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Seven

Bay

It had been about a month since I started touring with the band. I didn't enjoy most of the time there because the pregnancy was taking its toll. I was about two and a half months in, and my bump was about to show.

I never talked to Ashton after that night in the corridor, and I was getting angsty. We just exchanged side-eyes and he refused to be in the same room as me, alone.

"Calum," I whispered to the boy sitting beside me. Calum and I started getting closer. He would be there for me whenever I needed him to be, and he would never complain when I asked him for help. I was lucky.

"What's up?" He raised his eyebrows as he turned to me. This car ride was making me sick.

"I need pickles," I whispered, feeling embarrassed for requesting for such a weird thing. Calum giggled before taking a jar out from his bag for "emergencies" like these. 

"Thanks." I smiled.

We were in Italy and Calum had been making appointments for me beforehand. He insisted on paying for them which I was grateful. We drove past a small town before getting to the hotel. The little town consisted of cafés, boutiques, and small shops. It looked beautiful, and I wanted to check it out.

"Hey, can I get off here?" I beamed. I got used to being alone in an unfamiliar part of the world after a while. More often than not, they'd spent hours doing interviews and I'd get some free time. If I didn't have a doctor's appointment, I would walk around the hot spots and get some good food.

Jess scoffed from Ashton's lap. Like always.

"This place stinks. I hate Italy." Jess complained as she played with the tip of her pink-dipped hair which she dyed with Michael's hair dye without his permission. He was in a cranky mood, obviously.

"You're sure you wanna check it out? " Calum asked, his hands on my shoulder as if to say that it would be dangerous.

"Stop being an overprotective wuss Calum! Let Bay have fun!" Michael backed me up.

"Call the driver when you're done to get you. If anything happens, call me." Calum had said before he got the driver to stop the car and dropped me off.

I haven't eaten anything all day except the pickles, and I was starving.

I tried to look for a cafe with decent food to fill my stomach, but I couldn't find anything that got me excited. My jar of pickles was emptied, and I didn't have another.

I continued walking around. I took in the beauty of Italy around me. I have never been anywhere out of Australia or America until I started tagging along with the band. I took a deep breath and walked around, hunting for more food. Eventually I found a stand selling some pastries and got some. I wanted to pen down some thoughts, almost like a diary for the piece. It wasn't one about the band but it was going to be something for me to look back at a few years later, hoping future me can find humour in my current situation.

All of a sudden, I felt dizzy as if someone had shot me in the head and punched my stomach. I felt a pounding in my head, and I was starting to lose my balance.

I called the driver after struggling with the buttons on my phone. My vision kept going out of focus as I stumbled around, attempting to balance myself. 

The car drove up moments later, and I felt relieved as ever. I entered the car immediately once it stopped in front of me. I needed to get out of here. The hotel was a short five-minute drive away and I was dead beat. I went up to the room and used the key to get in after a few failed attempts. I hoped Calum wouldn't mind me barging in.