She's Not Afraid

Cute

***Chapter 31***

            “Seriously, though, this pizza is heaven.” I tell Harry, taking a seat next to him on the couch in our hotel room. I munch on my slice of cheese pizza as Harry does the same. We had ordered a simple pizza from room service in result of our hungriness after the show was over.

            “I know.” He says, propping his legs up on the coffee table as I cross mine over his.

            “I met the Aussies today.” I tell him.

            “The Emos?” He asks with a laugh.

            “Hey, just because they actually play instruments and aren’t a bubble gum pop boy band like you, doesn’t mean you have to insult their talent.” I stick my tongue out playfully at him.

            “Hey, I play an instrument.” He retaliates.

            “Yeah it’s called being annoying.” I say.

            “That doesn’t even make sense.”

            “So.”

            He laughs and I laugh, too just at our little bickering that seems to never end.

            I hear a faint knock come from the door and hop up and ninja roll over to see who it is. Harry laughs at my expert ninja skills, I personally think he’s just jealous.

            I stand on my tiptoes to see who’s there through the peephole, but honestly, I’m actually kind of short. Maybe like 5’3”ish.

            I open to door to see Niall standing there like he had just seen a ghost. His blue eyes are sad and are ruining my good mood.

            “What’s wrong?” I ask.

“It’s Josh.” He says as I grab his hand and pull him inside. I pull him into the living room and Harry spots us. He takes in the sight of me holding Niall’s hand and frowns. I sit down Niall on the couch and even offer him a piece of pizza but he doesn’t take it, which is unusual.

            I sit down on Harry’s lap and look over at Niall in his sad state. I’ve never seen him like this before. He’s usually a happy, upbeat person, but today he’s just not.

            “What happened to him?” I ask nervously, playing with my fingers in my lap.

            “Who?” I hear Harry wonder quietly, but I ignore him. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him.

            “He’s ill.” Niall states, fiddling with his thumbs.

            “How ill?” I ask again nervously.

            “Who?” Harry repeats but we both ignore him.

            “Well, He’s come down with the flu and, if you didn’t know, his immune system is very weak and what would take people a few days to recover, could take him about a week or more.” He explains. I sigh, thinking of josh and how weak he probably is right now and I instantly feel really bad.

            “How did he come down with it?” I question Niall.

            “Who?” Harry says for the third time, this one quite louder. We still seem to ignore it.

            “I don’t really know, you’ll have to ask him. He’s very weak, though. I don’t think he’ll be able to play tomorrow.” Oh no. Josh won’t be able to play tomorrow for the second concert of the tour. OH NO.