I'm with the Band

ten

Sailor

"Harry open the door dammit! We can't find Sailor!" I shot up in bed, my peaceful sleep interrupted by Lou's constant pounding on the door. My eyes went wide, trying to figure out where the hell I was and why exactly Louis was searching for me.

"You want me to get that or would you like to?" I had to hold back a scream as Harry walked out of the bathroom.

     He wore nothing but the white hotel towel around his hips, revealing all the ink detailed across his skin. My eyes narrowed in on the ferns, poking out from the towel before venturing up his tanned and toned abdomen where a butterfly lay in the middle of, and eventually landing on the two swallows just beneath his shoulders. He cleared his throat, making me shake my head as I met his emerald eyes.

     "Sailor, the door?" He raised a brow at me, pointing his toothbrush at the continued pounding and shouts. I swallowed, shaking my head in order to pull myself out of whatever daze that was holding me, "You're not going to get the door?"

     "No, I was just-"

     "Admiring my beauty? It's alright, love. Apparently I have a lot of eyes on me all the time," He winked, bringing the toothbrush back to his teeth before disappearing into the bathroom once more after yelling at the door, "One sec, mate!"

      I felt the heat creep along my cheeks at the mention of the compliment I'd given him last night and the fact that he'd caught me staring. I fell back against the mattress with a groan, tossing the comforter over my body. This didn't stop Lou's incessant need to find me and the fact that I'd have to explain to him the whole reason I was here. I swear he sometimes thought it was his soul purpose on this Earth to keep tabs on me. 

     Stop being so ungrateful, Sailor. At least you have a whole band of boys that give a shit about you and not to mention, two that quite literally saved you from yourself.

     "Alright, let's get this dramatic scene over with," I mumbled to myself as I threw the covers off and sat up on the edge of the bed. My head was pounding, practically begging me for water. I ignored the nagging feeling, stomping over to the door and throwing it open in frustration. A pang of guilt hit me when I saw the worried looks in their eyes, my heart almost sinking to my feet at the idea of scaring them as much as I did.

     "Sailor? What the fuck happened- Why are you in Harry's room?" Lou had his brow raised, his voice almost uncertain of his own questions.

     "I couldn't sleep last night so I went up to the roof and-"

     "Did he touch you? I swear to God-" Niall pushed past Louis and I, storming into the room before I even got to finish my sentence. He had his hands clenched in fists at his sides as he frantically searched the room, completely missing the fact that Harry was actually in the bathroom he stormed right past. I kept my back against the bathroom door, hoping to avoid any sort of unneeded brawl.

     "Niall will you just chill the fuck out?" I shouted, instantly regretting it as it only seemed to increase my already horrid headache, "If you would let me finish my damn sentence, I was trying to tell you that I couldn't sleep so I went up to the roof to get some fresh air and Harry happened to come up there-"

     The bathroom door opened just then, once again interrupting my explanation and revealing a now dressed Harry. It took all of two seconds before Niall had charged at him, pushing past me with such force that my arm slammed against the doorframe. He grabbed a fist full of Harry's shirt in his hands as he slammed him against the bathroom wall. Harry didn't even fight him, almost as if he were expecting this reaction.