"Okay, just drive faster," I say, frustrated, into the phone. "And when you arrive, go straight to the hotel. Don't stand at the door. There are a lot of fans, and it'll be suspicious. Give your name at the front desk, and they'll take you straight to my room."

We're back at the hotel after a show, and Zayn had the wonderful idea for us to call up some girls to come over to our hotel and... whatever. I didn't say no to his idea either. It would be nice to let out a little steam, and you seem pretty to me, so it might be okay.

We don't do this very often, if managers found out they'd probably make us sign a confidentiality agreement or something like that, it wouldn't be the first time... But I think we deserve a break from all this after a whole week full of shows.

"Don't draw too much attention to yourself, okay? There's a lot at stake," I repeat once more.