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◊ Niall ◊

New York, United States of America, 25th January 2015

On the Road Again Tour is about to begin and we – One Direction – do the rehearsal three times a week. I don't know how I should feel about this tour, unlike the Up All Night Tour, OTRAT has been draining my energies these days. To say the least, I think, I feel exhausted to be obligated to be here for ages; going from one country to another country, without having the chance to see what's in that country. All I know is singing and trying to seem to enjoy the gigs – while in this case, I'm not really enjoying it.

Perhaps, it's a moment of surfeit?

Having a fight with Zayn when he's drunk got me frustrated. I love that dude – that much, however, he's just such a pain in the ass when he's 'intoxicated'. They are not the members I used to know or the friends I used to know back in 2010 when everything was about throwing jokes at each other without having arguments such as the writings in our albums, the tour dates, and several things about works, which I don't really want to remember.

While having a rehearsal, we are currently working out our fifth album as well and not to forget, this is going to be the last album that we have signed with our management. We don't really know what is the next plan.

"If you keep standing there like a fucking idiot, you better get the fuck out of here, Horan," throws Zayn at me. He's holding his bottle of vodka and drinking it as he's throwing words at me. This room only consists of two of us because Zayn's behavior gets us writing in different rooms. I look at him, his eyes are red and sweating, I don't take it personally since I know he's drunk. He's really getting used to getting drunk during the writing process for the last few months.

Zayn used to talk a lot, even though his credential branded on the stage as someone who is mysterious. Well, he's not. He's a very open person, at least to Louis. I don't know what things bring him to be trapped in this situation, I believe something more personal popped up, in which, I don't really want to speculate.

I don't say a word, I look at him and smile at him in disbelief. The funniest part, we are arguing about the lyrics of Infinity – one of our new songs in the upcoming album. Zayn wants to make the lyrics to be more into a storyline where two broken pieces meet each other and heal them – since Made in The A. M.'s storyline will be about how people come and go and you just have to live life at the moment. However, I myself believe that the melodies from my guitar will be more suitable for infinity is about losing someone that you love to somebody else, while in this case, it is still in accordance to the MITAM's storyline. Zayn isn't used to arguing a lot during the writing process, I'm starting to wonder what is really happening with him.

Trying not to get myself more confused with his current behavior, I make my step to the doorway. "I really wish you could be sober anytime soon, man. You know you're fucked up, don't you?" I said as I close the door and walk to the parking basement in this studio.

I get into my car and call a friend of mine. I'm planning to get a little bit of alcohol and fun in a club in New York.

"We are heading to the Lotos Club, I will share the location!" says Amber, a friend of mine that I called. "Anyway, I'm bringing this NYU girl if that's okay for you."

"Who is she? Do I know her?"

"She's Anne, she's an undergraduate student at NYU."

"Sounds cool though, send my regards to her," I respond. "Alright, I'm going there now."

***

Gasolina by Daddy Yanke suddenly fulfills my hearing once I enter the club – which I don't really remember what's the name of the club. I make my way to Amber's table and find several of my friends there. I give them a bro hug and start to drink my Martini cocktail.