She's Not Afraid

Mmm, Pancakes.

***Chapter 27***

Drew’s POV

*One week later*

            Dublin. I was in Dublin. Never in my life would I have thought that I would be actually out of London. My plans for life were very different from my reality now.

            I planned to grow up in London and go to UNI in London and live in London and stay in London. I love London, ok?

            Reality was, I was traveling the world with my uncle and his world famous boy band. Fun.

            Seems kind of switched up, doesn’t it? My reality sounds like my dreams and my dreams sure do sound like reality. Does that make sense?

            Anyway, we left in the afternoon. The boys and I shared the same tour bus and the crew and other people were on another. I preferred the top bunk, and I made sure I would get my way. What’s that saying? Uh, It’s my way, or the highway.

            I slept until I couldn’t sleep any longer, and even then we had only driven 5 of the everlasting 8 hours.

            Most of the boys crashed and didn’t wake up until we got there but remarkably, Harry never fell asleep. Louis woke up about an hour before we arrived at the hotel.

            All we pretty much did was play card games.

            When I say we played card games, I mean we played card games. For Louis and Harry, it’s a way of life.

            When we arrived at the hotel at nearly 2 in the morning, we were told to wake up the other boys.

            I shook Niall’s shoulders until he came to his senses and pulled the duvet over his head. I stripped the covers off of him and he almost instantly curled up into a little ball. It was a funny sight to see, actually. I groaned and kicked me lightly in the stomach.

            “Wake up, you moron.” I said laughing lightly. “We’re at the hotel in Dublin.”

            “Ugh, fine.” Niall says in a rough voice. I reach my hand out to his and he takes it, me helping him stand up.

            “Get your stuff.” I tell him bluntly as he grabs his green backpack and slings it over one shoulder.

            He yawns before swaying a little and falling nearly on top of me. I catch him with good balance and miraculously stay standing up. I sling his arm over my shoulder before punching his softy in the chest.

            “Wake up, loser. We’re going inside.” He jerks his head up, standing on his own to feet but keeping his arm around me for balance just in case.

            Meanwhile, Harry and Louis had woken Zayn and Liam up, but they still looked like walking zombies.

            We all exit the bus and I practically drag Niall into the hotel. We meet my uncle by the elevators and he hands each of the boys and room key. They step into the elevator one by one and Niall is no longer literally on my shoulder.

            I look at Paul expectantly and he just smiles. I roll my eyes and walk into the elevator with the boys. I guess I would be sharing a room with my uncle then.

            There wasn’t any talking just yawns and coughs because we were all so tired. The boys get off at floor number 9 and I wave goodnight to them. Harry gives me a weird look but grabs my hand, dragging me out into the corridor and over to what I assume is his room.