LOUIS POV-
Niall was pacing back and forth in the hotel room. His tennis shoes pounded against the wood at every step.
He had his large hands tangled through his golden locks of hair tugging down. If he pulls any harder he is gonna go bald.
I glance back at the computer screen placed on my desk. A number of addresses sit on the screen.
4578 Holland drive,
4936 Oakwood ave,
4926 Maple road,I look back up at panicked Niall.
"Mate stop. Your gonna rip out all your hair." I lower my tone trying to calm him down.
"How am I supposed to stop? Louis were fucked."
"I know.. I know..." I slam the computer shut and pounce out of my seat. I tap my foot along the wood.
Think Louis. Think.
I scratch my head.
Three addresses, only one is correct.
"We gotta go to all of them and hope we choose the first one correct." I say.
Niall stops pacing.
"We don't have time for that."
He says removing his hand from his hair."Well it sucks doesn't it."
He nods his head at my remark.
"Fine your right. Text Liam." Niall's voice trembles with the words.
"Which address?"
"Uhhh- eenie, meenie, miny, mo." He points to each of his fingers trying to decide.
"Oh fuck it my gut is telling me number two."
I pull out my phone and text Liam "4936 Oakwood ave."
Liam responds immediately.
"You better be fucking right Louis." I can hear his voice through the message shouting at me.
"Well if we die it's your fault Ni."
His mouth drops open. He sticks his middle finger up at me.
"Rude."
He can't help but burst out with laughter. I follow immediately after. I'm too scared to think rationally right now.
Tears welt in my eyes from the laughing.
We must look fucking ridiculous.
We catch our breathe and I turn to face him.
"Okay so now that that's done can we get Chinese food I'm starving plus I figured potstickers are a good final meal." Niall says plopping onto the bed.
"Of course." I say relaxing back into the seat.
Niall types the order in through his phone. He already knows what I want to eat because we order way to much Chinese food.
My mind flickers onto Maya.
"Hey Niall."
"Yeah Lou." He looks up from the phone.
"You think Harry is gonna kill her?"
"M'don't think so."
"Why's that." I kick my feet up on the desk so I face him.
"I can tell he likes her. Plus she's made it this far."
"And she's gorgeous." I add in.
He nods.
"I feel shitty going behind her back about this."
"Same Lou. But we are protecting her even if she hates us for doing it."
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