Styles on Tour

"Rooftop Garden"

Em's POV:

I woke up to loud banging on my door. I groaned and forced my eyes open, realising I was still on the sofa. I was annoyed, I could have slept in that gorgeous comfy bed. I got over it quick enough though when I realised there will be plenty more hotel rooms like this with lush beds. However it didn't help the fact that my whole body ached like hell after having the arm rest digging into me all night. The banging was persistent and I hauled myself off the sofa and to the door. Unlocking it, I threw it open and was met with my brother who sent me a grin when he saw me.

"Morning sunshine!" He cheered. I scowled.

"What?" I questioned, wanting to know what was so important that he had to wake me.

"Ooo lovely mood today huh?" He teased. I rolled my eyes. I hadn't been in a bad mood, just groggy from having just woken up, but the more Harry talked the more my mood was darkening. Harry must have seen the look on my face. "Sorry I woke you, I thought you'd be awake by now," he smiled sheepishly.

"And when I didn't answer the door you didn't think that maybe I was asleep?" I asked. Harry shrugged.

"It occurred to me, then I heard you groan so figured you were there, I may as well carry on," he said with a cheeky grin.

"Prick," I muttered.

"Anyway, me and the boys are going off to do our sound check now. I wanted to ask if you wanted to come?" He said. At this point Niall and Zayn appeared from inside their respective rooms, ready to go. I rose an eyebrow.

"Why would I want to come to your lame sound check, just to sit there and watch you prance around like idiots?" I said. Harry rolled his eyes, not taking offence by my words in the slightest. For some reason my bitchiness never affects him. I think he knows that it's not the real me, maybe he thinks if he doesn't react to it then I'll stop.

"Okay well we're off now, we'll be back at like 1pm," Harry said. I looked at my phone. 9:30am. 3 and a half hours on my own? Bliss. "Once we're back we can go and see the city yeah?" Harry said, keeping his promise from yesterday. I smiled and nodded, appreciating that. "Order yourself whatever food you want on room service." It hadn't even occurred to me that I was hungry until Harry said that. As if in response to his words my stomach growled and I realised the last time I'd eaten was on the plane. 

I said bye to Harry and the boys who were now all out in the corridor before shutting my door and wandering over to the room service menu. I had a browse through, eventually settling on a bacon sandwich, two hash browns, a coffee, and an orange juice. I rung the number and placed my order, deciding to run and get dressed before the food arrived. I chucked on a clean t-shirt and jeans out of my suitcase and pulled my hair into a ponytail. As I walked back into the living area there was a sharp knock at the door, making me jump. I walked over and opened it to reveal a smartly dressed man holding a silver platter with a domed lid.

"Room service miss?" He asked in a strong accent. I nodded and thanked him as I took the plate. Returning to the sofa I placed the dish on the coffee table and took off the lid. It smelt amazing, even if it was only a simple breakfast. There was a little pot filled with various sauce packets and sugar sachets, so I squirted ketchup inside my sandwich before tucking in. I moaned in satisfaction, it tasted so good. I got up and wandered over to the window while I ate, having a look at the view. It was gorgeous, we looked out right over the city. I couldn't wait till later when we could go and explore. As much as I wanted to just say fuck it and go now on my own, I knew Harry would kill me if he realised I was out wandering the streets by myself. And deep down I was thankful that he'd let me come on this tour, the least I could do was experience the cities with him.