No Direction

Chapter I: Harry Takes a Shower

Harry decided to take a shower. It was a warm Sunday night, 7:53 pm. Everyone's favorite boy band resided at a hotel in West Virginia. The boys were having fun like they usually do in between tours. The "Love Direction" tour was probably one of the most popular and talked about tour in all of their careers. Taking a wiz, he then proceeded to enter the shower.

"Ahhhhh..." Harry let out a relaxed sigh. It was a nice hot shower. He needed to stay focus for the next tour and rest his sore callused feet, due to the constant friction of dancing.

"♪Jolly jolly ho! Jolly jolly ho! Duh dununuh nuh, I'm giddy o' boy!♪" Singing one of his favorite shower songs, he scrubbed himself clean of all the stress and filth from tonight. He lathered up the loofa and prepared to wash his washboard abs that glistened when light struck it. He gripped the handle and stroked the soap absorbed sponge against his smooth skin. He proceeded to use the shower head and wet towel to scrub the soap off and cleaned his back in a similar fashion, and peed while reading Facebook comments off of Ed Sheeran.

"Good luck, bro." Harry texted him.

"Aw thanks, and hope your tour goes well. Keep on rocking!!! \m/" Ed texted back.

In the hotel room, Niall and Louis were playing Call of Duty: Ghosts on the Playstation 3, winning for their clan, while Zayn was bored out of his mind. Clasping his hands together, moving both his thumbs in circular motion trying not to touch them together, a sudden devious thought came to his head.

"Pss, guys..." Zayn whispered to Niall and Louis as they paused the game to hear what he had to say. "I'm gonna get back at Harry."

You see, Harry and Zayn haven't gotten along so well today. It all started when they were having lunch together and Harry barfed all over Zayn's fries when he left to go to the bathroom.

"Harry, what did you do to my bloody fries!?" He exclaimed as he returned to his seat.

"It was Niall." Harry said. Zayn screamed into the inner part of his elbow and walked away.

Zayn was about to get his revenge as he slowly opened up the bathroom door Harry carelessly unlocked. Harry was too busy singing to hear anything. Zayn made a sprint to the toilet and flushed it, running back out and jumping onto the bed, laughing at his immaturity.

"♪Ooh, it's a bloody beutifu-... Was that the loo? Oh, ah, cold!" Harry grabbed a towel to wrap around his wet body and leaped out of the shower. Niall and Louis began to laugh along with Zayn.

"That's not cool, whoever did that!" Harry shouted, stomping out of the bathroom.

"Don't you think you're overreacting a little bit." Niall said, unable to hold his laughter any longer. Harry forgot to wrap the towel on him properly and quickly rushed back into the bathroom, locking the door this time. The other four laughed heartily until they were paused by a knock on the door. It was none other than daddy direction himself, Liam Payne.

"What's up, Liam." Louis said. "Where've you been all this time?"

"I just got word that our tour is going to be postponed." Liam said. Louis and Niall sat up from the floor and turned off their game station, while Zayn got out of the bed.

"Why on earth is it being postponed?" Zayn said.

"Well, I don't make the rules around here." Liam said, shrugging. "But I'm sure Niall will especially like the news."

Harry barged out of the the bathroom once again, struggling to put on his pajama pants, with a toothbrush in his mouth.

"Where are we going?" Harry mumbled.