Chapter 3~
Harry’s p.o.v
It’s been about two hours since I left the room and the whole “clearing my mind” thing didn’t really work out. It’s hard to relax having security up your ass all the time.
“We should probably head back now, it’s almost time for rehearsal, than we have to sound check, and makeup, and-“
“Okay” I say rudely interrupting Paul.
We arrive back at the hotel to find Zayn suffering his hangover at the kitchen counter with Lou no where to be found.
“I’m going to go check on Niall and Liam in the other room, you go find Louis.” Paul tells me. I head to Louis’ room. The door is locked. I knock on it carefully, just in case he is resting still.
“uhh…. Coming” he says nervously, I hear frantic movement throughout the room, drawers shutting, things falling, followed by mumbled curses. “Bloody hell, why won’t you close!” I hear him say to a drawer. He finally opens the door a crack
“Can I help you?” he asks me
“Paul told me to get you…” I say trailing off, “what were you doing in there?” I ask
“Just… cleaning” he says trying to act nonchalantly ,but it didn’t work.
“Okay” I say unconvinced, I guess ill find out what your hiding later…. I thought to myself.
