One Month.

5-Plans and Planes

--Sydney's POV--

Sometimes, the guys blew my mind. They were a lot more devious than I gave them credit for. At least, Louis most definitely was. I originally expected him to somehow try to stall me so we'd have to be roomed together, but he barely even talked to me after he told me that he was going to win.

He did, however, keep winking at me, clearly knowing something that he wasn't sharing. That was it, though. When I tried to bring up the bet, he would just grin brightly, but not say anything.

"Hey Sydney?" Harry called, dragging my attention away from my thoughts and over to him.

"Yeah?"

"Is it okay if we trade roommates just for a bit? Louis' driving me insane." He asked, his frustration coming across loud and clear. Well that explains why Louis wasn't working on convincing me, he was too busy bothering Harry. Part of me wanted to say no, just to infuriate Louis, but I also knew that he probably was bothering Harry, and that wasn't fair to make him stay there.

"Yeah, sure," I sighed, leaning back in my seat.

"Thank you so much," he said honestly. I smiled a little.

"It no problem, Harry." I could just picture Louis smirking successfully behind me. I must've dosed off, because when I opened my eyes, Niall was lifting me up gently to carry me into the hotel.

"You have a thing for carrying people, don't you?" I asked, smiling at him. He shrugged.

"Only people who need it." He said simply, smiling back. I almost made a comment about being able to walk by myself, now that I was awake, but I knew by now that it wouldn't work. Instead, I just leaned my head against his chest, settling for attempting to go back to sleep.

I forced myself to open my eyes when I felt him set me down on my bed. "Thank you," I mumbled. He smiled gently.

"Anytime." He said, squeezed my hand, then left. Louis entered right around that time, and right away, some of their earlier music started playing.

"Louis," I said, groaning.

"Don't question it, just go to sleep." He said shortly.

"But-"

"Shh." He said, cutting me off. "Just go to sleep." If I had the energy, I would've rolled my eyes, instead, I rolled over completely, and fell asleep.

-

"I hate planes," Niall complained. I looked up, trying to hide my displeasure. It was 3am, and we had been waiting at the airport, for what felt hours.

"I hate mornings," Liam added, groaning.

"You know what I hate?" I asked scathingly, leaning up from where I was laying on our luggage. "People who insist on talk at three in the fucking morning." Zayn was the only one who laughed, the others just glared at me.

"Now, Sydney, play nice," a young man said, walking up like he owned the place.

"No. I am Satan's vessel," I grumbled, causing a burst of laughter from all the boys. I could tell who he was just based on the boys' conversations and his knowledge of who I was. Paul, their amazing manager, in a surprisingly non-sarcastic way. He chuckled a little.

"Well, Satan's vessel, it might please you to hear that your flight is pulling in right now. Waiting time's up," he said, grinning.

"Hallelujah," I mumbled, sitting up. "If I spent one more second here, I was probably going to shoot someone." I mumbled.

"Don't do that. I don't want to do have to turn you into the police," Paul said, laughing.

"Or you could just not and we could all be fugitives together." I suggested.

"I don't think that would work very well for us. We'd be too easily recognized," Harry said.

"He's right. Famous people make horrible fugitives," Paul said seriously.

"Or fantastic ones. How many of your fans do you think would risk imprisonment hiding you from the law if they got to meet you?" I asked sharply. They were quiet for a minute.

"You have totally made me rethink everything," Niall said eventually.

"Please don't break the law. Please," Paul begged. I giggled. Causing chaos was fun. "I blame you," he said, looking at me, "if they go to prison." I laughed loudly.

"Please. I would train them, they wouldn't get caught," I scoffed. He laughed.

"I don't think their lawyers would agree, so let's stay within the limits of the law, and just get on the plane, instead of shooting someone out here. Okay? Great." He said, before I could respond.

"Where are we even going?" I asked, running my hand through my hair.

"LA. We're there for a couple of days, then move on to England." Harry answered.

"Thank you, for actually bothering to remember that," Paul said, nodding to him. Harry smiled at him, looking proud of himself. "Now start walking. With any luck, you can get on before they mob you."

"Oh hurray. More people," I mumbled, and Niall smiled at me.

"True. But they're most likely in the same state of mind as you, so you don't have to worry about them." He offered. I nodded slightly.

"I guess you're right. Still, though." He threw an arm around my shoulders, smiling wider.

"Of course I'm right. No one here really wants to be, so the best plan is to be in a good mood, and bother them before they can bother you!" He said brightly. I laughed.

"I'm not sure that's how it works."

"Oh trust me. It is."