Carry On {A Harry Styles Love Story}

3.0 ; Thoughts Like These.

3.0 ; thoughts like these.

❝ i met a man today,

and he smiled back at me.

now there are thoughts like these

that keep me on my feet,

that keep me on my feet. ❞

★ j e r s e y ☆

It wasn’t an easy decision for me, even though it took no longer than a couple minutes to make. I was torn because the biggest reason I had for saying no was also the biggest reason I had for saying yes.

They’re a famous boy band. What if someone saw me with them? It would be all over the Internet within a hour. I’d be caught.

But...

They’re a famous boy band. No one would suspect little ole me shacking up with the boys of One Direction. No one would ever guess. I’d be safe, wouldn’t I?

In the end, my reasons for saying yes were almost bordering on—okay, they were pretty shallow. Not only would no one suspect me to be with them, but they were also really cute and seemed like a fun bunch. Spending a bit of time with them would undoubtedly be better than being by myself for the whole journey. And as long as I was careful to not be seen with them, what harm could it do?

I almost instantly regretted my decision. Once Louis was done ranting—a bit aggressively, might I add—about all the fun we were going to have together, I had to calmly remind him that I wasn’t going to hang out with them outside of the hotel. As Zayn had mentioned earlier, being seen in public with them could stir up some trouble for both them and me. “I’m already planning on spending my days in the hotel room, pigging out on room service whilst exploring the dangerous depths of the Internet.”

Apparently, Niall felt similarly as he held his hand out towards me for a high-five. After I hesitantly obliged and gave him one, he let out a girly shriek and turned to Louis, crying out in an exaggerated Valley Girl accent, “Oh my God, Lou! She, like, touched me!” Slipping back into his normal speech, he continued to rave dramatically, “Oh, I’m never washing this hand again. This is the happiest moment of my entire life.”

“Even better than winning the NME award for Worst Band of the Year?” Louis gushed back, his voice heavy with excitement and sarcasm.

“Even better,” the Irish boy confirmed solemnly with a nod.

Harry turned to me with an appraising look. “Wow, you’re pretty special to have beaten that,” he drawled.

I just scrunched my eyebrows together in confusion. “Thanks. I think.”

“Why don’t we go fetch your belongings now?” Liam suggested, his hands stuffed inside the pockets of his jeans. “Which room is yours, babe?”

“The one right across the hall. Room 408,” I answered.

Louis’s hand shot up abruptly. “I call helping her!”

Liam’s big brown eyes flickered over to his friend. “We can all help her, Lou.”

“That hotel room isn’t big enough for the five of us,” Louis threatened ominously, sending him a dramatic glare while taking up some sort of pose with his arms and legs akimbo. It looked like it was straight out of some cheesy Western film and his ‘cowboy’ accent was absolutely pathetic. I muffled my laughter with the back of my hand, not wanting him to notice and target me instead. Everyone remained silent for a few moments before the boys suddenly burst into action and raced each other out of the room. Louis flailed his arms wildly and sprinted out of sight, followed by a chortling Niall and the sound of the door being flung open. Harry tossed me a sloppy wink and hurried after them with Liam jogging behind, chuckling to himself. Zayn, who didn’t appear to give a shit about it, simply trailed after the others at a leisurely pace, pausing at the doorway to look back at me. “You coming, babe?”