Liam's P.O.V
Phew, I was waiting for everyone to leave. Harry came in a few minutes ago to tell me he was going to find Niall, but I think he has gone off now. I heard him speaking to a girl in the corridor, knowing Harry, he would chase her.
My phone rang, unfortunately it was the ring tone of the song 'space unicorns' The picture flashed across my head - there was us boys... and Zayn's girlfriend Jess. She was very drunk, but looked sexy because she had her top 3 buttons undone, showing part of her pink and black lacy bra. She danced on the bed, threw the bobbles out of her hair and turned on the track. It was first on my play list, so she saw it and turned it into my ring tone.
I put my phone down and picked up the hotel phone.
"Good morning sir, what would you like?" I recognized her voice from anywhere, she was the girl with the wavy brown hair, the bright blue eyes, a very pretty sky blue jumpsuit and that leather jacket. SHe was Holly. We met the night before the party. We had fun, well, fun pushing each other into the swimming pool at midnight. We kissed for a while, she said she had to go because she had work in the morning, turns out she works in this hotel.
"Hey baby, kiss and a tickle?" I said teasingly.
" Liam! You naughty boy! Get off the line!" She sounded happy.
" Baby...please dont let me go...you know I want you back" She loved it when I sang to her.
" Liam, I bloody hate you." She said and hung up. I giggled at this, because I knew she was coming up. I decided to sleep until she got here.
I woke to find two arms wrapped around me. I twisted round to see Holly sleeping next to me. I kissed her on the cheek then lifted my self out of the bed and to the window. I was half asleep so poured two cups of coffee and gulped one of them down. I left the other on the tble next to Holly.
"Babe... I got you some coffee." She opened her eyes and rubbed them hard. She stared at me then kissed me passionately on my lips, I pulled away to breath.
"Thanks babes." Holly said.
"No probs." I saw Holly reach for her mug, then stare at the window.
"Babe, the window." There was screaming reporters standing on the ledge. We were only on the bottom floor so we were easy to reach.
I ran over, shut the window and the curtains, then locked the door.
"I love being in one direction, but sometimes, I just freaking hate it." I sat on the floor, and curled up. There were some soft lips pushing against my neck, and then a head on my shoulder. We sat there, silent, in the dark, cold room.
