The Second Time Around

Chapter Twenty-Eight

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Chapter Twenty-Eight (Harry’s Perspective)

The next week and a half flies by after Zayn’s 21st birthday and the LA show that officially opened the second leg of the tour. We’ve flown up to Washington and rented a nice and cozy cabin, where the weather is much colder and unforgiving, but just as beautiful. It snows sometimes, but not very hard. Just enough to dust the ground and make the grass glittery and make your cheeks pink from the sun reflecting up from the ground if you happen to stay outside for too long.

Luckily, today is a great day. We have a day off from interviews and photo shoots and concerts and Management has booked us a little boat. But not just any boat. A whale-watching boat. Apparently whales are fat enough to not be bothered as much as us humans by freezing waters. I can’t wait to see how huge this boat is going to be. It’s going to be amazing. I’ve never seen a whale before. Except for Shamu, but he doesn’t really count. He isn’t wild.

“Hazza, come on, you’re going to make us late!” Liam scolds, snapping me out of my thoughts. I jump to my feet and follow the rest of the lads to the tour bus, where Lucy was already waiting for us. She and Louise and Lux have been out all morning for a “Girls’ Day”, whatever that is. Apparently I’m not allowed to go on them. What bologna.

As soon as I step foot onto the first step of the bus, I’m nearly knocked backwards onto my arse on the pavement. Lucy’s arms fly around me and my arms are pinned to my sides with surprising strength.

“Miss me?” I chuckle, regaining my balance and freeing myself of her grip to return her hug and press my lips briefly to the top of her head.

“Only a lot,” She says, beaming up at me. She pulls me up the steps, much to the relief of the four boys behind me who were impatiently waiting for me to get on the bus.

“Come on, I want to play a game of Uno before we get to the harbor,” Lucy exclaims cheerfully as the other boys join us.

“Lucy, we’ve played Uno literally twelve times in the last three days!” Louis groans in complaint, but she just waves him off eagerly.

“So? It’s fun! And I’m good at it!” She laughs, and the sound is like silver bells tinkling in my ears. But it still doesn’t excuse her recent obsession with the bloody card game.

“Lucy, the thirteenth time is a little excessive,” I admit, rubbing the back of my neck.

“You’re turning against me now? You’re supposed to be on my team!” She gasps, clutching her hand over her heart jokingly. I roll my eyes at her and take the pack of colored cards from her other hand before holding them up as high as I can.

“Yes, but there’s nothing in the world that will convince me to give up these cards,” I say firmly, keeping my arm stretched over my head. A sudden glint flashes in her eyes and I catch myself wondering what she’s thinking. It doesn’t take long for me to figure it out.