"What do you say, we head back now?" I asked, my words muffled against the fabric of his sweater. His arms tightened around me and he let out a long breath, causing our bodies to sink together even more.
"Do we have too? This is nice," Louis murmured, sleep weighing down his voice.
"Yes, we have too," I chuckled, trying to push his arms off me. "Everyone is worried, remember? And the bus is going to be leaving soon."
"They wouldn't leave without me. You, maybe. But not me." Louis finally pulled back and as soon as he was no longer holding me against him, I shivered a little and missed the heat of his arms on my bare skin. He smirked at this.
"Gee thanks," I mocked being offended as I slid off the table and straightened out my jean shorts and tank top. We had been sitting there for nearly forty five minutes, neither of us saying a word. In some ways it was nice, it felt comfortable and like everything was okay between us. But my mind wouldn't let me enjoy the peace, it was hurling viscous thoughts my way. Panicking over having to go through with everything. It would be nice if my conscience could shut up for five minutes. It felt like I hadn't been at ease in weeks.
Louis got up as well and held his hand out too me. I took it with a small smile and we walked like that all the way back to the venue. When we got to the front - or what we were used to calling the front, it was actually off to the side where the boys didn't have to worry about being spotted and mobbed while coming and going - it was empty. The buses were still parked.
"What's going on? Where do you think everyone went?" I asked.
"I don't know... I'll turn on my mobile and see if anyone called me," Louis suggested as he dropped my hand and rummaged through his pocket for his cellphone.
"You turned off your phone?" I demanded. "Why? What if there had of been an emergency!"
Louis shrugged. "Wouldn't they have called you, then?"
I reached into my own pocket and pulled out my phone, only to find that it was out of battery. I held up the black screen to Louis. "It's dead."
"Fifteen missed calls from Liam. Six from Zayn. Eleven from Niall... From Paul, and everyone. Just not Harry." Louis muttered.
"He's probably trying to give you space."
"Whatever," Louis brushed his hand through the air like it was no big deal, even though I could plainly see that it was bugging him. "Liam texted me telling me that they're staying at the hotel another night. He said I better 'fucking get back' and asked if I knew where you were."
"How are we supposed to get back to the hotel?" I asked, wrapping my arms tighter around my body, trying to shield myself from the cold air. Louis noticed and slipped off his sweater, wrapping it around me tightly with a grin. I smiled up at him like a little girl.
"Like every other person without a car does, we ring a bloody taxi, Stella!" Louis rolled his eyes as he held his phone in front of his face. A frown firmed. "What's the number?"
"Louis, you're supposed to be sick. Not playing hooky. You can't risk being seen.
"I guarantee that the driver could care less about me. I doubt we'll run into a teenage girl driving this late."
"Louis," I said simply and he sighed in defeat.
"I'll call Paul," he grumbled.
The call was very quick and too the point. Louis hung up within seconds, and I could tell just from the look on his face that Paul was mad. Of course he was, Louis had behaved like a complete child, running away from his responsibilities like that.
