Different - a Niall Horan love story

Chapter 12

'Louuuuuuuis ?' I ask. The both of us are sitting in the little kitchen of the tourbus, while the others are in the back or sleeping. Until a second ago, Louis was looking at the screen of his phone.

'Elineeeee ?' he says, copying me.

'How is it that you and Zayn were arguing about that one bunk when there's actually two in the middle ?' I ask. I've been wondering about that for four hours now. It just doesn't make sense.

'Well, Niall was first with picking his bunk and he took the other one in the middle, so ...' he smiles at me. Damn, didn't think about that.

'Oh' I laugh. Louis chuckles and focuses back on his phone.

'Guys, we're about to arrive, so get ready !' Liam comes in, excited. I smile and jump up from my seat.

'Yay !' I run to my bunk and search for my phone. I don't even know where I left that thing. After I turned my bunk upside down for two times I decide my phone's probably not in there. I decide on checking the living room, where I find Harry and Zayn, doing a staring-contest. I should probably not disturb them ... Whatever.

'Hey guys, has anyone seen my phone ?' They both jump up. They clearly didn't hear me come in.

'Yeah, it was on the table half an hour ago.' Harry says mindless without bothering to look at me. I smile at them, they're funny doing that. It seems Zayn is winning though, Harry's getting trouble not starting to laugh.

'Thanks.'

'Yeah, whatever.' Zayn answers, obvious not aware of what the conversation is about. That's the last straw for Harry ; he starts laughing so hard even Liam and Louis come in, making sure everything's okay.

'You guys okay in here ?' Liam asks.

'Yeah.' I chuckle.

'Why is he laughing like that ?' Louis asks.

'Don't know, one moment they are doing a staring-contest and the next one he is crawling over the ground, laughing his ass off.' I shrug.

'Hazza, what's up ?' Louis asks, walking over to Harry. Harry just keeps laughing so hard I think he might choke.

'He always has that when we do a staring-competition.' Zayn says, still sitting in the same spot he was five minutes ago. He's looking at Harry and chuckling along while Harry still has trouble to breath.

'You know, if you don't stop laughing, you'll probably die from air-issues.' I say laconically. That only makes him laugh harder. I shriek when Liam pokes me. 'What was that for ?'

'Leave the pour boy alone.' He blinks. I chuckle and look at Louis, who's trying to calm Harry down. Damn that boy can laugh.

'I'll go wake Niall.' Zayn says.

'He's sleeping ?' I ask, surprised.

'You're surprised about that ?' Louis asks from next to Harry, who finally calmed down a little. He's still chuckling and laughing sometimes, but at least he can breathe now.

I think about what he said for a second. 'No, not really actually.' Liam and Louis chuckle. Harry seems lost in his own world, he's being really weird right now. 'Is he always like that when he laughs his head off ?' I wonder.

'Pretty much.' Zayn answers suddenly. Looks like he was able to wake Niall.

'Hey.' Niall says with his sleepy voice.

'Hey Nialler.' Liam answers, while Louis and Harry - who finally came back to earth - smile at him.

'Afternoon, sleepy head.' I say, ruffling his hair. He chuckles and goes with his hand through his hair, making sure it's in the right position. I role my eyes, do all guys really do that ?