Don't Leave Me Here (Harry Styles x Cher Lloyd x Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter 4: Cher

Cher

I giggled and played around with his hair a bit. He cuddled closer to me when his phone rang.

“Hello?” I answered, maybe a little too cheeky.

“Cher? Is this you?” Harry’s voice came from the other line.

“Yeah.”

“Wow, you’ve made it.” He said with obviously forced enthusiasm.

I sighed, sadly. “Yeah. Umm, why’d you call?” I changed the topic.

“Um… can I talk to Louis?” He sounded uncomfortable. No doubt, I sound the same.

“Lou’s asleep.” I said, unemotional.

“Oh…” He sounded distinct. “I’ll call back later.”

“Okay, bye.”

I was about to put the phone down when he said, “Cher! Wait!”

“Yeah?” I said, putting the phone back to my ear.

“Where are you guys? How long will you get here?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll ask Louis when he wakes. Bye.” I put down the phone without waiting for anything Harry has to say.

I rested my head on the headrest and regret why I dated all the guys from One Direction.

I was about to fall asleep too when one on the bodyguards cleared their throats and said in a low, strong, raspy, masculine voice: “Mr. Tomlinson has something to give you, Ms. Lloyd.”

I was intimidated. He looked scary. Not the kind of oh-look-its-a-ghost scary, more like the he-looks-like-John-Cena kind of scary.

He handed me an assorted bunch of flowers wrapped in pink and purple different papers.

“Thank you… what’s your name?” I asked.

“Steven.” He said.

“Thank you, Steven.” I kept the flowers close until a drifted to a deep, deep sleep.

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As soon as I woke up, I figured I was dreaming.

I was in a big, white, comfortable bed inside a king-sized room. There was a big, cream-colored lamp on either side of the bed. There was a huge flat screen telly with football/soccer showing on it and a white Shih Tzu dog on the floor wearing a red and white striped shirt.

Louis was at the foot of the bed, watching the football/soccer show.

“When will the dreams end?” I groaned as I sat up.

“Well, well, well. Sleeping Beauty’s finally awake. How’s your sleep?” Louis asked.

“I can’t tell yet.”

He tilted his head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I’m still dreaming so… I’ll tell the real Louis when I wake.” I shrugged.

“You are awake, love.” He said as he turned away from the telly and sat beside me. “Maybe you just don’t know it yet but you’re one-hundred percent awake.” He kissed my forehead.

“Hmm… maybe you are right… Who does the dog belong to?” I asked, picking the dog up and I saw it was a she.

“You. A gift from Cowell.” He petted her.

“Aww. Cute.” I played around with her. “I think I’ll name her Lucy.”

He laughed. “Lucy?”

“Yeah. Sorry if I stole your name a little bit there… I’m guessing you dressed her?” I asked, gesturing to the dog’s outfit.

“Uh… yeah.” He admitted. “You don’t like it?”

“No, I don’t.” He grimaced. “I love it.” His face lit up again.

I put Lucy down on the floor and he said, “Want to go out to the boys’ room?”

“They have a separate room?”

He nodded. “This room is ours. They have another room and so does Simon.” He said as he took my hand and went across the hotel corridor to one of the rooms.

When we opened it, it was chaos. Cheetos and pizza were all over the floor, random beach balls bouncing everywhere, screaming and shouting were to be heard, everywhere you looked, it was messy, the bodyguards were wearing hats and red clown noses, shattered glass was on the floor, right beside an elegant-looking white, wooden table and you would smell fart.

I pinched my nose. “World War III?” I asked.

Louis pinched his nose as well. “Nope.” He popped his lips on the p. “One-Direction war number…” He counted on his fingers. “Twenty seven.”

I chucked. “So… where are they?” I asked.

There were two claps from all directions and three heads, one blonde, one black, one brunette popped out from nowhere.

“Shh! We’re playing hide-and-clap! Watch out for Harry!” Niall whispered.

“Can we join?” Louis asked.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” He said and we hid under the table.

It took a while until we heard Harry exclaim, “Clap!”

Everyone clapped twice, including me and Louis.

I guess we clapped a little too loud cause Harry came to our direction.

“Clap.” Harry said and me and Louis clapped.

“Ha-ha!” He said as he pulled us from under the table.

He looked surprised when he saw who was hiding under the table. “Louis! Cher!” He hugged us both.

“You made it!” He said, letting go of Louis and hugging me, instead. Louis grunted as Harry rubbed my back.

The three other boys went out from their hiding places and came to us. “Well, it’s about time we start rehearsing. Show’s tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Louis said.

“Cher, are you coming?” Harry asked, pulling away from me.

“Um… do you guys want me to?” I asked them.

“Yeah.” Said Zayn.

“Sure.” Said Niall

“Okay.” Said Liam.

“I vote yes.” Said Harry.

I looked at Louis. “Of course you’re coming. I won’t leave you alone.” Louis put an arm around my shoulder and everyone suddenly found interest in the floor.

Simon came in. “I heard the voting and I vote yes. Whether you like it or not, Cher’s coming. You,” He pointed at me. “need to rehearse with them.”

I nodded. “M-kay.”