Bree and I got back from shopping full of bags from various stores. We bought dresses, shoes, sunglasses, and tons of other stuff for no apparent reason. We caught a cab and went back to the hotel.
I opened the door quietly and saw all the boys sitting on the couch watching the notebook. Crying. We put our bags down softly and approached the couch. I came behind Louis and Liam and spoke as loudly as I can.
"Aww whats so sad?" They all jumped like they were watching a horror movie, but with tears streaming down their cheeks.
"Uhh... nothing. We weren't crying, we were sweating through our eyes, y'know" said Zayn. Bree recorded the whole thing yet the boys didn't notice.
"Just to let you guys know, this will be on twitter later" said Bree in a devious voice while looking at her phone. They're eyes widened as they began to get up. Bree and I ran for the room and locked them out, getting a chance to upload the video. We stacked the door with random furniture in case they were able to break the door.
That's when I got a phone call.
My father called and said that he would not be coming back from work, only staying a year longer traveling the world. My heart sank as soon as he told me the news, because it already has been so long since I've seen him in person.
Bree comforted me as we moved the furniture out of the door way. I came out the room looking depressed and the boys gave me worried looks.
"Whats wrong babe?" said Niall in his thick cute Irish accent.
"My father isn't going to be at home with me for another year, now im alone."
"Don't worry honey we'll figure something out" said Liam as he gave me a small grin and came over to comfort me, along with all the boys and Bree. I may not have known them all for long, but these were the best people to ever happen to me.