Chapter 33
Louise's P.O.V
I woke to the buzzing of my phone striking through the silence in the room, waking the boys up as I did. Harry moved underneath me, groaning as he sat up, rubbing his neck. The rest of the boys gradually woke up, most of them had fallen asleep on the floor, Liam and Louis at the computer desk. I slid my finger across the screen, not bothering to see who it was. My body shot up as his voice ran across the line, and I felt Harry tense behind me. "Louise?" Lukes voice rang across the line, and I glanced at Harry, wondering if he had heard his voice. He sent me a smile, confirming he hadn't, and I held out a finger, excusing myself from the room. I jogged into the hallway, for some reason anxious for Luke to be calling me with Harry around. "Yeah, yeah, what is it?" my voice growled, still groggy from the sleep. "Can we talk later? Somewhere?" I could hear his smile across the line, and I remembered his request to meet up earlier. Or yesterday. Last night? I lifted my wrist dumbly to my face, realizing my watch was my phone. "Uhh, yeah, yeah sure later today then? I can text you" my words flew from my mouth as I glanced inside the studio, the boys becoming more aware as they woke up. Harry sat on the couch alone, his eyes glued on me through the glass pane. My anxiety shot up, and I sent him a short smile in an attempt to hide who he already knew I was talking to. "Okay, see you then" Luke said excitedly before hanging up. I glanced at the time before shoving my phone in my pocket, and walked back into the studio as calmly as I could manage. Eight hours? I thought, remembering the last time I had looked it was three in the morning, but now somehow it was 11, and nearly noon. I rubbed my eyes once more before plopping down on the couch besides Harry, but he didn't look at me. His arm lay still behind me, not taking it's usual place around my waist as I was used to. He sat tense, his eyes looking straight forward, and his jaw clenched into a hard line. I sunk physically, and mentally into myself, my heart stopping as I came to my own realization. He knew who it was, and I knew just as well what I would have to do.
Luke's P.O.V
My smile never faded as I got off the phone with Louise. The excitement still ran in my veins, but hearing her voice, and being able to tell her in person made it even better. I snuck back into the band room with the boys, sprawled out all over the floor from our night of celebration only a couple hours before. I had always been the first to wake up, which meant I was always the one to clean up. I stumbled over their legs, holding in a chuckle as I stood over Michael, a half eaten pizza slice laying on his chest. I walked to the kitchen for a trash bag, and began cleaning up the room, the boys likely would stay sound asleep for another couple of hours. I began to pick up the cups the plastic cups and paper plates strewn across the floor, tiptoeing over the boys as their snores escaped their mouths in short bursts. I imagined traveling the world with them, living our dream together, all of us as best lads, doing what we love. I snickered at the thought, Calum's voice from earlier playing through my head. "This band sucks" he had said, as we had just finished recording our Teenage Dirtbag cover. Little did we know, hours later we would be asked to tour with One Direction. The biggest band in the world, all five of them started right where we were. But wait a second, I thought, pictures of their posters flashing through my mind. The trash bag containing the plates and cups crashed to the ground in a loud clatter, waking the boys from their slumber. I stood silent, rampaging through the internet on my phone until I found a picture of them. "No" I mumbled under my breath, my heart dropping at the sight. I knew I had recognized him, I knew he was familiar. I selected the picture on my phone, his dark eyes staring back at mine hostile as they always had. The boys groaned as they sat up, annoyed at my sudden franticness. Would I be able to endure this tour? With him? Terror shot through me as the realization ran through me. Michael rubbed his eyes, shooting me an angry glare. "What is it?" his ragged voice shot through my panic. "It's.." I stuttered, my hands beginning to sweat. "It's Harry. Harry Styles"
