but the wait will be worth it

chapter forty three

Present day
About one week later
October 31st 2012

"Hurry up, you've been in there for like three hours!"

I sighed while placing the red face paint back onto the counter. Zayn continued to bang on the door, which caused me to kick it harshly from the inside of the bathroom.

"I actually came in here at..." I tapped my phone to see the time, "like 7:42. Which was only twenty minutes ago," I yelled back.

Zayn stopped hitting the door. With a grin, I went back to brushing on the paint as it was now quiet from the other room.

I washed my hands and put a bit of mascara on, to make my eyelashes look less thin. Clara says that mascara makes my eyes pop, which is good for cameras and being on stage.

To top it all off, I put a bit of purple glitter over my eyelids. Gazing at myself in the mirror, I admired my amazing makeup job. The painted on lightning bolt showed off it's incredibly straight lines, as I had quite a steady hand.

I had spray painted my hair red earlier, and straightened it too. To make the costume even better, Clara had picked up some contact lenses for me earlier— one brown and one blue. The costume was going to look amazing.

After a few minutes, I realized that I hadn't heard Niall or Zayn for a long time. I wondered what they were doing. Zayn had probably just given up on getting whatever he had needed from the bathroom.

As I was putting on my third and last layer of mascara, I heard some noises coming from the outside of the bathroom. It sounded like scratching, and my eyes widened.

Hotel rooms would always freak me out. I mean, how hard was it for some maintenance guy who has the keys to every room to just come in and kill you?

"Zayn, is that you?" I asked, becoming worried. I didn't receive a response.

"Zayn, if this is some lame attempt at getting me back from that Halloween prank this morning, don't even try. That was awesome."

I furrowed my eyebrows when it remained silent, reaching for the handle. Before I could open the door, it was pushed open and I jumped back with a scream.

In the doorway stood Zayn and Niall, Zayn holding a safety pin that he had used to pick the lock, and both with smiles on their faces.

Zayn's eyebrows shot up after getting a good glimpse at my costume. "David Bowie! I like, but couldn't even tell you were Harry at first!" he said before taking some white face paint into the bathroom with him. I rolled my eyes, before walking out of the door and plopping down onto the bed.

Zayn went into the bathroom and locked it behind him, as Niall came over and sat beside me.

"Scaredy cat," he giggled. I gave him a frown.

"I thought the whole reason of this rooming arrangement was for you guys to protect me," I mumbled. Niall rolled his eyes.

"Oh Harry, you don't need protecting. You just need someone to make sure you're safe from your own self," he laughed. I turned to him with another forced, but annoyed frown.

"You make me sound like I should be in some insane asylum," I muttered. Niall patted me on the back.

"Let's not approach that subject. Anyways, those chips from yesterday, the ones sitting on the counter? I know you ate them. You owe me some now."

I shook my head. "Zayn ate them. It was when we were here watching some horror film, you were at the bar. I saw him eat them with my own eyes."

Niall's eyebrows shot up as he gave a laugh. "And can I trust your eyes? Those same eyes that swore he saw Freddy Krueger in the hallway earlier?"