coachella | l.s

Chapter 2

Harry awoke the next morning feeling well-rested from his early slumber. He could tell it's an untimely morning when the sun was just beginning to rise from behind the mountains. He turned to his right and saw Niall sleeping his bed peacefully. He was half covered by the blanket, one leg sticking out right from under the covers. He could hear the quiet snores from his parted lips.

Glancing at the clock, which read 6:37am, Harry got up and headed to the restroom. He turned on the shower, and stretched a bit as he undressed. As he washed his hair, he thought about today's plans. The boys hadn't really thought out how exactly each day was going to go, they were just going to do as they pleased. It didn't matter to them if they were going to go out or stay in their hotel room, just as long as they made it to the event.

Harry turned off the shower, and grabbed a towel to dry himself before wrapping it around his waist. The clock read 7:00am when he walked out of the restroom to grab his clothing for today. He dressed in his favorite Rolling Stones shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. He used the hairdryer in the bathroom to blow-dry his curly hair, and then only combed it slightly with his fingers.

Niall was still soundly asleep when Harry was ready for the day. He decided that he would go grab some coffee and breakfast, knowing well that Niall would be hungry once he woke up. He slipped on his boots, and grabbed his sunglasses and wallet before heading out the door, leaving Niall to his catching of the Z's.

He used the elevator to go down to the lobby. He smiled at the receptionist and mumbled a "Good Morning" as he made his way out of the hotel doors. He slid on his sunglasses while he made his way to the Starbucks across the street. The smell of coffee entered Harry's nostrils when he opened the door to the shop. Surprisingly, it wasn't yet packed with the numbers of people. Harry glanced at the time on his phone. It was less than a dime to seven thirty. Still, Starbucks was usually packed or may be he shouldn't think too soon.

At the cash register stood a blond haired girl with cat eyes, and red lips. She instantly smiled when Harry approached her. She had a nice smile, friendly. "Hi, what can I get for you today?"

"Can I get two Caffè Mistos?"

"What size?"

"Tall. And also two Bacon and Gouda Sandwiches."

The girl, whose name tag said Taylor, tapped the screen of the register to put in Harry's order. "All right, is that all for you?"

"Yes."

"Okay, two Caffè Mistos, both tall, and two Bacon and Gouda Breakfast Sandwiches, that will be $17.68."

"Actually make that three sandwiches," Harry decided, pretty sure that Niall would not be satisfied with just one.

"One more sandwich, all right. That's $23.40 as your total."

Harry handed her a twenty and a five dollar bill. She gave him his change, and asked for his name.

"Harry."

She smiled. "Harry, nice name."

"Thanks." Harry nodded and then went to sit at an empty table to wait for his order. He went on his phone, and scrolled through Twitter and Instagram. He never really posted much or updated his followers on what he was up to. He had a large following base also, which he had no idea why. He would post the most mindless statuses on Twitter, and he rarely uploaded pictures on Instagram. One time he said he wanted burger, and he got a lot of retweets and favorites from just that. He didn't understand people, and sometimes he didn't even understand himself.

Harry's phone vibrated in his hand, and on top of the screen was a notification that he'd gotten a text message. He tapped the icon, and it was a message from Niall.