Crossroads of Life

Chapter 3

I woke up to the rather annoying constant beeping sound of an alarm clock. ‘Someone shut that off’ I thought angrily, and then I realized that it was my alarm clock and I was the only person who was going to shut if off.

I slammed my hand down on the off button and rolled off my black leather couch, slamming into the hardwood floor. I had fallen asleep on the couch last night, my head nuzzled into the arm rest, my feet tucked up behind me.

I had slept well at least. It was one of those nights where you felt like you had slept forever. I was glad. I was going to need a lot of sleep for the undoubtedly long day ahead.

Paul and the rest of the tour team and I had spent a week preparing things and getting them in in order, before the boys joined us. Their tour kicked off in a few days. I was kind of nervous, or maybe it was excitement.. I wasn’t sure. But there was a feeling in the pit of my stomach that I couldn’t shake.

I crawled over to my coffee table and pulled myself off the ground. It is way too early for this amount of movement. As I shuffled off to take a shower, I heard another loud and persistent beeping in my ear. It was coming from my room. At first I was confused until I remembered I had bought 2 alarm clocks, just in case.

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I waved goodbye to Lana and stepped out into the city of London once more. This time dressed in a floral printed skirt, a black tank top and a brown belt at the waist. I wore the same brown wedges and carried my brown satchel, this time with a shiny Blackberry tucked away inside it.

I stopped at the shop once more, ordered my regular, and made my way to the train station. As the train made its way around the bend I grasped the cold, metal pole for support. I felt my phone vibrate against my leg from inside my bag and bent over to scoop it out.

*new message from Paul H*_Gunna be a bit late today, sorry love. Either Jag or Preston can take you to the boys. Good luck! I know they’ll love you.

I laughed thinking about how long it too his big thumbs to type that message on his small keyboard. Paul had told me that Jag and Preston were a part of the security team. I met them last week when we were “getting the ball rolling” as Paul called it, for the tour kick off. They seemed nice, although they were a bit scary when it came to size. They could probably pick me up and use me as a dart or something if they really wanted. I remembered making a mental note to stay on their good side.. just in case.

*message to Paul H*_That’s fine, sounds good. Do you want me to get anything started or do anything once I’m there?

The train screeched onward down the tracks and just as it pulled up to my stop I received another text.

*new message from Paul H*_Just make sure the boys are all set, you can through the schedule I emailed you with them or show them around the tour stuff I showed you yesterday.

*message to Paul H*_Alrighty :)

I exited the train station and tucked my phone into my satchel once more. The sky was cloudier than yesterday, but still filled with fewer clouds than I expected. I walked in the direction of the building where I met Paul yesterday.

I entered the big glass front door to see Preston chatting with a young lady with a pencil tucked behind her ear. Jag was on the phone, pacing the lobby. He looked up when he saw me and gave me a small wave. He motioned to Preston who beckoned me over.

“Morning, Bails, the boys are in office 326. I think they’re just waiting around so go right in.:

“Paul’s gonna be late, you know?”

“Really? He’s never late.”

“Yep, I know. I was surprised too. We’ll just have to kick him for it later.”