Astrid Taylor is a 18-year-old college student who is passionate about One Direction. After having the opportunity of staying at the same hotel as her idols while they're in her city, Astrid's life turns to be the fairytale that she had always dream...
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^^^ that is actually the hotel where the first chapters take place. The Peninsula Hotel in Chicago
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Zayn's POV
Chicago, Chicago, Chiraq, the city of something, I guess, but of nothing interesting enough for me to remember.
Don't get me wrong, it's not as if I've got anything against Chicago. To be honest, it's just one more of these American cities: I can't see anything special in them, but I don't despise them either. I have to admit that when we'd first started doing this - touring, I mean - I was ecstatic about knowing different cities - Chicago amongst them. Nonetheless, at this point, I was tired of this. By this, I mean the random traveling through random cities, it just didn't have the same appeal as before. To make things worse, now that the tour would start, everything was gonna get more extreme. I wouldn't be able to go home in ages and, to be honest, going home was the only thing I cared about at the moment. Even when we were on a break, going home was hard enough. Our management forced us to get to interviews and different events (like this one, I may point out), but we couldn't do anything. In the end, we had signed a contract. We were legally bonded to these bastards and they knew it.
I was officially done with life. No, scratch that. I am very much willing to live. I am just done with this crazy life.
This time, we were in Chicago to get to this talk show. Sincerely, I can't explain myself how people actually watch this show. The presenter was this man who made even more stupid questions than there were usually done. He lacked intelligence and showed it by caring about those fucking tabloid stories that they wrote about us. Clearly enough, anyone with half a brain would be able to distinguish the stupid made-up stories from the real ones. Moreover, he also talked about our new tour (the new tour I am so excited about, note the sarcasm) and that kind of stuff. Obviously, we were told to smile and wave when indicated. I didn't utter a word in the two hours we were there.
On the bright side, he didn't ask me about Perrie and that was a lot to say. To be honest, and considering how intense our fans can get to be, I still can't understand how they haven't found about our split. Safely enough, none of us has said anything publicly, but that never stopped our fans. They were crazy, in the good sense of the word.
Anyways, even though they had asked me about her, I wouldn't have been able to talk about it. Clearly enough, it hurt me remembering her - our break up, but, especially, her treason. It hurt me to think that someone who was once so close to me could do that to me. I liked to think that I was getting over it, but I wasn't. Well, it is still too soon to get completely over, but, at this point, the pain hasn't gotten any better. It still aches the same and I absolutely loath it. Moreover, I guess that, in general, I wouldn't be able to talk about such a complex topic on a talk show.
I fucking hate interviews.
There's this thing about me that I can't talk. I hate talking. This feeling intensifies when I am expected to talk to people that I know want stuff from me. They want to know about me. They want the gossip. However, if I were to talk about Perrie, it'd take at least 24 hours. I could pretty much ask for a cup of tea and we could have a pajamas party right on the set, so that I could finish the bloody story.
