Another Fan

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These past few days had been hell for me. I couldn’t sleep without thinking of what Amanda, the interviewer, said. Now, I was wondering if Jane really did die or she just left me to face my own battles. Jane, if you’re alive, please let me see you for one last time.

Our next stop is Glasgow, Scotland. I’ve never been there and I haven’t done my research about the place yet but I had this feeling that it was going to be a good concert.

Tiffany had already contacted the agents and I would be the one left to decide to whom I’ll give the spare ten tickets reserved for the media. I’ve never done this and I was new to this. The Herald and The Scotsman looked good choices and I don’t have much time so I needed to just trust my gut here. I called them and made the arrangements with them. Now, off to sleep.

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After almost 5 hours of travelling from London to Glasgow, we finally arrived. We were going to be here for two days; we might as well enjoy it even if we won’t be allowed to tour around the country. Sometimes, this job downright sucks. It was a good thing that Tiffany and I had already planned the publicity of the rest of tour. Our only problem was gonna be if some company chickens out or if some stunt needs to be pulled.

Of all the things that Tiffany would forget, it was the hotel we were staying at. I was so knackered and there was only one thing in my head, and it was sleep. I couldn’t be bothered to make reservations now. I was dead tired!

“I’m really sorry, Natalie. I’ll fix-” Tiffany apologized but I interrupted her.

“Just never mind. Already fixed it, but please next time, don’t forget. Travelling isn’t really the easiest thing to do,” I said before hanging up. Tiffany was the lucky one since she didn’t need to come with these boys and she was just there at the headquarters, having the easier job.

It was a good thing that this hotel didn’t refuse One Direction. I booked us the whole floor so no one would bother us. Then, I made room arrangements though everything was pretty cloudy. I couldn’t be bothered! I was dead tired!

I went to my designated room and collapsed on the bed.

“Natalie, wake up.” A person was shaking me lightly and I slapped whomever hand that was.

“Natalie,” the person repeated.

“No,” I replied, burying my head further into the pillow.

“I know I’m soft and all even if I’m muscular but you need to get up or else, we’d be late again.” Again? That could only mean one thing: Niall!

I instantly rose to my feet and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. But before I opened the faucet, I could’ve sworn I heard Niall’s laugh. That bastard!

“How did I end up beside you though?” I asked before biting my toast.

Niall lamely shrugged at me before continuing eating his cereal.

“Bastard,” I muttered.

“Sometimes, you need to stop asking questions you clearly know the answer,” Niall teased with a smirk.

“I’m pretty sure I didn’t put you on the same room as me,” I remarked. Niall looked scared for a second before masking his fear with a smirk. Niall, I’m not that stupid!

“Nightmares?” I asked carefully.

I didn’t get any reply but Niall staring blankly at his bowl was all the confirmation I needed. He had been getting a lot of nightmares lately and I had no idea why. He kept refusing to talk about it and I couldn’t do anything to change his mind. If only he’d tell me, so I could help him. But I had nothing left to do but respect his decision.