Chapter 7:
*Harry’s POV*
The interview was just the same as the others so for the majority of it I was trying to share eye contact with Niall but he seemed to be scared to even look at me. God, what have you done now Styles?
There was a tap on my shoulder and I looked up, realizing that the boys had all left their seats, leaving me sitting there and staring at my hands as I tried to sort out my memories of the prior night. “Oh, sorry.” I mumbled out, quickly standing up and heading down the hall without so much of a glance in the interviewer’s direction.
“Hey, Ni!” I called out once I had caught up with them but the lad barely gave me a look which honestly made my heart sink a bit. “C’mon, Nialler, you can’t ignore me.” I teased playfully, just wanting some attention from him. I mean, he’s going to have to talk to me at some point. We are in a band together after all.
I huffed out a frustrated breath, crossing my arms over my chest and giving Niall a fake scowl. These moves used to work…Niall would look over at me and end up grinning but not this time, this time he simply followed Paul back to the van.
“We have some downtime at the hotel for well, for the rest of the day.” Paul was saying as we all piled into the van. “If you leave the hotel, notify me first or else enjoy the day off lads. You deserve it.”
“God, I’m starved!” Louis exclaimed, stretching out across mine and Liam’s laps, “What about you, Harry-poo?”
I laughed, pinching Louis’ cheeks before leaning down and blowing out a farting noise on his cheek. “Aw, gross!” Louis exclaimed, pushing me away and wiping off his cheek. I laughed, glancing behind me at Niall which quickly made my laughter die down. His blank stare quickly turned to a glare before he turned to snuggle into Zayn’s side. With a shaky sigh, I turned back to facing front. If you receive a glare from Niall, you’ve really fucked up because he’s the most forgiving of us all, aside from maybe Liam.
*Niall’s POV*
To say I’m feeling confused is an understatement. Harry doesn’t normally try so hard for my attention so why would he spend the whole day working for it after what happened last night? I honestly am not sure if he is just a dumbfuck and decided that for once he wants to be my buddy or if he remembers what happened last night and is trying to make up for it. Either way, he’s really pissing me off at this point. I don’t want to talk to him; I don’t want anything to do with him! Although I haven’t figured out how this will happen yet, I will get over him. I can’t continue loving a guy who sees my sole purpose as a place to put his drunk dick – especially after last night.
The moment we got back to the hotel, I had gone straight to my room though Zayn had knocked on my door not even 5 minutes later. It’s weird, lately that kid is always trying to be with me. I mean, I’m not complaining because I’ve allowed myself to grow even closer to him and Liam in this past month.
“I’m hungry.” I said, looking up from the TV and nudging my foot against Zayn’s. “’Course you are,” Zayn chuckled, shifting beside me a bit, “Why don’t you go grab us some food? The living room connected to Liam’s room is for all of us and we all have a key to it. Paul said he had it stocked for us.”
“I forgot about that. Want something?” I asked as I swung my legs over the side of the bed and slipped my feet into my shoes. “Just get me whatever, and a soda.” Zayn shrugged, grabbing the remote to change the channel. I just nodded and grabbed the two keys before heading out of the room and down the hall.
