Frozen Hands [h.s.]

three

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HARRY'S POV

As soon as we get in the car Niall and I just burst out laughing, in relief that she didn't recognize us, and also because the situation is quite frankly hilarious.

"Did you see her face? She was scared shitless," Niall exclaims, trying to regain his breath.

"I know! She was so sassy and she thought we were going to kidnap her or something!" I hiccup, trying to calm myself down.

After a few more seconds of laughter, we go silent. Because I drove to the café, Niall offers to drive the way back. No going to lie, I feel tired and want to sleep anyways. I close my eyes and get ready for a peaceful 30 minute nap.

"Harry?" Niall questions, making me grumble.

"What?"

"That was nice."

"Yeah, the tea was great."

"No that's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean, Niall?"

"You, laughing."

"What do you mean, I laugh all the time." I frown.

"You haven't genuinly laughed in a while Haz. I'm just happy you did today."

Sighing, I stare out of the window. Why does he have to bring it back up after our good laugh? Trying to shrug it off, I close my eyes and drift out to sleep.

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"Harry."

"Harry."

"Haz."

"Hazz"

"Harold."

"HARRY"

I jerk awake at the sound of Niall's loud voice.

"What is it," I mutter sleepily, making Niall laugh.

"What is up with you waking me up every damn time?" I say, trying to rub the sleep out of my tired eyes.

"What?"

"Never mind. Why'd you wake me up?" I stretch my neck, cracking my fingers and back at the same time.

"Oh, we've arrived at the hotel," he states.

Looking around, I notice that he is right. We are at the back of the hotel, near the back entrance.

After taking the elevator up to our floor, we start walking to our rooms. The whole One Direction crew actually takes up a whole floor. With the hair, makeup artists, stylists, musicians, cooks, management, One Direction, the crew, we are quite a big crowd.

Niall and I are just reminiscing the good moment we just had, chuckling about something that Laurence girl said when we bump into somebody, making us all fall to the ground.

"Ouch."

"I just hit my head."

"Ahhh my knee."

"God dammit."

Different moans are heard from our crash. Niall and I had keep our accents up, in case the intruders are fans.

"I'm so sorry, we should've been looking out more," I say in the most convincing American accent I can muster.

As I try to help the poor boy up, he notices who I am.

"It's no proble- Harry, is that you?" Louis asks.