That One Thing (A One Direction Story)

The Tour Manager

Evie’s POV

        Louis opened the door further, admitting them into the hotel room. A puzzled look was still dominating his features. Evie gestured for Harry to go first and followed him into room 701. 

        The walls were cream, and the carpet was a plush blue. They walked down a short hallway that opened into a large sitting room. Evie noted the large flat screen mounted on the wall, with a long couch and a couple of arm chairs across from it. She quickly recognized Zayn, Liam, and Niall. She had to admire the way the three boys were able to take up as much space as they did. Niall was sprawled on the tan couch, taking up the entire length. This was made more impressive by the fact that the couch had the ability to fit four people comfortably. Zayn and Liam sat reclined in the remaining chairs, looking bored. They didn’t look like the rockstars that you see performing on stage. They were dressed mostly in sweats and loose shirts. Evie noticed Niall looked particularly nice in the football jersey that hung around his torso. She shrugged inwardly. Can’t stop a girl from looking.

        As soon as Evie stepped into the room, the other members of One Direction perked up. They must not be use to strangers walking into their hotel rooms unannounced. She did her best to hide her smirk. 

Harry’s POV 

        Harry was relieved to be back in the hotel, surrounded by his friends. He had fun exploring, but had severely underestimated the fans’ reactions. His pride was also a little hurt because he thought he had more stealth skills than he demonstrated today.

        He looked at Evie. At least something good came out of today. He couldn’t get over the feeling of how real she was. She cut through the famous persona that so many people were unable to see past. When she turns those blue eyes on me, he thought, it feels like she sees me as just another one of the annoying guys she has to deal with in class. He would never be able to thank her enough for that. 

        Harry looked around at the figures lounged around the room. They were all looking at Evie and him. He couldn’t blame them. Evie was pretty cute, now that he gave her a closer look. She was dressed in simple black pants, and a vintage band t-shirt. Her dark brown, wavy hair fell just past her shoulders. She was looking at him now, with an expression that was difficult to read, but Harry thought he saw a smile forming on her lips. He could not wait to see the expression on the boys’ faces when they hear the way she spoke. She was witty and unpredictable; not afraid to let her opinions known. Yes. This will be fun.

        Walking over to Evie, Harry led her into the center of the room. “To answer Louis’  question, and probably everyone else’s, this is Evie. . .” he stopped, a confused looking passing over his face. He turned toward Evie. “What is your surname?”

        Evie shook her head at him. He couldn’t tell from this angle, but he would bet that her eyes were closed in exasperation. “It’s Bennett.”

        Harry immediately continued. “This is Evangeline Bennett! She goes by Evie.” He put his arm around her shoulders. “As you know, I snuck out this morning, and ⎯”

        “Being the absent-minded person he is, he ended up with a pack of crazed fans chasing him all across Mayfaire,” she finished. The rest of the boys laughed at this, yelling out in agreement. Harry looked at them indignantly. 

        “But,” Harry stressed, “I wasn’t trampled because Evie here saved me.” He shook her shoulders for emphasis. 

        The boys laughed. Louis spoke from next to him, “Harry, mate, trouble seems to follow you everywhere, doesn’t it?”