She's Not Afraid

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***Chapter 37***

Drew’s POV

            When I wake up, it’s literally pitch black in the room. Wait. Where am I? I think to myself.

            I wriggle around in my laying position and find someone right next to me. I can feel their hot and steady breathe on my nose as I assume their asleep as I was moments ago.

            Their presence startles me and end up falling off of whatever I was laying on, crashing onto the floor.

            OW.

            I manage to stand up, feeling around with my hands in the pitch blackness. I walk forward and feel nothing with my hands so I continue walking. I trip over something and fall face first onto the carpeted floor.

            “Drewww…?” I hear someone moan sleepily.

            I feel around for the wall and stand up, holding onto it. I find the light switch and flip it on, the light of the dressing room blinding me temporarily.

            I sigh in relief when I spot who was on the couch beside me moments before.

            “Why was it so dark in here?” I ask.

            “You were sleeping.” Harry replies, his voice still a little rough from just waking up.

            “You could’ve waked me up.” I reply simply. My hand goes to my shin and I look around for the thing I could’ve possibly tripped on. I see a heavy looking bag that seems to have some sort of electrical heavy thingy inside it. I look down at my shin and see its already starting to bruise.

            “But you looked so peaceful.” He replies, sitting up on the couch.

            I roll my eyes and check the time on my iPhone. It’s already nearly 1 in the morning and I’m really tired. I just want to sleep, to be honest.

            “Let’s go back to the hotel.”

            “We can’t.”

            “Why?” I ask him, sassily. I’m tire, ok?

            “Too many fans.” He says, except he flips over on the couch, so his words are mumbled and hard to understand.

            “Ok, I know you’re cocky sometimes but—‘’

            “No, there are too many fans outside and near the hotel.” He explains. “Paul told me we can’t go back to the hotel until the morning, but he thinks we might be able to sneak onto the tour bus for the night.”

            I contemplate. Stay here and sleep on this tiny uncomfortable couch with harry all night or sneak into the tour bus trying to not be seen by a bunch of fans just to sleep in a comfortable bed. If I don’t get a good night’s sleep I will freak for sure.

            “I’m going to the tour bus.” I tell him and he groans.

            “Why can’t you just stay here with me?” Harry whines.

            “Because you’re coming with me.”

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            Harry and I managed to make it to the back door, where fewer fans were and it was closer to the tour bus.