Truly Madly Deeply

Chapter 12: water fights and witty comebacks

The morning after the concert, the tour bus was alive with the sound of snores, rustling bags, and Niall loudly munching on food  even though it was barely 8 a.m. Savannah groaned, pulling her blanket over her head, determined to avoid the morning for as long as humanly possible.

But of course, that peace was short-lived.

"Rise and shine, lazy arse!" Louis practically screeched, banging on her bunk with a water bottle in hand and that trademark smirk of his. Savannah squinted up at him, her hair all over the place, clearly not ready to be alive yet.

"Louis, I swear, if you don't stop banging on my bunk like that, I'll shove that water bottle up your—"

"Ah, ah!" Louis interrupted, smirking. "Watch your language, Sav. There are innocent ears on this bus."

Harry snorted from his bunk. "Since when has anyone on this bus been 'innocent'?"

Louis winked. "Exactly my point."

Savannah sat up, rubbing her eyes, and caught sight of Liam stretching in his Niall's  bunk across the way, his messy hair and sleepy grin looking like something straight out of a movie. She couldn't help but glance a second longer than she probably should have, but before she could play it cool, Louis caught her gaze.

"Oh my god," he whispered loudly, looking between her and Liam with wide, overly dramatic eyes. "Are you ogling Liam? In the morning? Savannah, honestly, have some self-control."

She turned to glare at him. "Louis, I am not ogling. I was just—"

"Oh, you were just staring at him like he's the last bottle of vodka in Doncaster." He raised an eyebrow, grinning. "No shame in it, love. We all know he's easy on the eyes."

"Louis, shut up." Savannah tried to play it off, grabbing her own water bottle to throw at him. But Louis, the little menace, just sidestepped it, grinning even wider.

"Oh, don't mind me," he said, holding up his hands innocently. "Just looking out for my best friend here, making sure she doesn't get all distracted by the 'shirtless Liam Payne' effect. Wouldn't want you to overheat or anything."

And with that, he opened his water bottle and, before she could even process what was happening, dumped it right over her head.

Savannah gasped, scrambling out of the bunk as the cold water soaked her hair and pajamas. "Louis Tomlinson, you absolute—"

Before she could finish, she lunged at him, smacking him with her pillow as he laughed and tried to dodge her, stumbling into Harry's bunk and nearly tripping over his own feet.

"Oi, watch it!" Harry yelped, clutching his blanket and laughing as the chaos unfolded.

Liam looked over from Niall's  bunk, half amused and half bemused. "Everything alright over there?"

"Not even close!" Savannah snapped, hitting Louis again with the pillow. Louis just cackled, unbothered as he dodged her hits, throwing his hands up in surrender.

"Alright, alright, truce!" he said, holding back laughter as he wiped water off his shirt. "Didn't know you'd take it so personally, Sav. Just trying to keep you cool, yeah?"

She rolled her eyes, though she couldn't help but laugh a little. "You're lucky you're my best friend, or I'd throttle you."

"Lucky, indeed," he quipped, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Besides, you should be thanking me. Kept you from embarrassing yourself in front of Mr. Payne over there." He nodded towards Liam, who was still watching them with an amused grin, clearly used to their antics by now.

Savannah shot him a look, trying to play it cool. "Whatever, Louis. Maybe if you weren't such a brat, I wouldn't have to smack you with a pillow every five minutes."

"Can't help it, love," he said, with a dramatic sigh, flipping his wet hair out of his face. "Being fabulous is a full-time job."

Niall, who had just stumbled into the scene with a some type of food, looked between them, munching away. "Did I miss something? Why is Sav soaking wet, and why is Louis... being Louis?"

Savannah pointed accusingly at Louis. "Your mate here decided to turn me into a human water fountain."

"Damn right I did," Louis said, crossing his arms smugly. "She needed a wake-up call."

"Yeah, well, you better sleep with one eye open tonight, Tomlinson," Savannah muttered, grabbing a towel and dabbing at her soaked hair.

"Oh, I'm terrified," he replied with a grin, then winked. "If you want to drown me, though, love, you'll have to get in line. I hear Liam's got first dibs after last night's show."

Liam rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Honestly, mate, I think she's more likely to drown you than me."

Savannah snickered, grabbing a second water bottle, and looked at Louis. "You know what? I think Liam's got a point."

Without warning, she dumped the water right back on him, soaking his already wet shirt. Louis spluttered, wiping his face dramatically, but he just laughed, looking entirely too pleased with the chaos he'd caused.

"Touché, Sav. Touché," he said, shaking his hair out and spraying water everywhere.

Eventually, they all settled down, and Savannah grabbed a fresh towel and went to change into something dry. She couldn't help but feel a little bit lighter, knowing that despite the madness of this tour—and Louis' constant shenanigans—she wouldn't trade it for anything.

After she'd changed and dried off, she rejoined the boys, who were now lounging around, still laughing about the morning's antics. They each had a soda in hand, and Niall had cracked open yet another bag of crisps, tossing them into his mouth with abandon.

"So, what's the plan today?" Savannah asked, plopping down on the couch beside Louis.

"Well, other than keeping you from embarrassing yourself in front of Liam, we've got soundcheck and then another sold-out arena to rock," Louis replied, nudging her with a smirk. "Just another day in the life of the world's biggest boyband."

Savannah rolled her eyes, grabbing a handful of crisps from Niall's bag. "Yeah, yeah. Don't let it go to your head, 'rockstar'."

"Oh, love," Louis said with a smirk, "it's way too late for that."