[Niall]

Turning, the sheets wrapping around my legs I opened my eyes to find everything blurry. Forcing myself up I place all my weight on my elbows and upper arms. Grogginess seemed to force it's way through my whole body as I turned.

Unaware of where I was I let the white fabric fall from my bare body as I stood up. I dragged my feet towards the bathroom and began the slow process of waking up. I couldn't help but hate this routine.

The wacky sleeping schedule, constant plane rides and loneliness. Fame wasn't all it was cut out to be. Slumping my shoulders I dropped onto the counter perfectly okay with sleeping this way.

Buzz

Really. I'm barely awake a minute and they call me.

My eyesight slightly clearer I grabbed my iPhone, because what else would I use, and answered the irritating call.

"Hello?"

"Good you're actually awake this time. Your flights been canceled so we got you an earlier one, so get going," spoke the manager that I knew very well as "Shithead".

I instantly hung up knowing it wouldn't help anyone if I missed my flight. Breathing out I grabbed my constant airport outfit, sweatshirt and joggers. Any details weren't my concern at this point as I headed out, suitcase dragging behind me to the front desk.

"have I been checked out yet?" I knew I may have been rude but I had only been awake for 5 minutes and there was no substance in me.

"Yes Mr. Horan," the only muscle moving was their fingers as I turned away and headed to the back.

There sat the usual blacked-out car that I rented and was also required by shithead. I got into the back, the driver already sitting patiently.

"Are you ready?" I nodded my head and sulked into the back placing my headphones over my ears to allow my mind to shut off.

Drifting off I let myself think about the past few days. I had taken a good bit of medication and was still out of it since 70% of it was sleeping pills. The rest was prescribed to me by doctors so I could deal with the constant moving.

When I say constant I'm not being over dramatic, i have been in 3 different countries in 1 day. That isn't good for someone who has insomnia.

Sighing I looked up to find we were heading to the back of the airport where the jet waited. I would say I missed flying public but that would be a lie. What I missed was the ability to move around.

"We're here,"

"Tell them to wait. I'm going inside I'm hungry," I knew this was risky but if I were to go straight into the waiting area I doubt there would be paparazzi.

After some arguing shithead finally let me go in and I almost died from joy. I was starving. Rushing in I made my way to the front counter ordering a lot of candy and a few sandwiches aware that human bodies sadly can't survive on sugar.

I plopped onto one of the two person tables and began chomping away as I scrolled through my phone.

I wonder if anyone has noticed me yet?

looking up I took a look and saw some people whispering but many were business workers who weren't into my music. About to go back to my phone I saw a flash of black.

Hm

This girl sat in front of me, pretty relaxed it seemed, feet up on the chair in front of her. As I looked I was feeling a little, nervous? Sick? I wasn't sure but there was something in my gut.

Her hair seemed to touch the floor, but that wasn't necessarily the shocking part. It was so black, raven like with a bit of shine. Her eyes moved at an alarming speed as she read her book. But I couldn't take my eyes away there was something about her.

Yeah she's good looking but thats not it.

I looked her up and down a couple times noticing the stains coating her white sweatshirt and the multi colors scattered around her black pants. I figured they were from maybe a project she did. Not many people dress up for the airport. She moved her body and swung her legs down, gracefully in some ways, making her way to the counter where she ordered food.

I could care less about any of that I just wish I knew what I was feeling. I wasn't turned on I could tell that for sure. She was pretty but not drop dead hot.

I would think I would remember that hair so maybe I saw something in a magazine or online that reminds me of her?

When she made her way back she plopped down carelessly throwing her food onto the table and finally I met her eyes. They were almost shocking. I felt like she was looking into my soul. They were a electric grey/blue and they were weird that's for sure. But something about them still kept nagging at my gut.

I saw her face furrow in questioningly, her light pink lips lifting up. She didn't seem overly tan for her hair, she seemed actually pale.

I guess she just reminds me of a witch? I don't even know but it's killing me.

She looked down at her book and back at me a couple times as I knew I was staring but I wanted to know what I was feeling.

Buzz

Crap I forgot!

"They're leaving in 2 you better be out here before then," read the text from shithead.

Rushing I jumped up grabbing my food and ran out the gates to my plane. Huffing I plopped into the beige leather seats, letting my food rest in my lap.

"We'll be there in 7 hours so sit back," snapped shithead as he headed over to another area of the jet.

Commence the boredom

I couldn't get her out of my mind though there was just something about her that gave me a weird feeling.