7:43pm
Despite the fact that I'm 18, the crew still set up a table full of presents.
*clink clink clink*
Paul was standing on a chair, hitting his wine glass with a fork. The music stopped, and the lights were no longer disco lights.
"Attention everyone!"
Everyone's heads turned to face him.
"Let's give a round of applause for all the work that Victoria has done for us."
Everyone started clapping, and my cheeks turned bright red. I didn't like being put on the spot, but I'd have to get used to it. I mean, I'm touring with a fucking band. I can't exactly have "stage fright".
"She helps with mic checks, tech work, folding merch, and entertaining the crowd. I am super grateful for everyone here, but mostly Victoria. So, let's raise our glasses, and enjoy ourselves. Happy birthday Victoria! And, shall we do presents?"
I plastered a smile across my face and shrugged my arms, as Paul led me to the table. I sat in a chair, while everyone gathered around.
Fast forward to after the presents.
Okay, so I'm gonna give a little rundown on what I got. Liam gave me a card with 100$. My dad gave me a painters kit with 50$. Louis gave me a polaroid camera with a signed selfie. Harry, Louis, Liam and Niall did a silly pose. Their signatures covered the bottom. He also gave me a card with 200$ Harry gave me a pair of beautiful butterfly earrings, along with a card that held 200$. Niall bought me a Nintendo Switch, and a card with 200$. Paul gave me 2 bottles of 1D perfume, and a ton of merch. Andrew gave me a Pandora bus charm, and a card with 200$. Adam gave me a 300$ iTunes card. James bought me knockoff Aero chocolate and a card with 50$. I'm guessing London has different candy than Canada, (Obviously). George got me a Pandora hockey charm, and a card with 40$. William gave me a Pandora microphone charm and a card with 100$, while Grace got me a makeup palette and a card with 80$. David bought me opal earrings, and a card with 20$.
Everyone danced the night away, and had a blast. David and Nolan stayed in their rooms all night. Since Nolan was sick, he obviously couldn't be around anyone. Paul didn't want to risk getting the boys sick, as they were the ones performing. I felt kinda bad for them, as they missed out on the party.
9:42
I was sitting on my bed, while Paul ordered the rest of the crew to clean up. He said he didn't want me, or any of the boys to clean up, as we needed rest for the morning. Harry and I were sharing a hotel room. He hung out in the boys room, while I aimlessly stared at the ceiling.
*knock knock knock*
I quickly rushed to the door, and peeked through the peephole. Harry was standing there, with his bandana holding his hair up. I let him in, confused.
*Did you forget your keycard?"
"Yea, it was on my bed"
Harry walked over to his bed, and started to dig around in the sheets.
"Found it!"
Harry put his keycard in his back pocket, and walked over to the living room.
"What are you doing?"
"I just need to lay down."
"Please tell me you didn't catch whatever Nolan caught."
"No, I just feel hungover."
"Paul said no drinking!"
"I wasn't. I just feel really tired. And only Louis was drinking." Harry chuckled.
I sat down beside Harry, and rested my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around me, and stared at me.
"What?" I giggled.
"Nothing, I just.. I'm really sorry about what happened. I never even told you why I followed you."
"Harry, nothing was your fault. You were just trying to protect me."
Suddenly, someone started knocking on the door, to the tune of "Thunderstruck".
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. I knew it was my goofy dad trying to be funny. He didn't stop knocking until I opened the door.
"What?" I said, rubbing my eyes.
"I just wanted to stop by, and say goodnight."
"Well, goodnight."
I gave my dad a hug, and attempted to shoo him out the door.
"Wait, Victoria is that a tattoo?!"
"It's temporary."
"Bullshit! Go rub it off then!"
"Dad.. I'm 18."
"That doesn't matter. Are you gonna start putting metal on your body too?! How many tattoos do you have?" My dad howled, as his eyes travelled up and down my body.
"Dad stop! You're making a big deal out of this! I only got a butterfly and a paper airplane!"
I tried to think of a reason for the butterfly, as I sat my dad down on Harry's bed.
"Remember when mom went on that business trip, and you two got into a fight? And because mom was mad at you, she got a tattoo."
"Where are you going with this?"
"Just listen please.. She got a tattoo of a butterfly on her ankle. I got the butterfly for grandpa, just like mom did. Mom believes that whenever she sees a butterfly, it's a loved one trying to send a message from above."
"And the paper airplane?"
"It's to explain how far I've gotten. And maybe in the future, I can get small little tattoos around the paper airplane. Like maybe a microphone to symbolize this tour?"
It's really rare for my dad to actually calm down, and listen to what I have to say. Usually, it's "give me your phone, I don't want to hear another word". Everything changes when you're 18.
*Ding*
I grabbed my phone, but there weren't any notifications.
"Shit, Harry's still in the other room."
Harry walked out of the living room, startling my dad.
"The boys were texting me, I should leave. I had my headphones on, I didn't hear anything." Harry hesitated.
I knew damn well Harry wasn't listening to any music, because his suitcase was lying by his bed. It was wide open and his headphones were sitting on top of his clothes.
"Harry, wait! My dad was just leaving." I let my dad out, and kept a tight grip on Harry's arm. I didn't want him to leave.
I led him back to the living room, and sat down on the couch.
"Harry, I'm sorry. I didn't know he was gonna react that way."
"He seems fine with it now. There's not much he can do, except to just accept the fact that you're 18."
I thought about it for a little bit, being quiet. Harry gently placed his hand on my cheek, and pulled my face closer to his. Soon, we were sharing a deep, passionate kiss. I later fell asleep on his chest.