Trouble (Harry Styles Fanfic) {On Hold}

Chapter 1

(Harry's P.O.V.)

"Goodnight, London!" Liam yells into the microphone, his voice mixing in with the thousands of other ones in the auditorium.

We run back stage. Our sweaty bodies, mixed with those of production workers, sound producers, management, family, and all kinds of people, make a smell that causes me to wrinkle my nose in disgust.

"Where's my water?" I call out impatiently, and a lady in a navy blue dress suit hurries over and hands me a water bottle that's dripping cold with condensation.

I gulp it all down in less than a minute, tossing the empty plastic into a nearby trash can before I head to our dressing room.

The other boys are already there, stripping off their concert clothing and changing into their normal outfits.

"Whatdy'a think about goin' to a party?" Niall asks as he pulls his shirt over his head. "I heard there was one at this hotel downtown." 

I nod, tossing my black tee shirt across the room into the designated dirty clothes basket. "Sounds good to me. I'm really pumped from that show."

The other boys nod in agreement. We all finish getting dressed and head back out into the main area, where our bodyguard Paul stops us.

"Fans have found the back exit and are surrounding it, so we need to get out quickly before more come." he says, placing a hand on me and Zayn's upper arms and starting to pull us towards the exit.

I roll my eyes and shrug him off to go back to where Louis' standing, walking with him. Paul just looks at me and shakes his head, leading us out to the exit.

He was right; there are screaming, crying, insane teenage girls lining the walkway from the door to the black SUV that we're headed to.

I keep my place in between Louis and Liam, ducking my head as they try and grab at me. Once we're safely shut in the car, I turn to Niall. "Where did you say the party was?"

"Oh yeah.." he murmurs, pulling out his phone and bringing up. "It's at The Ritz-Carlton by the London Eye,  and it starts at 11."

He hands his phone, which has the directions on it, to the driver. "Bring us here instead of our houses, will ya'?"

The driver just huffs and takes the phone, pulling out of the parking lot and towards the hotel. We relax in our seats, exchanging high fives.

We were lucky Paul had ridden in the other car or else he wouldn't have allowed it. Because apparently hung over, grumpy band members didn't make for a good show. Whatever.

All of us unbuckle our seat belts as the car pulls up in front of a large, fancy looking building. You can already see the neon streaks of light and the smell of alcohol pouring out of the windows, even though it's barely past 11:15.

We hop out of the car, telling the driver that we'll text him when to pick us up. We immediatley go right in, each taking a shot glass from a waiter with a tray of them by the front entrance.

I glance around the main room as all of the boys head in different directions. My eyes scan over every body, searching for which one would get the honor being my girl for tonight.

A hand is placed on my bicep, and I look down to see a dainty blonde girl looking up at me. "Well hello there." she giggles, and I can already smell the alcohol in her breath.

I give her a charming smile before turning around and walking the opposite direction. If I couldn't find anyone better then I would look for her again, but they're all the same. I want someone different.