All I Ever Wanted (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 7

To those of you who are confused about Sign Of The Times; In this story, it's about Louis because it fits the story. So it's not about a mother who passed away when giving birth to her baby as it's explained to be.

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Chapter 7

The second we arrived in Cardiff, we got out of the car and checked into the hotel we were staying at, Mercure Holland House. The funny thing was that the audition was being held here as well. If I were honest, I had no idea what they were thinking when they decided that we should stay at the same hotel where the audition was because I was pretty sure a lot of people wouldn't be willing to leave the building after it was over, but I hoped the crew had thought about that possibility.

Before entering the hotel, I stayed behind to have a quick smoke. Perrie was kind enough to wait for me while three men working at the hotel took care of our bags and brought them to our separate rooms. I had already lit a cigarette and inhaled a puff of smoke when Perrie decided to speak up.

"So, Harry's song. Have you listened to it?" She asked, looking at me hesitantly as if she were afraid of what my reaction would be.

Looking at the ground, I pursed my lips. "No. I haven't listened to any of his songs," I admitted, turning my gaze back up to meet hers.

She nodded thoughtfully.

"Is... Do you know if it's about me?" I couldn't help but ask, although I wasn't sure if I wanted to know.

She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know since I don't know what you've been through, but it could be," she replied. "Can I ask why you've never listened to them?"

Furrowing my eyebrows, I brought the cigarette to my mouth. "I don't want to be reminded of him and our relationship, I guess. If he were to write a song about me, that is," I explained. "Which I doubt."

"Why is that? You two were in a relationship for five years, Louis," she frowned.

Shrugging, I looked at the street in front of me. "Reasons."

She pursed her lips, understanding that I didn't want to talk about it. "Okay, I get that you wouldn't want to listen to his music if there are songs about you, though. I wouldn't want to listen to any of Zayn's songs if they were about me either."

Letting out a dry chuckle, I put out my cigarette before tossing the butt in a nearby trash can. "Glad we're on the same page about that then."

We headed into the hotel after that. The first thing I noticed was how beautiful everything was. Every piece of furniture was snow-white, and so were the walls while the floor was of polished creamy white tiles. The lobby was quite large with at least eight couches and three flat screens where a few people were chatting.

We walked over to the desk in the left corner of the lobby, where a female receptionist was standing at the computer. The second she noticed who was standing in front of her, she told us what floor our rooms were on before both Perrie and I headed to the elevator.

The people in the lobby didn't acknowledge us as we made our way through the room, pressing the button for it to come down. "I bet all our rooms are on the same floor," I mumbled as we were inside, going up to the twentieth floor.

"Wouldn't surprise me either," Perrie agreed.

The second the elevator dinged and the doors opened, we stepped into the long hallway with rooms on each side. Walking down it, I checked the number on the doors, soon realizing that my room must be at the end of it. Since Perrie was still walking beside me, I assumed hers was as well.