At the End of the Day...

Chapter 21

Knock, knock.

Knock, Knock.

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

"Alright, alright, I'll be there in a second!" Harry's begins moving beside me, his voice sounding annoyed. "It's only 9am, for God's sake," he mutters to himself. My eyes are still closed. I can't bare to open them, I am so worn out. 

From the flight... and other things.

I hear Harry open the door, and without moving, I try to listen to who it is.

"You're not gonna believe it, well...actually, you probably will be able to believe it. Cheryl broke up with Liam...over text." It's Louis. Poor Liam. That's harsh. I've never been dumped over text, but that has got to hurt. Especially since we're in a whole different country.

"Is he ok?" Harry's groggy morning voice gives me shivers, and suddenly my eyes flutter open. Should I go out there? Maybe they don't want me around. I mean, that's completely understandable. It's none of my business.

"He says he's fine, but I know him well enough to see through that. Wanna come and see him? Maybe you'll be able to cheer him up?"

"I don't want to leave Eva...I think she's still asleep..." What are sweetheart.

"I'll wait for her to get up and let her know. You go and speak to him." A few seconds later, I hear the door close, and realise that Louis is probably still in our suite. I look down at myself and notice that I'm half naked, so quickly grab a nearby dressing gown, tie it up, and walk out to the lounge area to see him sitting on the couch.

"Hi, love," he greets me with a cheerful smile. "Harry just had to go help Liam with something. I'm sure he'll be back soon. Do you want to get some room service or something?" I decide not to pester Louis with questions, and instead just nod my head.

"I'm starving, that sounds great," I respond. So Louis calls room service, and then we both take a seat on the couch again.

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"So, did you and Harry have fun last night?" Louis suggestively wiggles his eyebrows, causing me to laugh out loud.

Our appetizing breakfast has arrived and we're seated at the table.

"Shut up," I playfully nudge him, obviously not wanting to give him any details.

"I'm only asking because I heard you," he smirks at me, and I spit out an already chewed up piece of toast.

"Oh my god. You have got to be kidding." I cover my eyes in complete shock and embarrassment.

"I wish I could say I was joking. My room's just next to yours. I think my bedroom's right next to your bedroom..." He looks away, appearing to feel awkward and embarrassed.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't even think about the possibility of anyone hearing! I guess I was just... caught in the moment?" Louis throws his head back in laughter, and I join in, taking both of our now empty plates to the kitchen bench. I'm trying to act like it's not a big deal, but inside I'm mortified. "What's on for today?" I ask him, trying to change the subject.

"Well, Lottie was going to ask you if you wanted to go shopping with her? The rest of us will probably just hang here for the day, but later on tonight we wanted to go out for dinner. I dunno, Harry will probably tell you more about it."

"Yes and yes," I say, agreeing to both things on offer, now excited for the day ahead. I open my mouth to say something else, but in walks Harry, interrupting my thoughts.

"Speak of the devil!" Louis grins over at Harry, and he smiles back at both of us.

"Hi love," he walks over to me, pecking me on the lips. "You were talking about me?"