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Chapter Six (Lucy’s Perspective)
Sun streams in through the hotel curtains. I sit up straighter on the couch. Niall’s head is in my lap. He’s still asleep. The menu screen from the DVD we watched last night is displayed on the TV. I don’t even remember how it ended. I probably fell asleep before it even got close to the end anyways. I turn my head to look at the time on the digital clock on the nightstand behind us and flinch. There is a massive crick in my neck. Great.
I grip Niall’s arm lightly and shake him.
“Niall. Wake up. It’s almost eleven.” He grunts as he sits up next to me. One eye is squeezed shut and the other is barely squinted open.
“Where are we?”
“Buffalo.”
“What time is the show?”
“Five.”
“Shit!” He exclaims, jumping off the couch and running to his suitcase, pulling out a clean change of clothes. He hurriedly strips off the shirt he was wearing and stuffs it inside. “I have to take a shower! We’re supposed to be at the venue by noon!”
“Niall.”
“Lucy! Go! Go take a shower in one of the lads’ rooms, hurry!”
“Niall!”
“What?!”
“The venue is two minutes away!” He freezes mid-stride. His foot drops to the floor and he turns to face me.
“Oh,” He says simply. He shrugs and continues to the bathroom, hanging his shirt over his shoulder.
“I’m going to go take a shower in my room. It was fun finally getting to spend some bro time with you,” I say, grinning at him. He turns and smiles warmly back at me.
“Same here,” He says before slipping through the bathroom door. I gather up my duffel bag and slip into the cold hallway of the hotel. I locate my key card in the side pocket of the bag and head down the hallway to my room. The door swung open easily and it clicked closed behind me. I dropped my duffel bag on the bed and pulled out a big t-shirt and a clean bra and underwear. I grinned to myself as I reached into the depths of the bag and pulled out a pair of shorts. But not just any shorts. Harry’s shorts. I had stolen them back from him the day before when he was in the shower.
When I get out of the bathroom with wet hair and teeth brushed and dressed in clean clothes, I go to my duffel bag and pull out my phone. I have three missed texts. One from Harry, one from Louis, and one from Liam.
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