Running Bases With You

Chapter 53

{unedited}

*Louis' POV*

"Lad! Get a move on, our flight boards in thirty minutes! Hurry up, would you!"

I huff in annoyance for the hundredth damn time since I woke up this morning. I was more than excited when I went to bed last night, resulting in the few hours of sleep I got. I'm buzzing with too much nervousness and excitement to be tired this morning, but that is apparently not the case with the donut I consider my best mate.

"Niall. Seriously, mate. Why on God's green earth did you think that drinking the night before we fly to America was actually a good idea?" I complain, shaking my head at the cranky blonde.

He glares at me through his shades, even though there is barely a ray of sunshine around as early as it is. "I wasn't thinking, obviously. I was excited and the next thing I knew, there was an open beer bottle in my hand."

"Yeah, because you got your fat arse off the couch and grabbed one out of the refrigerator. We told you not to do it, but if I do recall correctly, your exact words were 'it's time for celebration, and you can't celebrate without a bottle of beer'. I think you meant five beers, because that's how many you drank before you passed piss drunk on the floor." I snort, snickering at his stupidity.

Oh, Niall..

"Uhg, okay, fine! I'm an idiot! I admit it, and because of that, I have a massive headache and I feel like blowing chunks. Just grab your bag and please, let's just go." Niall whines.

"Fine by me!" I shrug my shoulders and grab my luggage in my hand, rolling it behind me with Niall following closely.

We check the room one last time to make sure we haven't forgotten anything before shutting the door behind us. We cross the hall and knock on Liam and Harry's door, waiting impatiently.

Liam opens it after a few short seconds with a perky smile on his face. "Morning!"

I give him a smile back. "Morning, Li. You guys ready?"

"Yeah, Harry is getting his suitcase right now. We were just about to head out." He replies just as Harry's head peeks around the corner.

"Hello." Harry stretches out the 'o', a cheeky grin present on his face and dimples showing proudly. "How are you feeling there, Niall?"

Niall groans. "Just fucking lovely."

Harry bursts into laughter and pushes past Niall on his way out of his room. Liam follows after him and shuts the door, leaving only Zayn missing.

"Where's Zayn?"

"Here."

We turn around and see him stepping out of his room with a duffel bag in hand. He closes the door before walking towards us, a tired half smile on his face.

"So. Are we ready?" He asks, looking between the four of us.

"Yep." I smile. "Let's go."

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We arrive at the airport with ten minutes to spare, much to my surprise. We check in and turn in our bags just in time to walk to the terminal.

"Flight 202 to England is now boarding. This flight will be departing in twenty minutes."

"That's us." Harry grins giddily, putting a bit more pep in his step.

I quicken my pace to keep up with his longer strides, my smile stretching further along my face as we get closer to the entrance of the plane.