The year is 2018, two years after One Direction went on hiatus, and also two years after Louis and Harry went their separate ways. Truth be told, they went their separate ways already a few months before that. They just pretended they were still on...
I was awakened by my alarm clock the following morning, the sound ringing annoyingly in my ears. With a groan, I rolled over to the other side of the bed, not feeling like waking up. The disturbing part was that the ringing didn't stop, and I could still hear it when I pressed the pillow against my ear, so I let out another groan and reached over to grab my phone and turn it off.
"For fuck's sake," I muttered into my pillow.
After a while of getting used to the sunlight that was seeping through the blinds of the room, I reluctantly got out of bed to take a shower. It was only seven-thirty, way too early for someone who was not a morning person, but hopefully, the shower would help me wake up a little bit.
Once I was finished and had gotten dressed in a black, white and blue Rag & Bone tracksuit, I trudged down the stairs to give Clifford some food before snatching a granola bar myself, eating it on my way upstairs since I had to pack my bag for the next two days.
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It was a good thing that I was a quick packer and only brought the most necessary stuff (unlike Harry), so I was finished in only ten minutes. I just had to fetch my toiletry bag from the bathroom and place it in my bigger bag with my other belongings.
"Cliff, are you ready to leave?" I called when I trudged down the stairs, bag slung over my shoulder. He was staying with Eleanor again, which I was sure he wouldn't mind since it had been almost two months since he had spent time with Bruce now.
He let out a loud bark as I passed his bed where he was sitting, his tail wagging from side to side. He followed me to the hallway, where I slipped on my white Adidas sneakers before snatching a white Adidas jacket in case I would get cold. I was pretty cold-blooded, so it was better to be safe than sorry.
After going on a short walk with Cliff to let him do his necessities, I put him into my black Audi along with my bag and baby blue pillow - which I almost forgot in all hurry - before driving off to Eleanor's place. Thankfully, she didn't live far away since I noticed that I didn't have more than ten minutes until I needed to be at the arena when turning on the engine.
"Be a good boy to El these next few days, alright?" I told Clifford when I dropped him off.
Eleanor told me to have fun in Manchester, being the nice girl she had always been since I got to know her. I thanked her before closing the door behind me and heading out to my Audi. I then drove off again, speeding along the streets to the arena, not being half as careful as I had been yesterday when I drove Harry around the city.
I arrived at the arena at nine o'clock on the dot, getting out of my car with a hammering heart due to stress. Harry, Nick and Perrie were already there, chatting at the black Range Rover parked in the lot. The weather was unusually nice for early October, which was probably why they weren't already in the car.
