Envy (Niall Horan Fan-Fic) Book 1(IN EDITING)

Part six

A/N: Edited

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1 Hour before

Niall's POV

I feel my stomach grumbling while I'm in my bed. My eyes begin to roam the room to see if anyone else is possibly awake. I sigh once I hear the snores coming from both of my room mates. I close my eyes and I try to continue sleeping.

The darkness is like an overpowering shadow and right now the sounds from my stomach are almost giving it life, making it resemble a monster.

Like fucking Godzilla.

Blerrr bliiiii bleeerrrr.

Damn I'm starving.

I tip toe out of my bed and head to the room phone that is on a coffee table near the door. I practically almost stumble over something due to the lack of light in this room at this moment. Crap.

I finally reach a miniature lamp and I turn it on, not really caring at the moment if Payno or Harold awaken.

Beside the phone is a room service menu and I quickly grab it, beginning to observe the menu until I see the words that say room service only available from 10 am to 10 pm. I turn around and look at the alarm clock in between my bed and Harry's bed.

It's 11:15. Double Damn.

I remember there being a Mc Donalds a few blocks away from the hotel. I really need to get my damn license already so I wouldn't have to go through all of this trouble.

I walk up to Harry, who is sleeping face first. How can he even breathe?!

I shrug at my own thoughts and I mentally note to question his weird sleep habits later.

"Harry. Harry. Harry." I whisper.

He groans and puts his pillow over the back of his head, still face first. Loser.

I turn around and I grab a pillow from my bed and I fling it at him.

"Wake up!" I yell, Liam not even flinching.

"What!" He finally awakens.

"Oh you're awake, Great! We're going to McDonald's."

Harry looks at the alarm clock and then back at me with an annoyed look on his face, staring at me with a are-you-fucking-serious face.

"Niall it's almost freaking 11:30."

I grab his keys from the night stand and throw them at him.

"Yeah and I'm hungry so come on." I state bluntly, already slipping on my sneakers that are placed neatly next to my bed where I left them.

Harry groans.

"Ask Liam." He whines in a tired tone.

I walk over to him.

"But he looks so peaceful when he sleeps. I don't want to wake him."

Harry looks across the room to see Liam sleeping on the couch snoring loudly with his mouth wide open.

He chuckles a tired chuckle.

"He does look like an angel doesn't he....Fine let's go." he gives in.

I pump a fist into the air, receiving an eye roll before he begins putting on his own shoes.

As I walk out the door of our room, Harry taps my shoulder followed by a yawn.

"Don't you think we need disguises?"

"Nah it's almost 11:30 and it's really dark outside. I think we're fine." I reply, almost immediately doubting my words.