Where The Road Starts

With celebrities comes drama, and there is entirely too much of it in their lives already without the paparazzi following their every move. Andrea and Kyra never thought that their trip to Paris, France for a semester in school would turn into the most dramatic experience of their lives. Will the two girls find the boys of their dreams, or the men of their nightmares?

I am not a 'Directioner' nor do I hate One Direction. My friend asked me to write this therefore I am doing so. This is not my best work because my heart is not in it and I know there are many grammar mistakes -- sorry.


2. Just a Break

Harry's P.O.V.

It's so nice to get away from all of that One Direction craziness for a couple of months and just hang out, 'boy band bonding' is what management dubbed it. Just me and the guys, no Paul, no Simon, no one really responsible and over 21. It feels amazing to have this much freedom! For a few months we decided to rent a penthouse flat in Paris, France so we have enough room for wild parties and extra rooms for if our families want to stay over a couple of nights. 

Catching a flight at 1am to avoid hoards of crazy fans really messes you up, like a lot, but here we our in our new flat in Paris! I get up and slowly make my way to the kitchen. Obviously we have absolutely nothing; we were supposed to get stuff this morning but it's mid-afternoon and the lads are still sleeping. A loud crash resounded around the house and an even louder voice followed: 

"Who put a desk right next to my bed? Who's smart idea was that?" 

"It comes like that Lou so go back to sleep!" Zayn yells back from his room. Louis stumbles down the hall and sits down on a couch in the living room. He sees me standing against the counter in the anointing kitchen and asks,

"What's for breakfast Chef Styles?"

"Well," I say in an overly enthusiastic voice, "we have empty shelves, fake flowers and dust on the menu this fine morning Mr Tomlinson."

"Sounds scrumptious." He mumbles, "so resorting scrounging the streets are we?"

"I guess."

"Alright Harry, I expect you to be ready and at the door in five minutes flat. We are on the road in five minutes from that." Louis commands.

"Ye sir." I solute.

"So where's the closest cafe?" He asks in a slightly less commanding tone.

"How am I supposed to know?" I sass.

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