Last First Kiss (One Direction Fan Fiction) (Charlotte's Directions Book Two)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9                  Liam POV                  Day 6 of Tour: Los Angeles

It was the next day; late Thursday morning to be exact. I was just cleaning up the sink after I had shaved, glimpsing up into the mirror. Louis’s reflection came closer. He leaned into the doorway of the bathroom that we shared.

“Harry still isn’t answering his phone,” He told me.

I turned to face him. “Niall?”

Lou shook his head no.

“That’s weird. Did you try texting Charlotte?”

“She accidently left her phone with me.”

“Oh that’s right.”

Louis dipped his head to the front door. “Do you want me to go check on them?”

“That would be good. Tell them we have to be in the lobby by eleven. Oh, their key’s on the nightstand.”

“Thanks,” Louis nodded and took off.

About two minutes later Louis was back. His eyes were wide and his mouth cracked into a grin. “Liam: you HAVE to see this.”

My brows raised and my stomach did a flip. “What’s going on?”

“I’ll let you see for yourself, man.” He passed me the plastic room key and slapped me on the shoulder.

With a nervous scowl on my face I pounded to the room across the hall. I came up to the big oak door; taking a deep breath. I set the key in the slot and quickly pulled it out, hearing a little click and seeing a small green light. Slowly and quietly, I pushed the door inwards…

I ran a hand through my hair and sighed.

Feathers littered the ground; settled along the dresser tops like thick blankets of dust. Charlotte was curled up in the fetal position in the middle of the room, her two stuffed animals curled to her chest. Two mattresses were piled up on one bedframe; with Harry lying on the very top. Niall was on the couch, wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and his Goofy hat.

“GOOD MORNING!” I hollered.

All three of them sprung to life.

“Liam…?” Charlotte mumbled.

“Yes. Now everyone get up,” I said even louder.

Niall rubbed away at his eyes with his fists. “That was fun.”

“I’m sure it was, but we have things to do today. So go make yourself pretty.” I walked towards Harry. I reached up and yanked at his arm, which he blindly tried to slap me with.

“It was like… the world’s best sleepover,” Charlotte yawned. She wrinkled her nose. “I wish I would have done more sleeping, though.”

“How late were you up?”

“Erm,” Niall glanced at the analog clock that dangled above the plasma TV. “About seven.”

I raised a critical brow, “So you got three hours of sleep.”

“We’re big boys, we can handle it.”

“I’m not a big boy,” Charlotte whined, stuffing her face into Flounders fluffy blue and yellow fuzz. “I’m tired, Andy. I want to go back to sleep.”

“Nope.” In five big strides I was towering above her tiny body huddled on the floor. “You have classes today, lovely.”

She flipped her head up at me. “Come on!”