ONE DAY OR ANOTHER (TLKAR TRIQUEL) Part 3

13. New York

"Are we all packed up for New York?" Ally and Abby asked simultaneously.

Everyone looked around at the hotel hall in Poland that we had stayed in for about 4 days. We had loads of problems and issues in Poland, much like Germany. Everyone was cranky, tired and bummed out because we had to be flying about 10 hours to America, in which we would be starting the American leg of the tour.

Cameras still followed us around for this unspoken movie that would be about us. Shania would be freaking out every single time we looked at, stepped foot on or off an airplane.

I gathered by things together and placed them on the bell cart. I looked around and took a deep breath. Traveling out of suitcases and wardrobe trunks. I leaned against the wall of the hallway of the hotel and took another deep breath.

"What's wrong?" Megan came up to me and asked.

I opened my eyes wider and sighed. "Just thinking what my life would be like if I had not been on the X factor, or became something that draws articles on the front pages of the newspaper."

"Why are you saying all of this?" Megan asked.

"Because, I look around and I see that all of my things are in trunks and suitcases. Sometimes I wish I could just go back in time to when my parents were still alive and when we could all hang out together." I said letting a stray tear fall from my eye.

"It's ok to think about things like that. I don't mean to be a Debbie downer but you can't really change what happened." Megan said.

I started laughing. Megan looked at me like I was this heartless person, maybe I was.

"Why are you laughing?" she asks.

"Half because you said Debbie downer and half because I have no idea. I always had the most fucked up sense of humor didn't I?" I asked Megan, noticing that everyone was getting their shit out of their rooms to fly over to New York.

"Yeah you did. Why don't we get going. Or else they will all leave us here." Megan said, guiding me to the elevator and into the lobby.

I stood there and remembered the first time I left a hotel after my first real tour show. I was a little younger, 2 years to be exact. That was when I was naive and innocent. That's why I wrote so many songs about being a child, innocence. I used to always feel bad for myself.

Reality struck me when I was surrounded by all of my friends and loved ones, the only ones I had besides my long lost siblings. It brought tears to my eyes to see that all of these people loved me for who I was and I loved them more than they had any idea.

Why did I always get so emotional and sentimental every time we traveled?

"Are we ready to go?" I heard Harry ask, snapping me out of my emotional trance. 

"Huh?" I asked, looking up at his gorgeous eyes.

"I think we are all already to go. Paul just told us that all of the luggage is into the vans to go to the airport." Harry explained.

"Yeah I am ready to go." I said looking down at my feet, that seemed to not move at all.

"Alright I think everyone is ready to go." Paul announced.

All of us got into the vans and the ride was pretty much silent until Shania broke the silence.

"So when are you guys planning on getting married?" she asked, directed to me and Harry.

I shrugged. He shrugged. "Maybe sometime this year or next." he said, although it sounded like he was asking the same question Shania did, to himself.

"We'll be that couple that is engaged for 30 years." I said, joking.

"Harry don't let your fiance wait 30 years for you to tie the knot." Liam joked.

"You know I proposed so I could marry this girl. Why would I want to wait 30 years?" he asked the van full of people.

"Let's just keep talking about this, it will get my mind off of the plane." Shania says, nervously clapping her hands together, as sweat builds up on her forehead.

"Why do you always freak out around planes?" Ally asks.

"Because I don't really like planes." she confesses.

"Well you should've told us that before you agreed to go on tour with us." Zany explains.

"Whatever." She says sassily.

"So we are going to perform like 3 shows in MSG, right?" Louis asked.

We all nodded our heads.

"To New York, motherfuckers." I said, in a sing-song tune.

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A/N: OMG THIS BOOK IS SOOOOO CLOSE TO ENDING>>>>>>> SORRYYYY