You Never Know... (A One Direction Fan-Fiction) *Under Reconstruction*

Chapter 1

Date- January 6th

Place- Same Hotel

Time- 8:00 A.M.

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{Harry}

I wake up and look at the blinking alarm clock. Damn, 8:01, why God, why? I stretch my arms, but it is slighty limited because Louis is clinging to my chest, and I don't want to disturb him. If he's happy, then I'm happy.

I hear a clash of glass, fumbling, and the shower turning on. Damn it, I wanted the first shower... I look around and see that Liam's empty spot tells me that he is the one making the mess. The glass breaking follows with a wimpy "What the fuck," and I immediately know something is up.

Liam never cusses out, only when something gets him extremely mad, or his nerves get the best of him, and he would go all a-wall with curses and swears like never before heard by him. He is a threat to behold whenever you get him angry.

I prod Louis away, which causes him to groan in defiance, and I tip my head to the side in pity. But Liam somehow needs my help, and I would be there for him. I fully push the grown man off of me and settle him nicely with his blanket and pillow before sliding my legs over the edge of the bed and getting up.

I walk to the bathroom door and knocked slowly. "Hey, Liam? Mate, are you okay?"

A high-pitched voice answers. "No, I am not alright, and if I showed you what I'm seeing right now, you would call the police, paparazzi, and every weird science lab you could think of!"

I shift my weight to the side and roll my eyes. "No I wouldn't, you're my friend. I would never do that to you," I try to convince him in the quietest voice possible. There are still three others sleeping.

Niall huffs awake, pushes himself out of bed, and trudges over to me. "What's up," he rubs his eyes full of sleep.

Well, two other people sleeping. So much for keeping my voice low. Which, now that I think about it, is kind of ironic considering I already have a really low voice.

"I kind of heard something about Liam and not believing," he informs as he yawns and stretches his arms up into the air.

I turn to Niall and sigh. "Liam thinks I'll call the cops on him if he shows me what's going on. Whatever the fuck it is," I say exasperatedly and wiggle my arms and hands a bit to show my irritation.

He rolls his eyes and clears his throat and leans against the bathroom doorframe. I nod in agreement. "You see? He doesn't believe me!" I turn to the bathroom and press my hands to the door. "Our friendship is as strong as your trust in me is. The same goes vice versa. Please," I rest my forehead on the door. "For the love of God, Liam.. Come out and tell or show me what's wrong."

Liam's voice is even higher. "Okay, fine, but when I come out, don't... Don't freak out? Okay?"

We both nod, even though he can't physically see our agreement. Niall crosses his arms and takes a step back. I cross my arms as well and clear my throat and stand next to the Irish lad.

The door opens slowly to a small woman. Short brunette hair, sharp facial features, and large and soft, brown eyes. Baggy clothes keep her figure covered. Liam's baggy clothes actually.. Huh..

Niall's eyes widen, and his breath hitching as his eyes study her closely. But then he smirks and laughs. "Kay, Liam, jokes over, come out here and introduce us to your girlfriend."