𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹//𝑵𝑯//

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

8th of July, 2015

00:17

I can't sleep.

I've been staring at the ceiling, wrapped in my duvet and two random blankets provided by the hotel.

All the lights were off and the curtains had been pulled- leaving me to sit in the darkness, although by now I could see the faint outlines of furniture because my eyes had adjusted.

I was cold earlier, freezing even, but now it was hot.

Too hot.

I sigh, annoyed, and kick the covers off, a soft thump sounding as they hit the carpeted floor. Now I'm sitting up in the middle of the bed, staring at the wall rather than the ceiling. I had changed into a pair of running shorts and a grey T-shirt, my hair in a braid that hung down the length of my back.

I give up trying to fall asleep, for now at least and lean over to turn the lamp on. I go to pick up my phone but notice a small, folded piece of paper next to it. Ignoring my phone completely I pick up the paper and sit with my legs crossed, opening it and seeing three numbers written inside.

237

I recognise them but I don't know where from, racking my brain for where I've heard them, soon realising it was Kathy earlier today- or yesterday technically.

"Liam you're in room 234, Louis 235, Harry 236 and Niall 237. Got that?" Kathy handed each of them a key as she spoke, the four of them nodding and running off out the front door like they were needed somewhere.

"And Cameron you're 246."

Why is Niall giving me his room number?

I took a minute to string it together.

Does he realise this is probably a bad idea?

I ponder on it for a moment, thinking "what the fuck is going on his head?"

He's said -on multiple occasions- he loathes me so what's pressing him to do this?

Then there's the factor that we work together- actually scratch that; I don't do shit.

And what's happens if I go to his room?

What happens if I don't?

I sound like a housewife going through a divorce.

No I don't.

I hang my legs over the side of my bed, upgrading my staring contest to the door.

Maybe he just wants to talk.

No he fucking doesn't Cameron what would he talk about? Get your shit together.

I stand up and take my phone, my key still in the case, and walk over to the door, putting on my slippers and not even caring whether they were on the right foot or not.

I hesitate as my hand holds the doorknob.

I stick my phone in the zip-up pocket of my jacket as I open the door, walking down the hallway and scanning the numbers on the doors I pass. I stopped infront of 237, my hand raising to knock and before I could give it a second thought I'd already rapped on the door.

The door opened a crack and I could briefly see a blue eye look through, disappearing as I heard a yell from inside the room saying "It's only Cam!...Wait a second,"

The door opened and Louis stood on the other side, looking at me with his head tilted and the boys sitting on a couch in the background

Shit.