Bands Apart [On Hold]

1. Cigarettes, Fame, and Heartbreak.

The warm tip of the cigarette let small wisps of smoke float into the air as I laid back on my king sized bed, and stared up at the ceiling that had peeling paint on it. Funny how a five star hotel would let something like that slide, but honestly I liked it. It made me feel like I was semi-normal, and not always wasting ridiculous amounts of money on these fine rooms.

　

Not that I was complaining, I like staying in lavish hotels with chocolates on the pillows; and free shampoo, but I missed the times where I would stay in cheap motels with my mum, and sisters. Those cheap motels where we'd have to beat off roaches, but had the time of our lives.

　

That was a time when I was normal, completely normal, and no one would dream of leaving my company because of my intense job. Alas that was the heartbreak I was feeling right now, another break up because of my job. Another beautiful girl that had slipped my grasp. Another girl I had fallen for, but wasn't meant to be with.

　

My job seemed to be interfering with alot now aday's, and the stress from it had settled in my chest like a tumor. It could only be removed with the right antidote, which in a logical case would be surgary, but a human emotion could not be removed with the scalp used to scrape out tumors. Gosh I wish so.

　

Blowing out another flurry of smoke that looked like the breath of a dragon, I rolled over on my side, and looked at my clock. Four o' clock in the afternoon. I would still be in that blasted factory right now putting together a fragrance if Louis had covered for me by claiming I wasn't feeling well. So right now instead of sniffing a various selection of hand selected ingredients for out perfume that basically was the sequel to the last, I was laying here in mine, and Niall's room with unread books spread about me, and an empty cigarette pack for I had smoked them all.

　

I guess it wasn't a methaphor anymore.

　

I remember a time I use to smoke openly out in public, but I had to stop that because it was upsetting our fans, and even though I grew infuriated with them at times I still wanted to make them happy. For with out our fans we wouldn't have our job.

　

What is this employment you ask?

　

Let's just say we don't work in an office with ironed suits, or wear hard hats.

　

Actually we wear the latest fashion's, most of them given to us for free, and sing at least four hours aday. Can you take a guess? Yes we were in a boy band, but not just any boyband. The biggest in the world as we've been told, One Direction is our name, but what does that matter right now.

　

Right now I'd be content if I never had to hear that name again, because it was starting to make me depressed. Because of it I had to sacrifice alot more then I bargained for, not that I wasn't happy with my job, it's just the stress part of it is no fun. Usually though the stress didn't get to me, because I always had an escape, but now it was taking it's toll on me.

　

Just in the past two weeks I've dropped a noticeable ten pounds, because my appetite has been non-existant, and I hadn't bothered to shave the black stubble on my face.

　

Rebbecca use to hate my stubble, she would always make me shave it, but now I would never hear her nag me again. Rebbecca had been my escape. Rebbecca was my girlfriend for the past two years, and generally I was very happy with her. She was a beautiful girl with dark eyes, soft black hair that felt perfect around my wrist, and a sweet smile. Being with her gave me a sense of being ordinary.