One Life

Chapter Fourteen

I was in Harry's bed, leant half against the head board trying to stay up as he did whatever he was doing.

Soon enough, Harry was sitting next to me, then pushed my head to lay on his chest.

I was so tired, I couldn't even focus to keep my head on his chest; it fell into his lap.

"Ready?" Niall's voice popped up in the room.

"She's exhausted. I think we'll pass." His long fingers stroked the baby hairs on my nape.

I couldn't cope with ruining Harry's Halloween, so I sat up fighting my lids. "No, let's go."

"You sure?" Niall asked, beating Harry to the punch on asking.

"Yeah." I said, rubbing my eyes.

That's when Niall left, and Harry had left my side to retrieve something.

I stood up, trying to gain balance.

My eyes slowly opened again when Harry wheeled me over to his suitcase.

He handed me a pair of sweats, and his hoodie.

The sweats were loose, but so warm, and the same went for the hoodie. I put them on over my clothes that I already wore.

When we joined the others, some sighed annoyed, while others smiled at our arrival.

"And they return!" Niall cheered.

"Now, we have to repeat the plan..." Zayn sighed. "Okay, so at 12, either Paul or Preston will check up on us... So therefore we have a few hours to be out, and be back in by 11:45 sharp."

I opened my mouth to say something, but I was cut off by Zayn's pointing finger. "We'll exit through the Hotel's back door. Now let's go. Chances are that we will bump into anybody apart of the crew, so we take the stairs."

I noticed he was talking directly to Harry and I because, he was repeating the plan for us, while the others just stood around just incase they'd missed anything.

I sort of hid my face behind Harry's brawny arm, trying to stifle my laughter that was about to escape. Harry pinched my palm slightly, because he now tried not to laugh at Zayn.

We couldn't take him quite serious with his costume, and what not.

"Got that?" Zayn asked us.

I nodded, balling my lips.

Zayn rolled his eyes at us, and soon enough he was walking out of the suite's door with the rest following close behind, Harry and I being last to leave.

We watched everyone from behind, snickering at their choice of costumes.

Zayn didn't wear a blonde wig, being Niall and all, but he was wearing a ginger beard, long clover socks, with a green tuxedo that looked rather shrunk. It looked more like a leprechaun if you asked me, not Niall... but maybe it's a inside joke.

Liam and Samantha were holding hands which made me kind of jealous because Harry and I weren't, but he held onto the hem of the sweats I wore, leading me.

Anyway, Samantha wore this perfect fitting, strapless, black and yellow dress, that flowed into a little tutu. She didn't look too whore-ish, because she wore converse, and antlers over her ponytailed hair, which made it look appropriate, and cute.

Liam had a red flannel shirt that was fully buttoned up, blue jeans and just a Woody from Toy's Story mask that was secured by a elastic band.

Niall wore sweats like me, and a hoodie and everything. Simple, but effective.