Harry POV
I can feel my adrenaline still pumping as I walk off the stage. The cool breeze of the inside of the arena cool me off and slow down my heart rate. I begin being patted on my back as usual by the crew. The muffling sound of the fans screaming demanding another performance slowly gives me a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach but a familiar ringing in my ear. The Deja Vu feeling never seems to go away since everyday seems to be the same routine and the same familiar squeals, same gossip, shows, parties, hotel rooms, songs.. The list goes on.
I smile at the crew and continue to walk down the hallway with my head down of exhaustion.
"Good job boys!" one of our crew members says I look up and smile and continue the walk to the bus without any interruptions
Being the "popular" member I have to not put it in my head even though when you think of "One Direction" you think of "Harry Styles" just like in "NSYNC" it was "Justin Timberlake" or In the "Jonas Brothers" it was "Joe Jonas"
The thought sickens me, the thought of five well four.. Men who worked so hard and not getting enough credit for their own individuality in the group. But, I can't say anything about it because I can't do anything about the way people think of us.
I walk into the bus and make my way onto the back of the bus ignoring the familiar concerned stares and go to the bunk beds that thankfully are located directly in the back of the bus which I love.
I hop onto my top bunk and shut the curtain as soon as I lay down comfortably inside.
The Tour is finally over and I feel like it was never gonna end. It's a beautiful thing to pour your soul out to thousands of people every night but when the music really isn't coming from somewhere it's just like another day singing karaoke.
I shut my eyes recollecting the moments from today. My highlight was the dream of me in a lake, I was back with my mum and sister just enjoying a holiday. For some odd reason I felt as if I were younger. The only time I spent real time with my family was when I was younger. I open my eyes when I hear everyone slowly make their way on the bus.
"It's so sick! Skiing all day and hanging out at the jacuzzis at night watching the stars" I hear Niall say
"You mean looking at the stars?" I hear Louis correct him
"Same shit" Niall says defensively
I close my eyes again and try to drift off to sleep.
"Harry!" I hear Niall call my name
I groan and pull the sheets on me and ignore him and continue trying to fall back asleep.
The clouds from the day begin to appear in my head I feel myself just staring up and hearing the faint laughter of my mum and sister. Life seemed so complicated back then but when I think about it now it was, life. Something beautifully troubled but something beautiful.
I went outside and wished people would see me and blush or someone saying my name or knowing me but now I feel my body tense at an unfamiliar sound of someone's voice calling my name.
"Harry!" Niall says shaking me out of my thoughts
I open my eyes and feel blinded by the sharp bright light going in my eyes
"What?" I whine closing my eyes shut and rubbing the formed tears from the light
"We have two weeks until our next show and since we're already in Vermont why not go skiing?" Niall says explaining every detail as per usual
I ignore him and try to pretend I never heard him but he touches my shoulder making me snap and facing towards him with eyes wide open and ignoring how tired I actually am.
"So?" Niall says peaking out a small grin
He always thinks it's funny when I'm mad and when he laughs it makes me forget how mad I actually am but I try to keep a strong face
"What's the question" I say unamused
"Skiing all week?" He shrugs as he scratches his sweaty head
I nod my head and close the curtain shutting my eyes quickly.
"Okay I'll book it buddy" Niall says his voice slowly fading away as I begin my thoughts of beautiful England and my mum and sister
