Cherry Bomb [h.s]

13

"Ugh, why do we have to get up so early?" Louis whines as we meet downstairs in the lobby, waiting for the tour buses to pull up. He looks miserable to be up this early, he even has a pair of sunglasses on his face to block out the bright morning sun. 

"Because Atticus wants to kill us," Liam responds with a yawn, looking down at his phone. 

Almost all of us are here, the only people missing being Niall and Harry. 

There's a ding, signaling that the elevator is now open. 

"VIVA LAS VEGAS!" Niall shouts as he practically runs over to us. 

"Jesus Christ, Niall, how do you have so much energy?" Louis groans. 

"Um, did you not hear me? We're going to Vegas! Gambling, prostitutes, drive through weddings! What's not to love?" Niall says, bouncing up and down in excitement. 

"Vegas is fun and all, but can't you at least wait until we're there?" Louis says, pushing his sunglasses up his nose. 

"Oh leave the poor guy alone, he's not going to let up until we're in Portland anyway," Zayn says.

"Thanks for your support, Zayn." Niall says, only half sarcastic.

"God, are the buses here yet?" Amber asks, "I want to claim one of the good beds before anyone else."

"Trust me, they all suck," Liam tells her. 

"Still, I need to claim my space." She shrugs.

"Alright, buses are outside waiting and ready to go!" Atticus announces as he walks through the front doors of the hotel into the lobby to meet us. 

"Thank god," Louis says, "I need my sleep. A gorgeous face like this doesn't just happen, you know." 

We all walk outside to see two massive tour buses, painted a sleek black with a blue stripe. 

"Wait, where the hell is Styles?" Atticus suddenly asks.

"Probably slept in, you know how he is." Niall says.

"Fucking hell... Alright, I'll be right back." He starts walking back to the hotel entrance, but there's no need. 

Because only a few seconds later, Harry comes strolling out of the hotel, suitcase overstuffed and halfway open, the sleeves of his flannel hanging out and dragging on the ground. He's still shirtless from sleeping, wearing just a pair of black sweatpants, and his hair is mussed from his pillow. But despite all of that, his eyes look awake as ever. 

"Sorry I'm late," he says, "But I just couldn't be fucked."

"Well thank you so much for actually deciding to not make everyone even more late, Styles," Atticus tells him sarcastically, "We really appreciate it." 

"No problem," Harry responds. 

"Alright, everyone. Each bus can hold 5 people. So I don't care how you split it up or who's on which bus, just no more than 5 people on one bus, got it?" Atticus explains to us. "And put on a goddamn shirt for once, Styles."

We all head for the buses, wanting to naturally split ourselves up by band. That is, until Niall comes over to us. 

"Hey, can I ride with you guys?" He asks, "Liam snores like a freight train."

"Yeah, no problem," I answer. I honestly think he just wants to spend more time with Willow, but I don't care. I like Niall, and I like being around him. 

I look over to Zayn, who was watching our whole interaction. I can tell that he wants to ride with us too, but for some reason he doesn't ask, and just silently get on the bus with Louis, Liam, and Harry.