The Second Time Around

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten is here! Sorry for the somewhat late update! I've been busy visiting my best friend at her college for Halloween weekend! So yeah, that was fun! Anyways, enjoy! xo (I added Louis's Halloween costume to the side so you guys can look at it if you want!)

Chapter Ten (Lucy’s Perspective)

“Lucy! Go away! You can’t see my costume!” Louis shouts, slamming his hotel room door shut in my face.

“Lou! I need to get my purse, I left it in there earlier!” I whine, pounding on the door with the side of my fist. I hear footsteps retreat before coming back and the door opens just enough for him to stick his hand through the gap, my purse clutched in his fingers. I take it from him.

“Now go away!” He says, making a shooing motion with it before withdrawing it back into his room and locking the door again. I roll my eyes at him, even though he can’t see me, and turn around and go back to my and Harry’s room.

The Halloween party that the boys and I are going to attend tonight is supposed to be one of the best parties in Atlanta. Harry and I are matching this year, like usual. All of the boys are keeping their costumes a secret from one another.

I reach my hotel room door and bang on it. “Harry, it’s me! Open up!”

“Is anyone with you?” He demands, moving closer to the door.

“No,” I reply, pushing the door open as soon as he unlocked it. He was already dressed halfway into character. His plaid shirt hung in tatters, exposing a large portion of his torso and chest, and there were holes and frays and tears in his black skinny jeans. His hair was kept unruly on purpose, curls sticking out in any direction.

“You look good!” I exclaim, praising his ability to destroy clothes.

“Just wait until you see yours!” He says, winking. Suddenly, I’m quite scared as to what he did to my clothes. I drop my purse on the ground and make my way to the bathroom, rather quickly. I close the door behind me and turn around to see my costume hanging on a coat hanger from the handle on the shower door.

The plaid shirt only has one sleeve left. Well, one and a half, really. One is torn off halfway down my upper arm and the other is split lengthways from the shoulder to the wrist. I put it on and find that a huge chunk has been torn out from the left side, exposing my entire side and some of the bottom of my black bra. The right side is ripped up a moderate amount, but keeps most of my right side hidden. My high-waisted jean shorts cover my bum, thankfully. In the front, there is a tear, revealing a strip of skin that reaches barely centimeters below the hem of my underwear.

Just then, the door creaks open and Harry is standing there, looking at my reflection in the mirror. He grins cheekily. “I did a good job, huh?”

“Harold! I look like an absolute slag!” I complain, turning around and slapping his chest. “Look at this! You can see my bra right here!” I exclaim, motioning to my left side.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know it would go up that high!” He confesses, tilting his head to the side to see it better. “Can’t you just leave it? It’s Halloween! You have an excuse!” I groan and roll my eyes at him.