Unexpected

Chapter 8

~Maddys P.O.V~

The morning is really caotic. It starts with harry coming in at 8:30am telling me that they slept in and we need to leave in 10 minutes!

I sit up so fast my head starts to spin and harry runs out of the room.

I hear shouting downstairs. They must have left packing to the last minute...

I put my phone in my back pocket and my laptop in my bag. I quickly get dressed, grab my already packed suitcase and head downstairs.

"Simons going to kill us." Liam whispers.

I giggle. He looks up at me and I stop. He runs upstairs.

"Does anybody need help?" I shout over all the noise.

Harry and Zayn yell from upstairs.

"Me!"

I run up the stairs and head to Harry's room first. All his clothes are scattered on the floor and his suitcase is wide open and empty.

"What happened in here?" I ask with a smirk on my face.

He glares at me and says.

"Just help me throw everything in my suitcase."

I rush over and help him throw all his clothes messily into his suitcase.

"Thanks Maddy." Harry says when were done.

"You're welcome." I smile and skip out of the room.

I walk into Zayns room and it doesn't look much better. His clothes are on his bed but his suitcase is also empty. Gosh boys.

I'm about to help him but his clothes in the suitcase but he hands me a bag and tells me to grab his stuff from his bathroom.

"Sure." I say smiling.

I walk into the bathroom and it smells like guy. I take everything from the sink and the shower. Zayn has a lot of hair stuff...

When I walk back in the room he's done with his clothes. I set the bag with the stuff from the bathroom on top and he zips it up.

"Thanks Maddy." Zayn says.

"You're welcome." I reply.

When I walk back downstairs Louis, Niall and Liam are by the front door.

"Ready?" Louis calls.

"Yup." I say.

I grab my stuff and run out to the car. Soon were all piled in with our stuff heading to the studio. Were only a little late.

"I didn't even get to eat." Niall mutters when we start driving.

I don't think anyone heard him but I did. I punch his arm softly. He looks up at me and sticks out his tongue.

"Really." I say mockingly.

We laugh.

Were about half an hour from the studio. I take my phone out of my pocket.

"Harry?" I ask.

"Ya?" He says thoughtfully.

"Can I get twitter?"

He doesn't answer right away. I think he's going to say no. He probably doesn't want me to interact with their fans in case they say stuff that's really mean.

"I guess. But be careful okay?" He replies after awhile.

"Thanks."

I download the twitter app from the App Store and make a username.