Harry's P.O.V
Another day at tour rehearsals. Even though my voice was dry, I would keep singing. That's what I am here to do. I had headphones over my head saddling there, and sat on a stool that was uncomfortable. We all sung our parts and before I knew it, rehearsals were over. We all got up with grins and went out to eat. Today was a good day, I was in an exuberant mood. I walked through crowds of paparazzi and strangers... possibly fans, but I paid no mind.
We walked through entrance doors of a restaurant that had a wonderful, lingering scent to it. I remember going to this place sometime on the last tour. It served good steak sandwiches or something like that. The lads and I took our seats and ordered what we wanted to eat and drink and just chilled. We only have a two hour break until some interview is coming up. Honestly, I am not looking forward to it. But it is for the directioner's entertainment... what choice do I have to make?
"Mate, can you pass the ketchup?" The Irish lad asked. I looked up at Niall as if I just woke up from a nap and nodded. I didn't even remember what he asked me. Liam nudged me with his elbow.
"What?" I asked harshly.
"Niall asked you to pass the ketchup." Liam raised his eyebrows. I exhaled and felt my cheeks heat up for some obscure reason. I took the bottle of the tomato liquid and passed it on. Niall looked me in the eye and thanked me without a voice.
The rest of the day went on as planned. Laughing at the lad's corny jokes as they laughed at my own horrible ones. My schedule tomorrow was also just as hectic. There is some personal interview that is going to happen - where it is just me and only me; besides the interviewer of course.
The boys and I were walking out of the headquarter studios and we were heading to our hotel where we were staying. Since we were traveling more often at this time of the year, home is not close by. Liam and Zayn took off to go to their hotel since they decided to stay together as us remaining three walked our separate ways. Oddly, you would think maybe I would be staying the night with one of the boys because of the "i was gay" rumors. I smirked to myself and shook my head as I walked to my car.
"What's the smirk about, mate?" A light British voice asked, directing his question at me. I looked up at him and shrugged.
"Nothing, Lou." I looked back down as I dug my car keys out of my tight jean pocket. "See you both later." I raised a hand as a signal of good bye. I started to drive as I looked into my rear view mirror. Man, I look exhausted. Bags under my eyes, and I looked almost looked like a ghost. Also I saw Louis and Niall climbing into the same jeep- looking car. Niall was driving this time. I smirked to myself again. Smart idea. Though, I was kind of lethargic and listless that they didn't bother to ask If I wanted to stay the night with them, I just ignored the fact that I should be alone. I need the sleep anyways.
I walked into the hotel lobby and into the elevator up to the second floor. My room number is 218. I dug my room key in my pocket again and walked into the freshly cleaned and cold hotel room. I plopped myself on the one and only queen bed and sighed. How nice it would to be back home right now. Then I closed my restless eyes and went off to a nice, cozy sleep.
