Dear Diary.

I got arrested in fucking Vegas. Don't feel sorry for me just yet because it was part of my bucket list.

So we skipped school on Friday and went straight to the airport. I didn't tell my dad, not that he cares but sort of did when he had to fly to Nevada to bail me out.

This was by far the best birthday I have ever had in my entire shitty  life. I don't know how many times my father yelled 'you are grounded'  like I'm  fucking eighteen...grounded is not in my vocab. In some places in already a legal adult so he shouldn't bullshit with me.

Apparently  on our last day in Vegas, a search warrant came to our suite. I had nothing to hide of cause fuck that if I had known Louis had carried his stuff with him. He always carries weed not cocaine. Where the fuck did he get that ? It was such a shame, my father came in four hours and ruined the party.

Zayn and Liam fucked cougars and lied that they were over twenty-one...they were kind if hot though..With Zayn already having facial hair I totally get why they fell for it while they did that, Niall and I gambled until our money was finished. Niall, Louis and I couldn't fool anyone even if we wanted to we looked like teenagers. Zayn and Liam just fit the part, they looked like college kids.

The good news is we all got laid. There was a family in the Royalty suite right next door. They had a beautiful seventeen year old daughter well it wasn't even hard convincing her because we all wanted a night to remember in Vegas. Fucking a stranger should be part of the deal right.

When my dad bailed us out, I felt like my head was going to crack. I had never had a hang over this bad. You obviously  can't compare amateur high school parties to Vegas.

Just a few more months till I'm a college kid then it will be Vegas everyday.

H.