The year is 2018, two years after One Direction went on hiatus, and also two years after Louis and Harry went their separate ways. Truth be told, they went their separate ways already a few months before that. They just pretended they were still on...
The last contestant soon left the stage, and the audition tour was officially over. We went only a few minutes later and headed back to the dressing room, where all our luggage was. I wanted to wash my face clean from all the makeup the stylists had applied, but I didn't have enough time to do that before we had to leave the place.
We were exiting through the backdoors on the other side of the stadium, where we had entered earlier, but since the place was basically a labyrinth, neither of us could find the way out, so Patrick stayed behind to guide us.
Once we stepped outside, there was thankfully already a cab waiting for us, so we hurried over and put our baggage in the trunk before getting into the vehicle, Harry bringing one of his suitcases to place it at his feet as he did earlier.
"So, what are the plans for tonight?" Nick asked from the passenger seat, turning his head back to look at us.
"We're eating at this restaurant at eight, which is only in... forty minutes," Perrie informed, checking her phone to see what time it was.
"Huh," he breathed out. "We're barely going to have time to relax until we have to leave again."
I raised my eyebrows at him. "What? You can't handle the pressure?" I teased, imitating him when he asked me the same thing.
He shot me a glare, deciding not to reply to me. Meanwhile, Perrie nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I know, but I'm sure it'll be worth it. I heard they've reserved a table for us at some fancy restaurant."
"I sure hope so," Nick muttered before turning back around in his seat.
We all stayed quiet for the rest of the ride. Now that I thought about it, I hadn't heard Harry utter a word since we left the judges' table earlier. Sure, that wasn't very unusual these days, but he had been even more quiet since the situation with Logan.
The second the driver pulled over outside the hotel, we got out of the cab and headed towards the building. Fortunately, no fans seemed to have caught up on the fact that we were staying here, so we were inside the hotel in only two minutes.
A few workers from the hotel came out to help us bring our suitcases inside while we followed behind. The first thing I noticed was that the walls were basically made of windows, and there was a big water fountain in the middle of the place. It surprised me because it looked more like a hotel you would see in a warm country and not in cold Ireland, but it was beautiful nonetheless.
We headed up to our rooms as soon as we were handed our room keys. It turned out that Harry was staying in the room next to mine again, which didn't surprise me anymore since we had stayed next to each other at every hotel we had been to his journey.
The second I had closed the door behind me, I dropped my suitcase on the floor before sitting down on the edge of the king-sized bed that was located in the middle of the room. Like in all the other hotel rooms, there was a flat screen on the wall opposite the bed and a large window covering the wall on the right side. I quickly realized that the view here was almost as beautiful as it was in Leeds.
I grabbed my phone to send a quick message to Eleanor, telling her I would be at her place tomorrow to pick up Clifford. I then got to work, stripping off my clothes to put on something nicer than my Adidas track pants and jacket set. I found a yellow, black and white sweater with the logo 'tomorrow' on it at the bottom of my suitcase, so I pulled it over my head before grabbing a pair of light blue jeans that were ripped at the knees. It might not be the fanciest of outfits, but I liked it.
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