Chapter 9-Life
***Erin's point of view***
Long bus rides is something I’ve gotten used to. At first, you’d feel really excited being on the tour bus since it was literally like a moving hotel room or maybe a flat but after a while you realize how limiting it gets. You’re stuck in the same place for more than 3 hours sometimes and it makes you really restless. Along with the tour life comes the way everything is so hectic so with nothing else to do, the bus rides were usually used to rest which is what everyone usually does but for me and Harry, sometimes even the other boys, it means helping Harry out to recover stuff.
“What’s the agenda today?” he asks me, sitting on the chair across from me, intertwining his fingers and resting them on the table in between us like a good student.
“Well I’ve been thinking that so far in every interview we’re trying so hard to keep our heads above waters with the questions,” I start. The way it went with interviews was Harry being briefed about the topic of the day and if he forgot a detail or a new topic is brought up out of our preparation, we hide in a listening device in his ear where he can hear my voice as I tell him the answers from the partnered microphone. The way Harry talks really slow helps a lot because he uses that time to process and listen to what I have to say. “People might start to notice how stiff you sound sometimes because, no offense, you’re a horrid actor, Harold. So to give you fluency and be more natural, we’re going to know more about your life today!”
He gives me a look for my horrible actor comment then brushes it off with a shrug. “So let’s begin.”
I then put a bundle of magazines, some I brought with me and the others provided by the crew, on the table along with my planner which is the one he notices first.
“This is?” he asks.
“My planner. Or you could say journal since I also write what I think. I’ve written the stuff you and the boys do during the respective dates so basically it’s also like your planner,” I explain as he starts leafing through it.
“Hey this is all about us. Don’t you ever write anything about your life?” he asks me and I bite my lip as he looks up from my planner to me.
“Well, this might sound really corny, but…you guys are pretty much my life,” I tell him honestly and suddenly sadness flashes in his eyes.
“Erin,” he starts and reaches across the table to place his hand over mine. “You keep calling us your inspiration. Then use it to achieve your own dreams and not have ours distract you from attaining the life you would want for yourself. Why don’t you actually live life alongside us and not just admire from the side lines? That’s something I’m sure all the boys would love.”
I consider what he thinks for a moment. “You don’t know what my life is like, Harry. It’s not exactly something worth fighting for. You and the boys are the only life in all my years.”
“If you actually told me something about your life I could help you,” he tells me and I smile at him.
“But you have Harry, you and the boys already have in the past. And it’s not that you can’t remember- it’s that you never knew. You’re the reason I still got to write all that in there. One Direction touches thousands of lives probably in more ways than you can imagine,” I reply.
“How is this how I’ve helped? Your life is centered on me; you’re not living your OWN life. Maybe I have helped you in some way before but seeing how you continue to live, how you continue to write just about us, then the second step is not yet done,” he persists. “It’s unfinished.”
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