AGLOW [L.T]

8

I zipped my bag closed and stood up next to it. I was ready to go. When I woke up this morning I had a minor hangover. My stomach felt a little weird and I had little headache, but other than that I was fine, I didn't drink that much. The thing from yesterday that felt worse today was the Louis thing. I really thought he was just trying to be nice. 

His temper really isn't something to play with. He switched so quickly for such a minor thing. He offered to take me back to the hotel because my friends left me, then just assumed I would sleep with him and got mad when I didn't? Do you have to walk on eggshells around him for him not to go off on you? 

Sophie did say that it's like episodes, but it's still not okay to get that mad about someone not wanting to have sex. He did also expect sex in return of a favor as simple as taking me back to the hotel for that matter, that's so disrespectful. 

It was 11:30 AM and I just got back from lunch. I packed up, got dressed and prepared for leaving to the airport. We were going to fly out with private jets to Milan for a show, the next show wasn't until three days after, so we were just staying in Milan for two days with nothing to do. It was probably for the band to do interviews, or get drunk. I don't really know. 

But that doesn't really matter to me, I'm stuck inside doing schoolwork anyways. 

We were told to be on the bus at 11:45 so I made sure I didn't forget anything, took my jacket and my two bags. I stumbled out in the hall with all of my stuff. I was dressed in black leggings and a big, black hoodie to be as comfortable as possible. My hair was in a ponytail in my neck, I kind of looked like a little boy. 

I put my  black windbreaker on, since my jean jacket needs to be washed. It smells so much like alcohol, I think it was wine. 

I made my way down the hall to take the elevator down to the ground floor. I walk around the corner, struggling to keep everything with me. Eventually I got to the elevator, I press the button and take a deep breath. 

I'm proud, I got here myself

Suddenly I hear a door open and close down the hall, followed by male voices. Voices I've heard before, make your guess. 

The band made their way down the hall, they didn't have a single bag with them, I guess they have people doing that for them. They were laughing at something as they turned the corner. 

"Well, look who we have here" Liam says as they get closer. I sigh, not ready to deal with them. Especially not ready to deal with Louis. I wouldn't want to piss him off again, he's probably really crossed with me already. 

"She lost her speaking abilities again" Harry adds to my silence. I simply choose to ignore them, since they only wanted to annoy me. 

"She doesn't have anything good to say anyway" Louis murmurs. He never really spoke when I was around but now he's gonna start picking on me? I turn my head their direction, Liam stood closest to me, he was in grey sweatpants but wore a white tank top, it's still winter dude. 

Harry stood next to him in a black  zip-up and black jeans, he had a red snap-back on backwards. It made his curls stick out from the edges of the cap. He had his arms crossed over his chest. Niall was standing behind  him, sunglasses on his face, with a Jersey tank top, no clue what team. He was wearing sweatpants like Liams. Louis stood slightly behind Liam with a plain black t-shirt under a grey zip-up. He was wearing black jeans. 

I met eyes with Louis, who was looking at me with pure contempt. His eyes were sternly set on mine, as his brows were slightly furrowed. In fear of making him mad again, I simply just look away. I look back to the elevator doors, waiting for them to open.