Changing my Direction

Chapter 4

"Louis, wake up!"

My eyes jerked awake, and my body whipped around to the sound of the voice. The room was still cascaded in darkness, the only light coming from the sun's rays streaming underneath the curtains that stood in front of the window. I looked over to Harry's bed, only hearing soft snores coming from his body wrapped underneath the covers. I rubbed the tiredness from my eyes and squinted at the figure standing at the end of my bed.

"Louis, you need to get dressed. We're going out to breakfast in ten minutes." The figure said. Oddly enough the person sounds a bit like Zayn. That's odd... OH! Okay, maybe I'm just stupid.

I groaned and fell back onto the heated bed, pulling the covers over my head, and burying my face into the nearest pillow. It is too early to be going somewhere. Just when the warmth was starting to seep back into my skin, the covers were wrenched off my body, sending a cold wind down my body. I let out an angry grumble and buried my head further into the pillows. There's no way I'm waking up right now. I'd been planning on sleeping in today with the notion that, maybe if I sleep long enough my troubles will go away. But hell, even I'm not that lucky.

"I'm serious Louis, wake up! Niall and Liam are already ready. We have to leave soon." I flipped over only to see him walk over to the wall and flip on the light switch.

"MY EYES!" I screamed, covering my face with my hands. I just can't catch a break today.

Harry rustled in his bed, and pulled the covers tighter around him.

"Shut up, Louis." Harry mumbled into his pillow, his voice still groggy and hoarse from sleep. Maybe if I glare hard enough at him, he'll feel my eyes burning into his skin. And then he'll burst into flames and we'll have to call the fire officers! Heh heh heh!

My eyes squinted, narrowing harder as I glared at him, waiting for the burning to start. Instead, he just let out a loud snore and flipped over onto his back, only making the snores become louder. I frowned. Stupid Harry. I scowled, and glared back at Zayn. There is not one day where I can just do whatever I want without someone interfering! One day, I'll have my revenge.

"Get up, Louis. I mean it." Zayn said before opening our room door, and leaving. I let out the longest groan and collapsed back onto the bed. Only to sit back up and swing my legs over to the side of the bed a second later.

Sighing, I ran my fingers through the Monkey's Playhouse that I call my hair. Instantly, my fingers got tangled in its snares and immediately, I pulled my fingers out of the mess. It's definitely going to need a wash. I rubbed my eyes with the sides of my fingers, as I let out a long yawn. My eyes flickered upward towards Harry's sleeping figure. I watched as his body softly rose and fell repeatedly, as he occasionally let out a few loud snores, making me chuckle. He sounds like an elephant on steroids. I bet all those girls out there who are in love with him, think he sleeps like some sort of angel. Pft, yeah right!

I rocked my body off the bed, stepping onto my toes and arching the soles of my feet, as I lifted my hands towards the ceiling and stretched, letting out another loud yawn. My eyes darted to Harry. His loud snores still continued. He hadn't even heard me. Smiling to myself, I padded over to my suitcase and stooped down, flipping the top open. I grabbed the most comfortable outfit, and escaped to the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

Ten minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom hair tamed and smelling fresh; but only to find a still, fastasleep, Harry. Well, of course he would still be sleep. I didn't wake him. I felt a smirk widen on my lips, as I gazed at his snoozing figure. I have the perfect idea to make him wake up. The perfect idea. Still smirking, I dropped my dirty clothes back into my suitcase, and slipped my feet into my shoes. I'm definitely going to have to run after this. But it will all be worth it. And when I mean, "it'll be worth it", I mean I'll definitely have a kick out of this one. Sure, Harry may not like it but he'll laugh about it...in a year or so, well give or take, determining how mad he gets. I gazed mischievously at him, and set my right foot forward readying my body to run. Now, let's start the show.