Ok, There is no way that I am going to call you ‘diary’ I still have no idea why I am even doing this I mean besides the fact that I would probably get into BIG trouble by management if I didn't but that’s no biggie, nothing unusual there. I was planning to throw this book into the nearest garbage heap but then I thought why the hell not, maybe one day I could sell this on eBay!
You should have seen it when they told us, when they handed us these goddamn books I mean come on we’re men! Not some hormonal teenage girl with feelings. Harry I swear almost swallowed his chewing gum, and Liam’s face paled like a ghost. The only one who I think was actually okay with this idea was Zayn. It’s like a brand new place to post his inspirational thoughts I guess. I mean come on he’s already flooded twitter with that garble.
Right now I’m sitting on a lounge chair in the tour bus watching Niall eat a sandwich, while Zayn is trying not to fall asleep, I can hear Liam talking all lovingly into his mobile phone and Harry well he’s naked somewhere. I’m getting way distracted here so where was I? Oh yeah back to when we first met you and I, book.
I sat down in the office, seated beside Harry who was busy placing on his phone. Now the big guys walked in wearing their fancy pant suits and button up shirts. It made me feel rather under dressed with my red trousers and striped sweater. I was desperate to get out of that stuffy little room, I could hardly sit still. The entire time I was tapping my foot wishing the meeting would be over with.
“What did you do this time?” Harry joked, patting me on the back lightly. I smiled in his direction even giving him a cheeky wink in the process.
“Never you mind curly.” I told him, looking into his eyes. For a second there I was reminded of the Larry Stylinson rumours. Until I’d become famous I never knew that looking at your best friend automatically meant you were into him I mean what the hell? Harry is like a brother to me, I’d never change that.
My insane thoughts were interrupted by a deliberate clearing of someone's throat. I nervously looked up, wiping my sweaty hands on my trousers. One thing fans mightn’t know about me is my carefree attitude can only go so far, these suit guys scare the hell out of me!
“As you are well aware, you’re 2013 tour will be the focus of your lives these upcoming months.” One of them started. I couldn’t help rolling my eyes. Like was he serious? It wasn’t half obvious what he was saying, we’d heard it all before.
“What we’ve decided is you boys should record these moments this tour is going to come and go as fast as the last one and we know that you lot wished you could go back and relive it, which is why we are giving you all a gift.” Marcie our tour agent told us. The men in the corner of the room then handed her a bag. It was quite small and I remember thinking to myself ‘What kind of present fits in that bag?’ yes I admit it, I love presents, but this present was nowhere near what I’d been expecting.
Out of that bag the woman produced five notebooks, and passed them to us. I was angry; no I was more than that. What the hell were they playing at giving us blank notepads and calling it a present?
“What the flack is this?” I asked, except you know I didn’t say ‘flack’
“Louis.” Paul scolded. I just ignored his disapproval of my vocabulary. I couldn’t believe that he as a man would agree to this insane excuse for an idea.
“These books are your tour diaries, or journal’s whatever you’d like to call them.” Marcie explained, looking startled and nervous. At the time I didn’t care but now I’m starting to feel sorry for her for what I did next.
“Are you insane woman?” I threw the book across the room, leapt off my chair and started pacing around the room, running my fingers through my hair. Harry was the first to break the silence.
