After landing in the beautiful New York City, we couldn't think of anything better than to get our luggage, get into a taxi and take the scenic route into the city where we would try and find a hotel that we could stay in.
Driving through the city was amazing. I couldn't stop taking photos of the incredible buildings and the lit up streets. There were many people coming in and out of places and Logan was in awe of all the pretty colours. It was breathtaking.
The taxi dropped us off in the busy street, telling us that the hotel that stood tall right on front of us, was the best one in the whole of New York. He said that all the famous people stayed here, which I didn't really take notice of but I did take notice of the crowd outside the hotel. It was like they were waiting for something. Or someone?
Sighing, I grabbed as many bags as I could and we all walked across the road to the hotel, making our way through the crowd, with the help of security.
I wondered what was going on.
Once we got inside, the security shut the door for some reason unknown before apologizing for the craziness.
"What was all that about?", Maggie asked as a belle boy took all our bags and put them on a trolley thing.
"One Direction are staying in this building, word has gotten around that they are coming here for a couple of nights until their house gets finished. They should be arriving soon actually", the man said.
And before Luna, Maggie and Logan could start screaming and jumping around, the screaming got louder from outside and we watched as seven security guards pushed five boys through the doors and locked us all inside.
"No fucking way", Maggie whispered excitedly. I slapped her arm for cursing in front of my child before looking back over at the five boys that we goofing around and showing off for the crowd outside.
A big tough looking security guard of theirs came over to us and said, "I heard you got a bit stuck outside. Sorry about that. It's hard to keep those fan under control sometimes"
"That's okay! It was worth it!" Luna giggled, looking over at the five boys that were laughing and joking around on the other side of the room.
"Get your act together", I nudge her quietly. Okay, so I love their music and everything, but the boys themselves and just stuck up rich boys who don't care about anything or anyone but themselves.
The girls knew I had strong opinions about One Direction, but I can't help the way I feel. They are just five annoying boys who are famous singers with girls falling at their feet.
I rolled my eyes, walking to reception and booking us a room. I held my child in my arms, stopping her from wandering away.
When I turned around, the five boys had gone. "One Dwecton Mwumma", Logan whispered in my ear before wriggling around in my grip, wanting to be let go.
"Stop it please Logan", I whisper, holding her in her place.
She whimpered a bit and continued to struggle.
I slowly walked over to my friends, ushering them into the lift as they stood there star struck, looking at nothing in particular. "Okay, you guys have to snap out of it. We didn't move here so you could obsess over stuck up snobs", I say, shaking my head. "I mean, they didn't even notice that we were here, let alone send a glance our way. That's how self centered they are"
The girls chuckled at my dullness before we piled out of the lift and found our rooms. I was sharing one with Logan and the girls were right next door.
As we got inside, I lay Logan on the bed, telling her to stay put while I grabbed out her onesie and a clean diaper.
I changed her out of her clothes and dirty diaper before changing her into her clean PJ's. "We really need to potty train you don't we?", I say, tickling Logan's belly, making her burst into a round of giggles and laughs.
She squirmed away from me, giggling like mad, standing up on the bed, "Stop Mwumma"
"Okay, It's bed time for you baby bear", I say, pulling down the blankets on our big bed before watching my daughter crawl under them and position herself right in the middle of the bed.
"Move over missy! Mummy has to sleep in there too", I laugh, watching as she giggles and shakes her head, waiting for my reaction.
I laugh before pressing my lips to Logan's forehead and whispering, "Goodnight baby bear"
"Gwood Nwight Mwumma", she whispered back, kissing my nose. She sat up, waiting for me to get her pacifier, blanky and teddy.
I know that she could never sleep without them, but I don't know how I will be able to just take them off her, she would die.
After I cleaned myself in the shower, changed into my PJ's and brushed my teeth, I was also ready for bed.
I climbed in, snuggling up close with my now asleep daughter before my eyelids became heavy and I drifted off to sleep.
I was awoken by the sound of crying. Was that a baby?
At first I thought I was hearing things, but then I heard it again. And this time It was louder. It was like it was right outside my door.
Grumbling angry words, I got myself out of bed and walked towards my door. I opened it up to reveal a curly haired boy with a baby wrapped in his arms. He rocked her back and forth, trying to sooth her from her crying state.
"Oh my, I'm so sorry! She hasn't been having a good night, I think she might be ill", He said.
I immediately recognized him for One Direction. "Uh.. it's fine. Do you need some help?"
He looked at me with pleading eyes, "Usually I would say no, but I haven't had sleep all night"
I took the child from his arms, noticing how beautiful this baby girl was. "Uh, is she yours?", I asked, trying to make conversation. After a while of the baby not calming down, I realized that she was sick. "I think she is sick, It happens all the time with babies and toddlers. Do you have a warm bottle of milk?"
He nodded, going into his room and coming out with a baby bottle. "Here, I will be back", I say, going inside my room and getting out some medicine that helps when Logan is like this.
I came back out and gave the baby some of the medicine as the curly haired boy watched me intently.
I rocked her back and forth some more as she started quieting down. I then propped the bottle in her mouth as she sucked on it before slowly falling asleep.
I smiled down at the baby as the curly haired boy stared at me in shock, "How'd you do that?"
Just as I was about to answer, a little voice came from behind me. "Mwumma"
The boy and I both turned to see my little two year old standing in the doorway rubbing her eyes tiredly. "I'll be back in there in a minute Logan, go back to bed baby bear"
She then nodded, disappearing into the room.
I turned and saw the curly haired boy staring at me, "You have a kid?"
I nodded. "Yeah?... Why?"
"No reason. You just look really young", he said.
"I could say the same for you Curly", I say back.
"It's Harry", he chuckled.
I took the babies pacifier from 'Harry' and propped it inside her mouth. "That should do it. If you need help you can just knock on my door. I don't get much sleep anyway"
He thanked me about ten times before we both went back into our own rooms.
I crawled back into bed with Logan before falling asleep again.