3| Another World

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 "C'mon sleepy heads! Get up!" Liam's voice yelled, pulling the covers off of me. 

 I groaned, curling up in a ball to make myself warmer. Harry protested when the guys pulled his blankets off of him as well. 

 "Guys, you both have twenty minutes to get ready before you have to be downstairs in the lobby," Liam informed us. I flipped him off, covering my head with a pillow. "Diana, I'm helping you here. That is no way to repay me." 

 "Liam, go away," Harry grumbled from under what I assumed was his own pillow.

 "You guys are made for each other," Liam muttered, heading out of the room. 

 The rest of the guys were still in there, doing something to Harry's bed. It sounded like they were either trying to push Harry off of it, or they were jumping on it. Maybe a combination of both.

 I groaned, sitting up and removing the pillow from my face. I was right: it was a combination of both. Louis and Niall were jumping lightly on the bed while Zayn tried to push Harry off. 

 "Harry," I yelled, making him remove the pillow from his face. "Get up. I think you're gonna want enough time to do that hair of yours." 

 He rolled his eyes at me, standing and heading to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Zayn fell face-first on the bed while Louis and Niall kept jumping.

 "You two bozos are going to break the bed if you keep doing that," Zayn stated, looking up at the two of them. 

 They stopped and plopped down, their legs crossed. "So, Diana, what are you wearing today?" Louis asked, placing his elbows on his knees and his chin on his hands. 

 I lifted an eyebrow at him. "A black sundress that has spaghetti straps with a pair of black sandals I have," I answered, pulling out the clothing items as I said them. I looked between Niall, Louis, and Zayn, all of them having mischievous looks on their faces. "Why did you want to know?" 

 Louis shrugged, looking around the room nonchalantly. "No reason." 

 "Right, okay," I nodded, unconvinced. 

 Harry opened the bathroom door after I said that and I grabbed my clothes (including a black bandeau) and makeup bag and raced to the bathroom, shoving Harry out of the way, and locking the door behind me. 

 I started quickly on getting dressed. I was already wearing Nike shorts, so I just kept those on, but slipped off the shirt and sports bra I was wearing and replaced the bra with the bandeau, putting the dress on after that. 

 I quickly put on some powder, used setting spray, and then put on mascara, then winged eyeliner. I always slept late, so I got used to doing this routine when I had no time in the morning. I messed with my hair and decided to leave it how it was. 

 Putting on my sandals, I unlocked and opened the door, gathering my things and stuffing them in my suitcase when I got to my side of the room. 

 I grabbed some accessories (a gold necklace with a diamond pendant, gold thin bracelets, a gold watch, and some diamond studs) and my purse, phone, and key card before following the guys out of our room, making sure to check that the door was locked. It was.

 "I did it!" I cheered, clapping my hands together excitedly. 

 Harry chuckled at me. He was wearing a black v-neck, black shorts, black Vans, and he had sunglasses hanging from the neckline of his shirt. "Like my outfit?" he asked when he caught me studying what he had on. 

 "Actually, I do," I nodded, smiling up at him.

 He smiled back and I looked forward, slightly embarrassed. I spotted Liam leaning against the wall, looking at his phone while he had his foot tapping intensely on the ground.

 "Liam," I spoke. He glanced up from his phone, clicking it off and stuffing it in his back pocket.  

 "Waiting for lift C," he said, gesturing to one of the elevators in the hall.

 "Elevator," I corrected, standing next to him. 

 "Elevator," he mocked, sticking his tongue out at me. 

 "Oh, come on, Liam. You're acting like my fourteen-year-old brother," I said, rolling my eyes.

 "Well, you're acting like..." he trailed off when I turned my head up to him, a deadly eyebrow raised. 

 "Care to finish that sentence?" I dared. 

 "You're acting like an angel," Liam finished. 

 I laughed at him, knowing he was completely joking with me. The elevator dinged and the six of us stepped inside. Louis and Harry were talking about something, along with Zayn and Niall, leaving me to be talking to Liam. Not that I minded it--he was my best friend after all. 

 "So, how's living with Harry going?" he teased. 

 "I wouldn't know. When we got to the room, both of us pretty much passed out from how tired we were," I said, leaning against the back of the elevator. 

 "Right, right," Liam replied, nodding his head in an unconvinced manner. 

 "It's true, Li," I protested, squaring my shoulders to him. 

 "Okay," he said, still not convinced with my story. 

 I shook my head at him as the elevator doors opened, the noise of the lobby flowing to our ears as we made our way out of the elevator. The rest of our choir group was standing in a few small groups, talking to each other. 

 A few girls in the lobby looked over at the guys, their eyes widening and their mouths curving up into smiles as they giggled in disbelief. Mr. Cloud spotted us and clapped his hands together, getting our attention.

 "Listen up, kids," he said, all of us turning to face him. "We are heading to breakfast. This breakfast place is where we're going to be eating breakfast over the next week, we'll switch to a different place every week, got it? Alright, let's get going." 

 We stepped down the stairs to the entryway of the hotel, before going through one of the entrance/exit doors. Harry walked to the left of me, glancing around at the busy city every few minutes. 

 "I wouldn't mind living here," I stated. 

 "Same here," Harry agreed. "It's amazing. I mean, at our age, you could practically do anything in the city." He pointed at a bookstore. "You could go in there and get some good reads." His finger moved to be pointing at a tourist shop. "You could get some cheesy souvenir stuff to wear around the flat." He then made a grand gesture to the street we were walking on. "You could even just walk around, not having a destination in mind." His arms dropped to his sides and he slid on his sunglasses. 

 "You could be a world-famous celebrity and have to run from screaming fans down the streets of New York," I suggested, pointing to him and the guys.

 That got a chuckle out of him. I was getting closer and closer each day to make him do his stupid, crazy, adorable laugh. It was one of the best things in the world to hear, no joke. 

 "But doesn't this all seem different? Like it couldn't possibly be a place people could live and visit?" he asked as we stopped at the end of the block, waiting for the cars to finish going or the light to change to 'walk', whichever happened first.

 "Like it's another world?" I asked, looking up at him.

 He nodded, a shy smile on his face. "Exactly." 


Written July 9, 2016

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