I toss my tote and ear buds sloppily onto my bed to pull on a black tee shirt that says ‘Frenchie’s Karaoke Bar & Grill’ written in florescent orange lettering. Thank goodness they allow us to wear jeans with our sickening tee shirts. After transitioning into my work clothes I walk to the bar across from the college campus and stroll through the doors just in the knick of time. “Ramona, I need help.” my roommate Erika whines, placing one of the trays she has been juggling into my arms. “Alright.” I sigh and bring it over to the waiting customers. I then continue fulfilling my job requirements, serving a mix of rude alcoholics, horny perverts, and sex addicted couples.

Niall POV

"And you Mr. Niall Horan? Any sort of romance in your life right now?" the woman questioned, shoving her microphone to my lips.

"Uh no, my music is my priority right now and I intend on it being that way for a while." I smile before she presses another question. "Really? You seem like a charmer, that can’t be all that’s to it?"

"I’m sorry to let you down but it’s true. I’m holding a single status." I laugh before she continues through the interview, questioning us on the new album and of course, the main topic of ALL our interviews love.

As out interviews dismissed we are all in awe over the beauty of California. The wind in our hair, the sun warming our faces, the smell of salt water, all of it just amazes us. The friendly appearance of the boardwalk shops and pristine beaches with pure sand.

"Woah." Is the only thing my lips can mutter when I watch the beach from the window of our car, the tide rolling onto the sandy shore if truly beautiful.

 ”Like California Niall?” Liam says, slapping his hand on my back and I laugh.

"Yeah, its stunning actually." I smile and take a last glance at the sight before our SUV pulls into the confines of the hotel’s parking garage. When we all pile out of the vehicle we have take our stuff from the body guards and head up to our rooms.

"I call rooming with Niall!" Louis calls out and slaps an arm around my shoulders. "Alright mate, I guess I could do that for ya." I laugh and walk to my room with Louis and set my bag down on the lavish bed.

"They never fail to get us the best." Louis sighs.

"Quite overwhelming if ya ask me." I reply with a small shrug and unzip my suitcase to look for my sunscreen.

"I have a plan." Louis smirks as he pulls some goddy pairs of sunglasses and straw hats from a suitcase.

"I like where you’re going with this Louis." I laugh as he places the hat on his head.

"Who needs bodyguards!" Louis laughs as he places the sunnies over his eyes as well.