HARRY'S POV
"Lou where the fuck are we ?"
I watch him look around.
"Cambridge" he laughs.
"I'm not laughing.. Why are you laughing?"
"Ah chill out Harry. It could be worse" Louis smiles.
i look at him in disbelief.
"We're 2 Hours away from Brighton and its 4pm, the next train into brighton is at 7 by the time we get to brighton tonight it will be 9! Im stressed louis"
"Aw Harold it's okay" he laughs coming iver and wrapping an arm around me. Come on, we'll walk out of here and find the nearest hotel and we'll stay here till the morning and time a new train then" he says squeezing my hand and letting go.
He walks off ahead of me and i suppose i'm expected to follow.
-.-
"Hiya love, wheres the nearest hotel?"Louis asks
"Hotel?" she laughs
"Theres no decent hotel around here for atleast an hour, but there is a little motel down the street, here ill write down directions. It's not the worst, and there's a shop there too honey so you can sort yourselves out" The woman at the desk smiles.
"err great thanks" louis says gently taking the paper as we exit the train station.
-.-
The two of us followed the directions, trying to find the motel.
"how much longer" i huff as i trail after Louis.
"I don't fucking know that, but i do know is that i need another smoke. Another 5 smokes possibly"
i laugh.
"calm down sugar" i joke.
"Sugar hey?"
"Yes,sugar. We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you and your fags on the train"
"Is that a slur?" Louis says, turning back to face me with a raised eyebrow.
"What? No!"
"Fag is a slur for the LGBT+ community" Louis mumbles.
"I didn't mean it like that, i didn't know. I'm sorry" i frown.
Louis turns back to me and laughs.
"I'm only winding you up babycakes, just be careful who you say that around because even though your referring to a pack of smokes, some may take that differently. some may take it as a homophobic slur"
"yea sorry.."
"I told you i was only winding you up!, don't worry Harry" Louis laughs as we approach an old rundown motel.
"Is this it?" Louis mumbles, looking around.
"Guess so" i say as i lead me and Louis to the reception desk.
"Hello, have you got room for 2 of us for tonight?"
" £35 please love" says a small wrinkly woman.
"each or for both of us"
"£35 pounds for the two of yee" she says slowly.
She was strange.
"Do you take card payments ?" Louis says softly.
she shakes her head.
"Fuck well we have no cash, is there an ATM nearby?" he says again.
"the train station" she mumbles
"We are not, walking back up there now" i say to Louis.
The woman shrugs.
"Well you've no way to pay me so.. Im afraid not tonight boys"
"Please theres got to be a way we could get a room for the night. We'll pay in the morning"
She shakes her head and looks at her itinerary.
"Well, i actually have one other way that you could pay?"
"Yeah anything " Louis says.
"Is there any chance either of you could sing?"
hi everyone, i'm back.
sorry for a shit update. lifes been heavy. hope you are all well<3
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