Fate Has Different Plans

Chapter 16-Operation HBO is AGO!

Chapter 16

(Louis POV)

I awoke to Hazzy literally on top of me. That boy moved around in his sleep like a monkey! I grumbled, not being able to breathe properly. But, him being Harry Styles, he was notoriously hard to wake up. I shoved him off of me, and he barely made a noise. He just continued sleeping. I shook my head at the boy. He really was the oddest lad I knew.

Now that I was somewhat awake (seeing as how I had yet to have my tea) I began to think about Operation HBO. First off, I was proud of myself for coming up with such a clever name. Second, I was really worried about Bella. I mean, that girl was almost as cheeky as Hazza, and now she reminded me of a zombie. Alive, but dead. It was really heartbreaking; she was like my sister. I mean, she technically use to be, until her aunt and uncle took her away.

We had to come up with a legitimate plan. Not some school boy crap. We had to figure out what was happening. I tried thinking, and thinking, and thinking...

"Damnit, I need my tea." I said, pushing myself off of my bed, pulling on a pair of trackies that I had dropped on the floor the night before.

I walked into the kitchen, opening cabinets to search for my tea, but to no avail. I found everything else for it, just not the actual tea bags. I groaned in frustration. Why couldn't I just get some Yorkshire tea?!

"Louis, your tea is in the bag, remember?" I heard a voice say.

I turned to find a disleveled Harry staring at me with droppy eyes.

I smiled at him. "Thanks Hazza."

"No problem. Do they have coffee? I really need some..." I heard him grumble.

"Top cabinet, to the left of the refrigerator." I called out as I walked back into my room, finding a can of my tea, and happily trotted out towards the kitchen.

(Liam POV)

"Niall, where is the coffee? God, my head is killing me, my eyes hurt, and... owwww."

"Liam, coffee is right here. Take some Advil. Here."

"Thank you."

"How long were you up last night?"

"Till... late.. or early. I was thinking of a plan. And, stuff with Alex."

"I'm sorry lad. You know I am."

"She's being so needy, it's insane. I honestly don't have time to deal with it, but I do love her."

"Then you'll find a way. You always were the one to think clearly."

"Thanks Niall."

"No problem Liam."

(Bella POV)

"Auntie, why can't I just talk to them?"

"Because, they will just ruin your career. And, remember, your uncle and I need the money. If you quit, you'll regret it."

"Yes auntie..."

"That's a good girl. Now, how should we do your hair?"

(Niall POV)

The lads and I had taken a very hectic drive to the venue. And by hectic, I mean complete and utter ambush by a mob of fans. Seriously, we loved them to death. We wouldn't be here without them, but some of them were borderline on insane. I've had numerous girls scream they would enjoy raping me. Uh.. no thanks.

We entered the building, a long hallway with numerous rooms on each side. This must have been back stage. Our manager pointed out our rooms, and then left us to our mischief. For once, we wouldn't be causing any. We all sat down in my room, brainstorming ideas.