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Chapter 2 - Louis

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“Come on, come on, come on!” I started muttering to myself as I played Mario Kart on the Wii. I think one of the guys must have changed the setting to ‘hard/extreme’ because however hard I tried, I still managed to cross the finishing line in last place. Frustrated, I turned the games console off and sank back into the comfy sofa that the hotel had provided us with. During our stay in London we had taken up an entire landing of suites in an expensive hotel; which included amazing flat screened TV’s, king sized beds and unlimited supplies of roasted nuts. Being famous has its perks. I smiled as I rested my head on the back of the sofa and closed my eyes.

“Hey man, you asleep?” I recognized the Bradford accent instantly and I responded without opening my eyes,

“Yes.”

I heard laughter and the scuffling of feet as someone came around the back of the sofa. There was a soft thud as someone sunk into the sofa on the other end from me. “Ha ha really? Seeing as you’re talking with me I’m not sure I believe you.”

“Silly peasant, it’s called sleep talking.”

“Ah, my bad mate.” I could hear the laughter in his voice and could just picture him as he smiled to himself at my humour.

“Hey Zayn! Is Louis asleep?” That was Liam. We both responded at the same time,

“No.”

“Yes!”

Liam just laughed and I heard him grab the TV remote off the table and turn it on, before sitting down. I wasn’t quite sure where though, as I hadn’t felt the sinking sensation like when Zayn had sat on the sofa. As carefully as I could, I cracked my eyes open, and tried to see where Liam was hiding. “You are awake!” cheered Zayn.

“Oh fiddle sticks.” I heaved a dramatic fake sigh and looked over at Zayn who was crashed out like me on the end of the sofa with his arm over the back edge. He was smiling broadly, obviously in a good mood.

 “Well it would be a bit creepy if he did in fact talk in his sleep.” Following Liam’s voice I noticed he was sitting at our feet on the floor with his back against the sofa, flicking through the channels on the TV.

“And how do you know I don’t already do that? I could be reciting haikus all night long and you’d never know.” I wiggled my fingers mysteriously, like a fortune teller… or a ghost.

“I’m pretty sure you don’t, mate.” Zayn laughed.

“Oh yeah? Well how do you know?” I challenged trying to sound as pompous as I could.

“Because Harry would have complained about it by now if that were the case.” Argued Liam calmly without even taking his eyes off the TV. I let out a groan, he had just blown my entire argument out the water. At the corner of my vision I saw Zayn shaking his head as he laughed quietly.

“Boys there you are! I’ve been going round the rooms trying to find you all.” We all turned out attention away from the TV and towards the figure stood in the doorway.

“Hello Simon, sorry we didn’t know you were here.” Liam spoke up.

“It’s fine, I don’t plan on staying long anyway.” Liam turned off the TV and we all gave him our full attention.

“Found the leprechaun.” Harry strode in on his long legs and planted himself next to me on the sofa we shared.

“Hey guys!” Niall walked in at the sound of his ‘name’. They were both greeted by a chorus of hellos from everyone as Niall came and sat on the floor next to Liam.

“Is this supposed to be a meeting or something?” Liam piped up curiously, asking the question we were all wondering. We rarely had meetings as everything we did was so informal. It wasn’t usually worth the waste of time, so when we had them it was usually about something important like tour dates and upcoming performances.

“No, it just seemed easier to talk to you all at the same time, Harry herded everyone together.” I shrugged, it did make sense.

“There is going to be a party at Pacha, that club by Victoria Station, tonight and at least two of you need to make an appearance. Harry has already volunteered himself and we need one other so . . .” we all groaned (except Harry) knowing where this was going.

“Come on, Simon. We’d really prefer to have a night in.” Moaned Zayn, his earlier happy mood slightly tainted at the thought of having to spend the evening at a loud club socializing. Not to say that we didn’t like to party, we loved to. But for these sorts of events were simply supposed to be there. Whether for the clubs reputations or to meet another celebrity or something else along those lines, it all meant the same thing; we weren’t supposed to let loose and have fun at them. To be honest we weren’t supposed to ever really let our hair down, as we were always in the public eye.

I shook myself out of my slightly depressing thoughts to listen to Simon speaking again, “I know you’re not keen on it boys but I promise you, it’s for the best.” We sat in silence as his words washed over us. We knew everything Simon did was supposed to have a positive effect on us, it just sometimes went pear shaped. After another moment Zayn spoke up,

“You said only one more of us has to go, right?” Simon nodded solemnly, though to be honest that was his usual look.

There was a sudden chorus of,

“Bags not me!”

“I’m not doing it!”

“No way, not me!”

“Hell no!” I cried over the din, putting on the first accent I could think of. Niall started laughing at my Irish accent… I had thought it was pretty good. Next to me Harry sat up suddenly.

“Please guys? It’ll be fun! This place is supposed to be really cool, and we don’t even have to mingle, just go there hang for a while.” We were all still adamant about not going so finally Harry turned to me. “Louis . . . ?”

“No, Hazza!”

He pouted and cuddled up to me on the sofa. People sometimes wondered whether Harry and I’s relationship was actual or not, but anyone who knew us well enough knew we weren’t together. We just loved having a laugh together, and acting like that was part of the game. “Come one Louis, please? You know how badly I want to go!” I sighed realizing I was stuck in a rut. Either I go and have a hell of a time watching out for Harry as he got completely pissed, or stay here and have him mopping and moaning around me for the next week. Simon must have noticed my slow crumble as he added,

“You really should go Louis, you haven’t had any public appearances in quite a long time.” I looked around the room searching the faces of each of the guys. They all looked slightly sorry for me but relieved at having their own skins saved. Except Harry who had also noticed my collapse and was smiling broadly, his dimples showing.

“Fine.” I said. You are so going to regret this later, Tomlinson.

“Yes!” Harry practically leaped of the sofa and forward rolled out of the room before any of us could say another word. We all exchanged looks, but we still had no idea where he was headed.

“Alright then, I’ll be off. I’m going to be in America for the next few days so if you need me, call me.” We all said goodbye and thanked him for coming to see us before leaving. As he left I heaved a sigh and pushed myself off the sofa.

“All right lads, out! The swag master needs to prepare for his evening out.” They all grumbled but slowly got up and left the room. Zayn was the last to leave, as he reached the doorframe he paused and turned back, “Louis, I know you’re gonna be having a hell of a night looking out for Harry, but try have fun mate, okay?” I laughed and nodded. He left closing the door behind him. Once again I sank into the sofa letting myself relax. These quiet moments were a rarity and I willed myself to enjoy and savour it . . . it didn’t last long. To hell with quiet! I stood up and looked around the room in the mood of a prank on the others. I checked the clock, we had two hours before we had to head out for the party. I smiled to myself. Definitely enough time to run down to the kitchens and get an industrial supply of cling film.