𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹//𝑵𝑯//

𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

I don't know how to feel about last night.

I don't regret my choices which is the main part.

I think.

I've been meaning to talk to Niall and ask my long list of questions about the conversation I heard last night, but I haven't been able to get a hold of him.

Surprisingly I slept in, again, until about half 11. I found Kaitlyn down at the breakfast bar who told me the boys had been at the stadium since 9 a.m., which wasn't out of the ordinary since they've got a show tonight.

I want to avoid Niall.

But any first impression from now determines what it's like for the rest of the tour.

Although, in September I could fake a deadly sickness and avoid going on the European leg; I'd only have to endure his company until the end of August, which is less than two months.

No, that's a stupid idea. I'll just go talk to him.

At somepoint in the near future that has not yet been decided.

Kaitlyn and I decided on walking over to the stadium, since it was only ten minutes away, and she managed to convince me to sit in the audience tonight since she hadn't seen any of their concerts yet. It started to heavily rain after we got into the building, missing the downpour by a mere 30 seconds.

We tried to open the door to the dressing room and realised it was locked, for some reason, so we decided we'd spend our time over in catering. Liam, Niall and Harry were no where in sight but Louis was talking to Kathy on the other side of the room.

Kathy looked annoyed, and kept referring to her phone as she spoke to Louis. Louis had a look on his face that read "I really don't want to be here" and eyed a very full cup of water next to him.

The next thing I saw was Louis 'accidentally' knocking over the cup. The water pooled in a puddle on the floor, small drops getting onto their shoes. Kathy looked fed up and just walked away, which to be fair, I would too.

As I walked up to the scene with Kaitlyn, Louis looked very happy with himself, despite there being a puddle of water on the floor beneath his feet.
"What did you do that for?" I asked.

"Diversion." Louis said simply, picking up and setting the empty cup on the table.

"What did you need to divert from?" Kaitlyn queried, a moment later her name was called from across the hall and Kathy was waving her over.

"The conversation with Kathy was what I needed to divert from." Louis sighed, looking at the spill on the floor.
"Ok, well, there's paper towels in the bathrooms and a mop in the utility closet."

"You're expecting me to help?"

Louis looked at me with a confused look.
"Kind of...?"

"I was joking. I'll go find the mop."

I don't know where the utility closet is.

But I'll probably find it.

After walking around like a lost child for a few minutes I found a room clearly labelled "Utility" in all caps.

As I was inside looking around at shelves someone was walking past outside, looking over my shoulder I saw a familiar head of blonde hair.

I saw an opportunity and took it- or his wrist.

There was a look of confusion on his face but it relaxed as he saw me.
"What are you doing?"

"We need to talk."