Just In Time h.s

Chapter 10

HARRY'S POV:

The distinctive sound of marimba played as my alarm went off. I grabbed a hold of my phone and turned off the annoying alarm. My door was cracked open slightly and I could vaguely hear muffled male chatter.

"He has to go."

"No, this isn't a good idea."

"Paul will find out and kill all of us."

"We'll cover for him."

"You are all crazy! What if this is some psycho fan?"

I tiptoed closer to the door, leaning my lanky frame against the wall. I stretched my head as far as I could to hear the conversation.

"This isn't right. Someone will spot him. This is an idiotic plan."

"No it's not. I doubt this person is harmful. Who the hell says meet me at Primrose Wood Cafe. That's such a sissy place."

"That same person broke our window."

"Well..whatever."

I leaned my head closer only to bump the door. A loud creak came from the door. Shit Harry. Way to go. Just play it off and walk into the living room as if nothing happened. I rubbed my eyes to create a "just woken up" look and stifled a fake yawn.

"Good morning lads."

"Good morning Harry."

"How'd you all sleep?"

"Well, you?"

"Pretty good." They should all try for acting. They're pretty good at it.

"Breakfast's on the table. We leave for rehearsals in an hour."

"Okay. Thanks lads. What time is it?"

"3:30 pm." Niall glanced down at his watch. He was always the worst liar of the group. His face was a deep shade of red and he could barely look me in the eyes.

"I'm going to eat my breakfast."

"Alright Harry." Louis had a very obvious telltale when he was lying. His voice was too happy, too cheerful, and three octaves too high. Zayn and Liam were good though. They acted as if everything was okay and didn't even show signs of lies. I'll have to corner Louis and Niall during rehearsals.

I sat on the kitchen table, eating my bacon, sunny side up eggs, and strawberry jam smeared bagel. I watched the boys. Whenever they had a plan, they always gave each other certain glances, but there was none. They probably saw me staring or felt my eyes boring into their backs.

"Niall." I couldn't wait until rehearsals. I had to know now. Niall would be the easiest to crack.

"Can you help me with dishes?"

"Uhh.." I saw Liam giving Niall a look before jumping up.

"I'll help you Harry."

"No Liam. It's fine. You always do dishes. Niall and I can return the favor."

"It's fine. I enjoy it." Before I could advocate for Niall, Liam was already by my side, soaping the dirty plates.

"You wash, I'll dry."

"Sure. I'm already washing anyways Harry."

He let out a laugh and I laughed along. The rest of the time was spent in silence except for the occasional rouse between Zayn and Louis about the remote. Should I ask Liam? I mean, he is the dad of the group. As good of a liar as he was, he has a telltale sign. He would scruff his beard twice and let out an umm before asking.