Fans - Chapter 21

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"Zoe," Taylor says in a sleepy/hushed voice, "Zoe wake up,"

I moan in frustration and pull myself closer to him by his shirt, "I don't like mornings,"

"I can tell,"He murmurs, kissing the top of my head,

"What are we doing today?" I say, slowly opening my eyes to the light,

"Sight seeing stuff. Tour on the harbour I think, and shark divi-"

"Nope," I say popping the 'p', "No way in hell I'm going diving with sharks. When I'm swimming at the beach and a tiny fish siwms past me, I scream, how do you think I'd go with sharks?"

"Well, you can spend the day with Kristen then. She's just meeting fans,"

"Okay, but they're not my fans, they don't like m-"

"The airport?"

The memories flood into my head of having screaming girls yell my name and hold posters up to me. All they wanted was for me to notice them, just to wave to them, and then screaming when I do.

"Okay fine," I say giving in and tucking my head under his chin and sighing, "What timeis the tour?"

"At 12,"

"What time is it now?"

"Can you not read the time?"

"I'm comfortable," I laugh,

"It's 10:30,"

I let out an exsasperated sigh and roll over, swinging my legs off the bed and grabbing my jeans and the first top I see out of my suit case, "i'm having a shower," I say walking towards the bathroom, "Stay away," I give him a playful deathglare and close the door behind me.

After my shower and pulling a brush roughly through my hair and applying what little make-up I wear.

"Ready to go?" I ask Taylor who's towel drying his hair after his shower.

"Just a sec," He says, throwing his towel on the floor in the bathroom.

"Is Kristen coming on the tour with us?"

"Yeah she is,"

And as if on que, there's a knock at the door and I get up to answer it,

"Hey," She says, her eyes wide,

"Hi, Taylor's nearly ready, he's taking longer than I did,"

"No I'm not," He smiles, jumping next to me and extending his arm across my shoulders.

"Ready to go now?" Kristen asks, stepping back

"I'm coming with you after the tour," I say to Kristen and she turns around to me and claps her hands together,

"Really?"

I nod, "Yay!" she squeals and hugs me tightly, "You're just going to leave him" She chuckles nodding her head towards him.

"I don't like sharks," I say blandly, shaking my head causing them both to laugh.

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The tangled screams of Kristen and I's name are deafening. "So, just sign things and take photo's. It isn't really that hard,"

"You've had practise though," I hiss smiling slightly,

"You'll pick it up," She laughs, "Just go for it,"

"Okay,"

"you guys can go now," Kristen's bodyguard speaks monotonely.

"Let's go then," She says grabbing my ellbow.

One group of girls closer to the end of the line catches my attention first. Holding A huge Unbroken poster and the DVD. They went through all thast trouble, just for me. It's insane.

I make my way to the start and girls start screaming when they realize I'm making my way over to them.

"Hey guys," I say taking the pen they gave me and signing their photo of me. How did they get that? Oh my gosh, the reality is so strange.

"Oh my god, we're your biggest fans! You're so lucky, I'm jealous," She says laughing. Jealous of what? My boyfriend? That's a bit shallow but whatever.

"Thank you, that really means a lot," I say waving and making my way to the next people.

I feel bad missing anyone, but I'd be here all day just to say hi to everyone. The next 10 minutes is a blur. Random mini conversations. Smiling and taking photos with nearly every person I go to.

And finally, the girls down the end.

"ZOE!" They scream as soon as they relize they have my attention.

"Guys, this is incredible," I say signing the DVD cover and poster. 

"We love you, we want to be just like you,"

I don't know what to say so I smile and take a photo with them.

"WE LOVE YOU!" They scream as I move on.

"Love you too," I smile waving and one of them starts crying and the rest scream. What? Why do people care so much about what I say or do?

"How's it going?" Kristen 

"Good," I say, chuckling nervously, "Overwhelming,"

"You get used to it," She says, turning and waving at someone, "In time,"

I don't think I could ever get used to this. Kristen can maybe, but not me.

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