Yours

Sir yes sir Louis Tomlinson sir

[Rebecca's POV]

           So both Harry and Niall were in tears last night that wasn't good. I haven't told anyone about Harry yet. I just felt like it was something I should keep to myself. I just don't understand why he would be crying if Niall said he couldn't care less. My guess is that Harry really does care. His attitude doesn't help me and the fact that the band is falling apart before his eyes doesn't help him. Right now, I was just sitting on my bed in total confusion about Harry. The couples went out to spend time together since they haven't had time for a few days. It's just Niall, Harry, and I in one hotel room. Paul dragged Harry out saying he needed to socialize. Neither of us were too  happy about that. When Harry came into the room, it was like what happened last night never happened. Paul wanted Harry and I to go out today, but I didn't want to leave Niall all alone. I'd feel bad.

I was staring at Harry wondering how he can switch moods so fast. He's been my main focus ever since he walked into the room. I just never really noticed how long I actually was staring at Harry,

"What are you looking at?" He growled.

I snapped out of my trance.

"Nothing." I said before turning to Niall.

Niall just shrugged.

Niall and I were going over the set list for tonight's show. He was also telling me about Ireland. It was very interesting to know. Niall was just like an Irishman you read about. They drink beer, eat, and sleep. I wouldn't have expected anything less. We we're now watching something on his laptop. Harry was being a loner in the chair by the balcony window.

"Hey, next time we go out, make sure your arse is covered, so the people don't think I have a slut for a girlfriend." Harry said.

I looked up. He did not just say that.

"Excuse me?" I asked getting up and walking towards him.

He just showed me his phone. Idiot. That wasn't even me. It was some girl that stood beside him while he was waiting for me to come out of a store. You could clearly see me walking out. Now, she did have shorts, no sorry, underwear on. The sad thing is that she did look like me from behind; She had the same hair color. If he wasn't willing to blame me for something, he'd know I wasn't even wearing shorts that day. I put down his phone with my hand.

"Well, next time you accuse me for being a slut, make sure it's actually me and not some hussy standing on the sidewalk." I shot at him.

He looked confused. He looked at his phone then at me again. He looked genuinely certain that was me. "But you are the hussy on the sidewalk."

I fought back every nerve to punch him right in the face just then. Instead, I rolled my eyes and grabbed his phone pointing to the girl in the underwear, and then me walking out of the store.

"I wasn't even wearing shorts that day." I said giving him back his phone and walking back to Niall.

Niall was trying not to laugh. He was really trying; his face was red.

"Just laugh." I smiled.

He didn't need me to say it twice. He just laughed his head off. It really wasn't that funny, but we all know Niall.

"We'll she looks like you." Harry huffed.

"Just the hair Harry, maybe." I said and laid on my bed on my back.

Niall was still laughing, so I started laughing. He's contagious.

"Will you two shut up? You're annoying." Harry groaned.