"Location: California, LA.
"Straight off the plane and to a new hotel..."
These were the words scribbled at the top of my journal.
With a mindful of thoughts and pen to paper, I couldn't help but continue.
"Why can't we just either stay in the UK or stay in the US? I'm tired. I'm tired of being lonely... I'm tired of being alone and falling asleep in these damn beds. Yes, I'm always surronded by my four best friends but I crave more, the things I'd do to have a stable relationship and to have that one constant in my life, I need that. But why does it feel so wrong to want that?
I'm tired of being portrayed as a 'womanizer' or the guy who is 'dating' somebody simply because I'm seen with them. I'm not like that... okay?"
'Oh shit! It's 2 am..." I sighed as I remembered we have a 7 am call for a day of press and photo-shoots.
I reach out to grab my journal off the dresser that is next to my bed. With one final thought, I quickly add.... "Will I see you today?"
Drowsiness overcomes me and within minutes, I'm asleep.
A/N - I have seen that there is another fanfic with the name 'Journals' but I just wanted to say that this is in NO way a rip off or copy of that story. The name just fits the kind of way I wanna with this story. It may be a little choppy to begin with but lets see how I go eh? :) ... x
