the traveller // louis tomlinson

chapter thirteen // with me, for infinity.

Mia's POV

I wake up from a loud knocking on my door. My head throbs as I struggle to sit up in bed, feeling as if I were hit by a truck last night. Despite the fact that my brain might explode, the knocking on the door doesn't stop.

Mustering up all the energy I have, I crawl out of bed and open the door quickly; anything to make the loud noise stop.

"What?" I snap at the culprit.

A shocked-looking Niall stares at me; his mouth hung wide open and his eyes bulging out of his head. I scratch my head and do my best to squint through the bright light coming from the hallway.

"Shit, sorry Mia, I, er, I, um..." He stutters, keeping his eyes to the ground.

My frustration reaches a peak as I wait for him to spit it out. I let out a sigh, dropping my head down with irritation. The minute my eyes go down, I let out a loud squeal, waking up in an instant.

I gaze upon my half-naked body, clad in only my pair of daisy duke shorts and my push-up bra. With a jump, I hide my body behind my door, keeping only my head visible for Niall's eyes.

"What is it, Niall?" I ask him, my face matching his embarrassed shade of red.

"We're checking out in five minutes, then we're on the road again," He explains, speaking quickly before leaving with haste.

I shut the door quickly, gazing upon my hotel room in horror. My clothes are sprawled all around my room. I had tried on everything I owned last night before Lou came to the rescue with an outfit for me to wear out.

Acting as quickly as possible, I throw all my clothes in my duffel bag, not even bothering to fold them nicely. As I work quickly, I do my best to remember last night. Leave it up to me to get totally wasted. I'm sure I made a fool of myself.

I couldn't help it. I was feeling all aggravated last night. My fight with Louis and the fact that Shiloh didn't answer my Skype call just sent me over the edge. With the prodding of Lou, I just said 'screw it' and went out.

Memories from last night start to flood back as I throw on some comfortable clothes. I don't remember much from the club itself, I was half-way drunk before even getting there. But I do recall Louis bringing me back to my hotel room safely.

Looks like I'm going to have to forgive that overprotective idiot. Though the idea of forgiveness wasn't all that unappealing. Fighting with him didn't feel good at all. You know how sometimes when you're mad at someone, you feel that sort of fulfillment; yeah, that certainly wasn't the case this time.

I just wonder if I'm lucky enough for him to just pretend our argument didn't happen. I'd rather just skip all the stupid apologies.

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With a huff, I drop my duffel bag on the bus floor. Of course I'm the last one on, and everyone's eyes are glued to me as I pull my sunglasses off.

"Why am I not surprised you're the last one?" Tyler shakes his head as he takes his seat at the small little table, typing away on his laptop.

"Jack Daniels - 1; Mia - 0," Harry snickers from his seat.

I don't hesitate to give them all the finger, dragging my duffel bag back to throw up to my bunk. I avoid looking in any mirrors, not wanting to even know the damage.

"Are you done with all the jokes?" I ask the boys as I give them a stern look, holding onto the wall as the bus takes off.

They all look to one another, seeing if anyone is brave enough to whip out another jab at me. I do my best to muster up the most intimidating glare possible with my current state. The few moments of silence were too good to be true, I should have known,