Styles on Tour

"Toronto Baby!"

Em's POV:

"I don't wanna go!" I complained as I dragged one of my suitcases down the stairs, the loud thud, thud, thud of the wheels hitting the wood accompanied my moaning. Liam chuckled from the hallway where he was dumping his suitcase before smiling up at me.

"But we're heading to America Em!" He said, excitement clear in his voice. "Well, Canada first," he added with a shrug.

"There's so many amazing places coming up Em, you're gonna love it." Harry appeared next to me as he spoke, putting a hand on my shoulder. I pouted up at him.

"Will there be a gorgeous beach on the doorstep and cocktails being served 10 metres away?" I asked stubbornly, trying to drive home my point.

"Well the cocktails can be arranged if you so desire," Louis grinned with a bow in my direction. I smirked.

"You'll regret saying that when I have you making me drinks every half an hour."

"What do you think room service is for Em," Louis said with a raised eyebrow. I giggled. "And as for the beaches, that we can provide. The beaches in America are gorgeous." I looked at Harry for confirmation and he nodded smiling.

"Okay okay, I'll stop complaining," I said with a grin. 

Niall appeared at the top of the stairs as I turned to go up and get the last of my bags. I smiled at him as we passed each other and he grinned back. I went to my room and picked up my holdall and guitar, doing one last sweep of the room to make sure I had everything. I also made a silent vow to myself to play my guitar more when we got to the hotel. I hadn't played it in a while and I wanted to put together an acoustic version of Story of my Life for Harry. I brought my stuff downstairs where I found the others all waiting and ready to go. Eleanor was there with her suitcase and I pouted at her. 

"I don't want you to go," I said. She mimicked my facial expression and pulled me into a hug.

"I have had the best time with you," she said as she squeezed me tight. "Can't wait to see you again real soon." I smiled at her as we pulled apart and nodded.

"Me neither."

"Right everybody out!" Liam called as he opened the front door. Two taxis were sitting outside on the road and we loaded our bags into them.

"I swear you need a whole taxi just for your luggage Em," Harry huffed as he lifted my suitcases into the boot. I rolled my eyes and hit his arm while I reached up and pulled the boot closed. Me, Harry, Niall and Zayn climbed into one taxi while Louis, Eleanor and Liam got in the other one and before I knew it the beautiful house was disappearing behind us as we drove away.

"How long does it take to fly to Toronto?" I asked Harry. I was slumped in a plastic chair with my head on his shoulder.

"Only 4 hours," my brother replied and I nodded, glad it wasn't going to be an horrendously long journey. Although the boys private jet could leave whenever, we were currently sat waiting for Eleanor's flight back to England to be called so we can say goodbye. Her and Louis were currently sat a few seats down from us, their heads close together while they chatted away. I smiled at the two of them and told myself to try and cheer Louis up later when we landed. Suddenly Niall sat down in my line of vision and I transferred my attention to him. He held out a coffee cup.

"One caramel latte, m'lady," he said in his best British accent. I giggled and sat up straight, taking the coffee from him.

"Thanks Nialler," I said before taking a sip of the warm liquid. Niall handed Harry his cappuccino before sitting back and sipping his own drink.