Sophia's POV:
After two days, three concerts, tons of alcohol, and no sleep: I was ready to crash. Brielle and I had successfully ignored both Harry and Louis in an attempt to figure our own shit out. To make matters worse (Or better, depending how you look at it), I broke my phone. Smashed it to bits. I was going to get a replacement but Mother Nature (Aka Brielle) decided we should do a 'technology cleanse'. Meaning no phones, no computers, no social networking, no television, NOTHING. So far all we had done was smoked an eighth of weed and getting SO drunk we wouldn't be able to use technology anyway. Which was fine with us.

We were laying on top of the tour bus in the parking lot with Zayn, smoking.

"This is fun!" Brielle said, clearly stoned.

I nodded, "When did you think of this Zayn?"

He laughed, "Two years ago. I wanted to smoke and I hid it from the boys for awhile so I'd come up here and do it. Looking at the stars, peace and quiet, weed... It was perfect. They called it 'Zayn time'."

I laughed, "And what did they think you were doing during 'Zayn time' if they didn't know you were smoking."

He turned his head towards mine and grinned cheekily, "Having phone sex with my girlfriend."

Brielle and I began laughing hysterically , "Oh my fucking God you're shitting me?!"

He shook his head smugly, "Nope! I never corrected them either. Better phone sex than illegal narcotics."

I heard 'First Day of My Life" begin to play and my head shot up, looking at Zayn, "You listen to Bright Eyes?!"

He grinned and nodded before looking at his phone and wearily answering it, "Hello?"

"NO TECHNOLOGY!" Brielle screamed, causing us to burst into a fit of giggles.

He covered his ear with his hand and narrowed his eyes, "Uh yeah mate actually she's right here. Hold on."

He held the phone out to me, "It's Louis."

I rolled my eyes, "Yes?"

"Where are you Sophia." He said, annoyed.

"On top of the world Lou! Can't talk!" I hung up the phone and tossed it back to Zayn.

"No technology, sorry." I grinned and stuck my tongue out.

He smirked and shrugged his shoulders, before putting his arm around me.

"You know what I just realized!" Bri squealed, sitting up right.

We looked at her, amused, "What?"

"You guys don't know American culture like I do. You know what we're doing before we leave Boston?" She grinned.

"What are we doing before we leave Boston!" I mocked with fake excitement.

"Going to one of the staple features of the USA, Boston Redsox baseball."

I wasn't stupid, I knew what baseball was. But I'd never actually watched an entire game before. I'd never watched more than a minute. I didn't really even know the rules.

"I don't get baseball Bri."

"Me either." Zayn added.

She just pouted, "Well I do and we're in MY home so we're going and that's that."

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Even though everyone except for Niall was against it, Brielle complained until we agreed to go. So there we were, being escorted into a box in Fenway Park. Brielle dragged me through the room and out to the seats overlooking the field. For the first time ever, I saw a genuinely happy smile on her face. She took a deep breath and smiled, "Fenway Park. Over 100 years old and still so beautiful. This right here, is American culture. Fuck the trash TV and New York City. This place is my favorite." She beamed.

"I thought you lived in Arizona or whatever?" I asked, confused.

"I went to Makeup Artistry school there. But I grew up here in Boston. Where we love baseball almost as much as we love red meat and curse words." She giggled.

I looked out over the neatly groomed field and smiled, attaching my arm to Brielles. It was definitely gorgeous.

"Wait if you lived here your entire life, why haven't you gone to visit your family?"

She smiled, "That's why we're here."

"Wait wait wait, what?" I asked, confused.

"My dad owns the team. Tom Werner. My mom died when I was 6 and he insisted on carrying on her legacy so I took her last name, Coxen. But I've always been a daddy's girl for a reason. This is my home. Fenway is home to me. So I wanted to bring you all here!"

I smiled and rested my head on her shoulder.

She started giggling, "Remember how Harry was saying he wanted to get serious about me?"

I nodded, "Yeah why?"

"Well today he's definitely gonna get what he asked for."

"And why's that?"

I heard an older man's voice in the box and turned around abruptly, "Because he's about to meet my father."

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