I Found You {1D Fan Fiction} | Slowly Editing |

Chapter 12

harrow my lovely people.

did you know: i love you. 

xxx 

Modelesque Zayn on the side :) 

[PARTIALLY EDITED - BEWARE OF CRINGEY STUFF AHEAD]

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Niall's POV

I'm pretty sure I just heard wrong - but I heard something concerning Hayley coming with us on tour?

I turn slowly to the four lads, seeking their approval of my hearing and they nod excitedly. This is totally hamburgers!

"What?" I say, temporarily in shock. Hayley wears a stunning grin from ear to ear and she bounces in her seat. She and Leah share a girly moment to squeal their heart out.

"I'M COMING WITH YOU GUYS!" Hayley exclaims and reaches across to squeeze my hand.

"Oh'm God, no way! 'The' Hayley Davis is coming?" I say in my best imitation of a girly American accent. 

The group erupts into happy-anxious chatter about tour preparations and logistics, which Anne and David along with Leah's mum on the phone had given their seal of approval. Once the noise had died down slightly, Anne turns to address Hayley and Leah.

"I know that you have your high school finals soon, so you must make sure to keep up with those while you are on tour. I will ensure that both you, lucky girls, are still completely normal teenagers. Keep that humility, okay?" Anne states in a more serious tone. Both nod and try to cover the grins that are plastered on their face. I chuckle when Hayley shoots me a look loudly proclaiming 'this is so embarassing'. 

Dan sniggers, "Yeah right like Hayles would."

Anne, David and Hayley shoot him a dirty look resulting in him putting up his hands defensively. Hayley then pounces on him and they share a wrestling match in the middle of the mall. The Louis playfully joins in, ending up just sitting on them while they struggle to push themselves off the floor with Louis' weight pinning them down. 

"Louis, get off you filthy rat!" Hayley screams.

"DID YOU JUST CALL ME A FILTHY RAT? YOU FILTHY RAT YOU GET OFF THE FLOOR."

Dan manages to overpower Louis. 

"Yeeeeaaah 1-0 to Daniel!" I roar and everyone joins in for a cheer group hug with Daniel, excluding a pouting Louis on the side. 

A security guard standing on the side walks toward us, warning us that if we get any rowdier, we may be forced to leave the store. This resulted in all of us - giggles and carefree flippancy, to happily walk out of the store without a problem. 

The Davis Family and us 'youngsters' spilt up, and we wonder around the mall aimlessly enjoying the peace and getaway from outrageous crowds of fans we would usually experience in larger cities. Sure, there were a few little girls and teenagers who did come up to ask for a picture and an autograph, but they are awfully polite and much more reserved.

"This place is sick! Really, love the tranquility here," Harry says while we walk amongst the endless rows of stores. 

"Whatever word you just used is sickly long and I do not understand it, Haz," Louis comments.

"I didn't remember asking for your opinion."

"Well I don't care you love me so-"

"NO I DON'T. NOT AFTER YOU TANGLED ALL MY HAIR LAST NIGHT."