Harry felt more than awkward, as he walked down the hallway to room 917, officially kicked out of his own room, after only one night. The Mickey Mouse heads that lined the wall mocked him with their little smirks, as he came to a stop in front of the right room and knocked.
Only a second later the door opened and Liam popped his head out.
“Oh, Harry,” He greeted, pulling the door open the rest of the way and Harry stumbled into the room, that was identical to he and Niall’s, though perhaps a bit cleaner. Well, one side was, the other side rivaled Niall’s side of the room, clothing and other random items strewn about carelessly.
Liam shut the door behind Harry, and leaned against it.
“Right, so,” He muttered, rubbing his hands together. “Lou should be back sometime soon. He and Eleanor went for dinner. That’s my bed there,” Liam pointed to the made up bed, and Harry’s eyes widened as realization of what he was hearing hit him.
Prince Charming was fucking Chip.
“Oh my God,” Harry muttered and Liam cocked his head, eyebrows knitting together in confusion, “You’re the one that Niall is having over.”
Liam nodded, and coughed awkwardly, “He didn’t tell you it was me, did he?”
Harry wordlessly shook his head and Liam rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, well, I mean. We’re just friends, except…”
“Except not?” Harry asked, raising his own eyebrow.
“Alright, well, I’m leaving,” Liam, muttered, avoiding the question as he reached for his key. “Have a good night Harry.”
“Not as good as yours,” Harry said and Liam paused, halfway out of the door and turned his head with a crooked smile.
“I like cheeky Harry more than quiet Harry, keep it up kid.”
The door slammed shut behind Liam, and Harry stood awkwardly in the room that wasn’t his, feeling a bit like he was intruding on someone’s personal life. He looked around the space, eyes landing on the chest of drawers, that’s surface was littered with wrappers and a few Polaroid pictures.
He picked one up, and smirked down at the picture of Louis, dressed up as Peter and entertaining a child. It was absolutely precious. Louis was absolutely precious.
Harry set it back down and sat down on Liam’s made bed, pulling his legs up onto it and reaching for the remote. It was relatively early, only just nearing midnight, but he didn’t know where Zayn was, Liam and Niall were fucking a couple of rooms down, hopefully not in his bed, and Louis was out with his girlfriend.
And as those were the only four people Harry had had the pleasure to meet, he was pretty much stuck with the shitty TV for company.
He was halfway into an episode of NCIS when he heard a key slide through the door, and he looked up to see Louis pushing his way into the room. Harry sat up awkwardly, mouth opening to explain why he was currently in his room, but Louis just took once glance at Harry’s presence and snorted.
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Disney Magic
FanfictionIt had been perfect timing on his part, with the workers on strike, Disney was looking to hire anyone with a pulse, and Harry had one of those. Stuffed into a furry costume, Harry found himself face to face with the Magical World of Disney. A magica...
