The Rogue | Louis Tomlinson

Chapter 16

Louis Tomlinson

Monday.

Does time really pass by so fast?

Zayn is sleeping with his mouth open, snoring loudly. I'm pretty sure he's gonna regret every bit of last night when he wakes up especially when he finds out that Liam may or may not have broken his iPad. He's got all his art shit in there and I'm not in the condition to deal with his gonna-be bullshit. I need some air.

I barely had any sleep last night due to my head trying to pound its way to Canada. Niall took a girl with him and...you know. Fucking hate this hotel for its walls not being soundproof. Edward is in the other room with Liam, they were both fast asleep but Zayn's gotta snore loud as fuck, doesn't he?

I get no rest from this band.

I step out of Zayn and I's room and into the balcony and I try to compose myself for later's gig and for Amelia.

She's fucking coming to the show tonight, I thought as I looked down on the streets of Birmingham from the 20th floor.

The sky is as clear blue as it can ever be, Clouds are barely seen, the sun is bright but the air is cool. Today might just be a good day. The hands of my watch stop at 8:05am and I think about my task for today: pick Amelia up from Bedworth just in time for the gig. I talked to security and made sure there's a good spot for her in the front, not much people around her, just enough for her to feel space. I hear Zayn shift from his position, I look back to see if he's gotten up but my eyes found him still sprawled in bed. My phone suddenly rang and I found Liam's name.

"Hello?"

"It's me." Liam says and I immediately catch his reference.

"I know it's you, I have caller ID."

"I just remembered that the lady at the desk said we have free breakfast at the buffet. Come on,  I'm starving." He says lazily.

"Can't we just order shit inside the room?"

"Louis, it's a fucking buffet downstairs."

"Liam it's only 8, its too early to be surrounded with people. And I look fucking wasted." I argue, staring down at a couple walking towards a Burberry shop right on the other street. Maybe I should buy a small gift for Amelia?

"You'll look fine. Come on." Liam says and I hear him shuffle in the background, Harry groaning in his sleep. "The buffet is at the 2nd floor and I bet there aren't much people there yet." 2nd floor? That's ages and shit far from here and I look like I got hit by a truck! My legs are too tired to go down the fucking 2nd floor.

"Fucking shit, we're at the 20th floor! It's a Long Way Down!" I whine.

"What? Did you think we're gonna take the stairs all the way to the 2nd floor?! If you haven't heard, they invented elevators." He complains and I hear him shuffling some more, plus I can practically see him rolling his eyes at me.

"Knowing you and your exercise habits, you'd make me take the stairs on the fire exit with you."

"Just fucking fix up." He says and hangs up. A few minutes later as I got ready, Liam rang the doorbell and we were off to the fucking 2nd floor.

Liam was right, there weren't much people yet in the room, only a fair few. The place was divided into sections; on the right were waffles, pancakes, pastries and bread, across it were cereals, milk and a wide selection of fruits, on the right were the mains like bacon, eggs and other meaty shit I can't name from a distance.