Start It All Over Again

Whatever

Liam's Point of View

By this point, I was starting to get REALLY sick of going around in circles. It was kinda cool the first time. The second- okay, sure. The third: I can deal with this. The fourth- alright. The fifth- eh. The sixth- hmm. The thirty seventh time-

"GET ME THE FUCK OFF THIS!" I yelled. A couple families happened to get on a few minutes before this, so I coughed and apologized quickly. By the thirty ninth circle, Zayn got on and we were finally all set to go home- er, well, anywhere other than here.

We drove back to Zayn and Niall's hotel room, me ranting the entire time about my awful night sleeping on those hard benches and going around and around for twelve hours. Zayn nodded a few times, but he wasn't really paying attention. Of course.

We finally arrived at the hotel and I grabbed my suitcase and hauled it up the back stair case. Unfortunately, the stair case was always our only option, so that we could avoid fans. Oh, no! It's not like we WANT to avoid the our wonderful, beautiful girls. We just don't want to get mobbed. It's understandable, right?

Even when taking the staircase, we still are often spotted by some girls- but, a minimal number, so it's actually really great. I really love talking to our Directioners. It bugs me when we only get to spend fifteen seconds with them and then just move them along and bring the next one in. They're real girls and they've helped us to achieve our dream. The least we could do is TREAT them like real girls and speak with them for more than three seconds. It's not fair for them, really.

"Want something to eat?" Zayn asked, after entering the room. I nodded. "I'm starving."

"Hey, um, Zayn?" I asked. He looked back at me. "Why are there girls' clothes lying on the floor?"

Zayn took a moment. "Welp. There was this girl. Her name's Meghan. And-"

"Zayn, did you...?"

"No! Hell no. Niall-"

"Niall!?"

"NO! See, Meghan's friend- I didn't catch her name- went missing at the concert last night. They found blood in the street where she was and everything. A shame, really. And, Niall has a thing for her- Meghan, I mean. So, he let her come here, because she's from America and her parents aren't here and they went to the police to file a missing person report and blah, blah, blah."

"Thanks, all caught up," I said, quickly. He nodded. "So, wanna go see what Lou and Harry are up to?"

"Yeah, sure! Should we wait for Niall to come back?" He asked.

"Nah," I answered. "He's probably having some fun of his own." He laughed and brought me my porridge. I ate it quickly and drank down some orange juice. I changed my clothes and brushed my teeth and decided that I was ready. I came out to find Zayn looking at his reflection in a spoon, fixing his hair and whatnot. Seriously, that guy could look at himself for hours in a mirror.

We went back down the stairs and got in the car, off to Harry and Louis' flat. When we arrived, Harry opened the door and greeted both of us. "Where's Niall?" He asked.

"With his new girlfriend." Zayn aswered.

Harry wiggled his eyebrows, making us laugh. Louis finally came downstairs and sat down with us in the loft area. "What's going on?" He asked, with a smile. But, I could tell the smile wasn't quite genuine.

"Just hanging out," I said. "What's up with you?"

He sighed. "Nothing."

"I don't think you're quite telling the truth."