Two Roads ≫ l.s

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A/N: i literally forgot to update, but this fanfic isn't going to be v long so it'll end soooon because i've been extremely busy lately

To both mine, and Louis' fortune, Zayn and Perrie had already claimed one of the double beds as their own, leaving both of us with the other pushed up against the opposite side of the hotel room, overlooking the balcony. Neither of them were particularly fazed by the bed-sharing, so I figured Louis and I would probably be safe under their assumption that sleeping in the same bed could be considered innocent. Although the glint in Louis' eye as we both realized we would be sharing the other bed, accompanied by the thrill he sent flipping inside the pit of my stomach, would've told me otherwise.

"Room service?" Our incredibly intellectual conversation about 'what would actually happen to a hamster in space' was interrupted by a series of quiet knocks on our hotel room door accompanied by a waiter's voice.

"About time!" Zayn exclaimed, swinging his legs off the bed and striding towards the door, obviously taking charge of the 'answering' thing my inner introvert was desperately hoping to avoid. Although, admittedly, the 'inner' was a slightly unnecessary adjective.

He twisted the door handle open, exposing a young, suited man holding out a very full tray, and surprise was suddenly noticeable in his expression to find only four of us in the room as opposed to a whole crowd of people who would have been expected to take on everything we'd ordered. Which by the looks of it, was probably the contents of the entire hotel kitchen.

"Thanks, man." Zayn gave him a grin, taking the tray between his surprisingly strong hands, while also being able to slip a £5 note into his hand in return, and shut the door with the heel of his foot.

"I only asked for a hot chocolate!" Perrie, who had been in the bathroom at the time of the phonecall, burst out laughing at the size of the ice cream sundaes, the unnecessary scones amongst numerous types of cakes, and by the looks of it, the entire 'Hot Beverages' section of the room service menu.

"Well, you never didn't ask for any of this." Zayn justified, to which Perrie rolled her eyes, shuffling up on the bed and allowing Zayn to set himself down with the overloaded tray.

"What happened to 'sticking to the budget?" Louis raised an eyebrow, leaving our bed to join them for the unintentional feast, to which I followed closely, sitting myself down beside him on one of the double cushions at the foot of the bed, the tray sitting in between the four of us.

"A few extra quid is hardly going to break the bank." Zayn scoffed "Besides, you can't say it hasn't gone to excellent use." He gestured to our banquet.

"That wasn't what you said when I asked to borrow a bit of money for a cocktail." Louis smirked.

"You'd rather have a stupid cocktail than this?" He picked up a large mug complete with a mountain of whipped cream and marshmallows, handing it over to Louis with a smug flourish.

"Well I did have that 'stupid cocktail, too." Louis contradicted. "Harry had to help me out."

"Good old Harry." Zayn chuckled at me, handing me another of the four mugs.

He took a sip, before glancing back up at the brown-haired boy. "Wait, where did all your money go, then?"

Louis froze, before flashing a glance over to me, his expression suddenly dissolving into heartwarming giggles, accompanied by a spreading blush as soon as his eyes met my hidden grin.

"What?" Zayn frowned, amused at Louis' sudden laughter. Zayn narrowed his eyes suspiciously at a humour-consumed Louis, before turning his head to me, expecting more of an explanation. Or an answer at all. "What did he spend it on, Harry?"