It has been more than a month since I escaped from the army and a lot has happened since that night. For example: I wrote dad about 20 letters, telling him about my new life, but leaving out the part that I am with 1D. Luckily we kept moving; otherwise he would've found me already. Harry got me my first cell phone, since I didn't have anyone outside the army dad never saw the use on getting me one. I am still learning how to work it. We have been to about 10 venues and each one more beautiful than the previous. Harry has become my best friend/bodyguard. He helps me with everything including choosing outfits. I met the rest of the crew even the backstage people and they are so welcoming.

Their concert tonight is in the beautiful city of New York at the Ralph Wilson Stadium.

"Are you going to be okay on you own?"

"Yes, thank you Zayn."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am finally going to have a peaceful night alone. And I don't have to share my popcorn." He has been so protective over me.

"Are you talking about the popcorn Niall is eating?"

"Niall, seriously." He gives me an 'I am sorry smile'.

I take the bowl from his hands and place it on my bed

"Come on boys, we have to leave." Liam yelled struggling to get his quiff perfect.

"You look great Liam."

"You too." He said pointing at my pj's.

"Thank you sir." I even added a curtsy.

He just smiled and shook his head at my silliness.

They all left and I welcomed the quietness

It was the first night in a very long time that I have to spend time on myself. I switched on the TV and change to the channel the boys are going to appear later and made myself home on the bed. I grab the popcorn from the edge of the bed where I placed it earlier. I lie there thinking of how far I've come since that night I climbed in the bus.

I haven't written to dad in three days. I sat up and saw the pad Zayn was doodling on earlier. I walked over to the table and grabbed the pad and a pen and went back to the bed. I look at the stick figures on the paper. This kid draws the weirdest things.

I turn the page and started a letter to dad. The sudden sound of 'Best song ever' distracts me and I look at the TV screen. Still can't believe that they wanted to share their dream with me. They are the most amazing people in the world.

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The screeching sound of my cell phone wakes me. I have to blink my eyes a few times before I could focus on the screen. Niall? Why would he phone me?

"Niall?" I ask confused

"Ivanna, I need your help!"

I push the pad off my body and got up from the bed. "Niall, calm down and take a deep breath. Tell me what's going on?"

I can hear him trying to calm himself down. "I am stuck in the janitor's closet. I am blocked in by fans. Please get Paul to help."

"Niall where is this janitor's closet? Back stage at the stadium?"

"No I am back at the hotel. I wasn't feeling well so I came back before the boys. Please help, I am claustrophobic."

"Okay, relax I am going to call Paul."

"Thanks Ivanna. Please hurry."

I hang up on him and dialled Paul's number. "Come on Paul. Answer." No answer. "Dammit!"

I look around the room and notice 3 cell phones on the counter. Harry, Liam and Louis'.

"Zayn." I search for his number as fast as I can. "Come on please."

"Hello?"

"Zayn? Oh thank goodness. Niall needs your help."

"Ivanna, breathe baby girl, what's wrong?"

"He is stuck in the janitor's closet in the hotel."

"Sorry babe but we are still at the stadium. It is going to be awhile before we get there. I will send one of the security guards." I can hear one girl screaming at him. If I could I would strangle her through this phone.

"Don't worry I will figure something out." With that I hang up on Zayn.

I walk up and down in the room trying to figure out what to do. I got an idea and grabbed my hoodie and headed for the door. I corner the first hotel staff I see and ask them where the janitor's closet is. I headed in the way she explained.

I didn't even need to ask, I should've just followed the screams of the dozen girls. Hotel management are trying their best to control the situation.

I clear my throat. "This way, I saw him run this way!" I didn't even finish yelling when the mob ran my direction. I led them for a while and then slipped away.

I made my way back to the closet. I look around to see if anyone saw, but even the hotel management ran with the mob.

I gently knock on the door. "Niall? It's me Ivanna. Come on we have to go before they come back."

He slowly opens the door and peeks through.

"Put on this." He takes the hoodie from me and quickly puts it on. "Come on."

I grab his hand and lead him back to our room. With the hoodie over his head we even walked right pass the mob and they didn't even see him.

"Next time I am bringing Pixie." Niall laughs at my comment. Little did he know I am serious.