Alive.

chapter two

I will love you till the end of time, I will wait a million years
(a/n Lana Del Ray is life)

Harry ~

After that never ending plane ride my usual morning grogginess was worst. I've never been a morning person and going through a ten hour plane ride didn't help at all. The seat was stiff and there was a little boy with a annoying high-pitched voice that kept kicking my seat from behind. I tossed and turned as I tried to find a comfortable position while being careful not to touch the snoozing old man beside me.

Okay maybe I overreacted at the hotel but that guy had it coming for him. The moment was a blur but I clearly remember being shoved out of the hotel while yelling unintelligent words back at the man at the check in.

With my stuff tightly clutched in my hand I was seconds away from whipping it at the guards The threats of calling the police didnt phase me but when the black SUV's packed with paparazzi came rolling in I ran from the scene.

When I end up on Niall's doorstep after the mishap at the hotel I was close to snapping.

His yard was clean and organized in the typical rich celebrity type way. Niall had no problem showing off his wealth. His lawn was a lush green color and cut to perfection. He left no room for error. The bushes consisted of three different types of flowers such as, roses, marigolds and lilacs. The color of the lilacs consumed my attention and I was more then tempted to snap off a few to steal. The brick front of the house was shapped so you could get a view of most of the front side of the home. A long extravagant staircase led to the mahogany wood door. The ornamental rim on the door gives the door a dramaric lift. The lavish property was ostentatiously topped off with a house party every Saturday night so that everyone could get a view of their dream house.

I walk up the stairway feeling a little out of place in the fancy and proper place Niall possesses. I give the door a bang then ring the doorbell a few times.

"Harry what are you doing here?" Niall asks with a yawn.

"I need a place to stay." I say and burst through the doors. Everything is rearranged since I last came. Speaking he hasn't been here for awhile either; it's very tidy for Niall.

The door opened up to a spacious foyer. Most of the heavy furniture has been relocated or pushed against the walls so there is an empty space in the center of the foyer. Two extravagant stairways purely made of marble were lined with mahagony railings that matched the doors.

"Hold on, what happened to your hotel?" Niall runs after me. He is lazily dressed in a shorts and a loose t-shirt, his obvious and usual night attire.

"Nothing." I snap, my legs are still sore from the whole ordeal. My hands are bruised and my knuckles are split from punching a wall on my way out of the hotel. The blood smudged on my jeans, tiny areas were blotted with red spots.

Niall smirks after acknowledging my wounds and messed up clothing. "Did you get kicked out again?" Dark circles rim his eyes and the lack of sleep is evident. Everyone in the band has been affected by the loss of sleep. I think I have insomnia or something because I can go a full night without sleeping a wink.

"Yeah okay so go lecture me on why I shouldn't of called that guy a bitch but that won't change the nasty black eye I gave him." I feel emotionally and physically exhausted with the most part of humanity. My back aches and my stomach rumbles loudly. I hadn't had a chance to grab some food, I was planning on getting a small breakfast at the hotel room service until...

Niall gasps and opens his mouth to respond to my hateful comment but shuts it tightly. He knows better than to argue with me, one way or another I will come out victorious. "You know where the guest room is." He plainly says and walks to the kitchen.