Butterfly ✿ h.s.

Chapter ✿ 11

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Holly's POV

When we arrive at the conference room set up for breakfast, everyone is buzzing, and I catch murmurs detailing what is going to happen tonight. I follow Poppy up to the long table in the corner of the room and grab two peices of toast and some jam. We sit down at a cafeteria style table, and I'm inbetween Niall and Liam. The conversation keeps buzzing as I spread jam all over my toast but all I can think about is Harry. Am I making him this angry? I shake the negative thought from my head as the big double doors at the head of the room swing open and Zayn strolls through. He's wearing a cream jumper and black skinny jeans, and has styled his hair into a quiff.The chatter continues as he pulls up a seat at the table, but everything goes deathly silent when the doors swing open again. Harry walks in, looking disgruntled. He's wearing a dark green plaid flannel and black jeans, and his trademark chocolate worn out boots. Everyone's eyes follow him as he walks to the food table, gets some breakfast and sits down. The chair scrapes on the linoleum floor as he drags it out from under the table. He plops down in his seat and begins munching his food loudly, using that as a queue for everyone to continue talking. Slowly the noise begins to rise up everywhere again, including at our table. 

"Anyone excited for today?" Niall asks. 

"What?" Louis replies with a mouthful of cereal. Eleanor who is sitting next to him, nudges him. "Oh sorry. What?" Louis says again, this time with an empty mouth. 

"We're going to Bolivar Square today," Niall answers. "It's a huge square that's meant to be really pretty and.. tranquil." 

"So no fans?"

"Apparently, but you know them. They always find us," Niall exclaims, with a hint of sourness at the end. I finish the last of my toast, and I slyly look at Harry. As soon as my eyes connect with his green ones, I aim them back down at the table, a small blush rising to my cheeks earning a small chuckle from Harry.  

"Alright everyone can I have your attention please!" Paul's loud voice echoes across the room. "Thank You. Today we are going sightseeing in Bolivar Square, and anyone who would like to join is welcome. We leave approximately in five minutes, and we may or may not go straight to the stadium, depending on how the fans are feeling today," Paul says, and a small titter goes around the room. "The buses will be waiting outside." He finishes. One by one, everyone in the room goes up to clear their plate. On my way up I pass Lou. 

"Are you going today?" I ask, placing my knife into the washbin. 

"No lovie, Luxy's a little bit tired aren't ya chicken?" Lou coos to Lux, sitting on her hip and she nods. I say goodbye to Lou and Lux and head to the front of the lobby with Poppy. At the main doors there are two security guards there waiting to usher us out to the bus. I peek out the window and I am astonished at what I see. Down the middle of the sidewalk are two barricades and behind them are thousands and thousands of Portugese girls screaming and yelling. Luckily the hotel is soundproof, but everytime the door opens we get a short glimpse at what mania it is outside. 

"Are 'yall ready to go to the bus?" Preston, one of the security guards ask. We nod and are immediately pushed out the doors and into the deafening noise of the screaming girls. We were instructed by the guards on the way over to when we're out in public keep our heads down and don't talk, so we do that. Within moments we're on the bus and the door behind us is closed. We walk up the steps of the bus, and the noise of girls pounding on the bus grows as we walk down to the back of the bus and sit down in the lounge area where there is a semi-circle couch. Moments later, Louis, Liam, Zayn and Niall run onto the bus. They come down to the end where we're sitting and plop down on the couch next to us. Zayn sits close to me and I lean down to rest my head on his shoulder, but immediately recoil when I realise he's wet.