Crooked Hearts

2. White Roses

   I wake to the sound of a guitar strumming. My eyes flicker open and I use the back of my right hand to rub the sleep out of my eyes. Niall is awake. He's awake and he's fumbling with a few chords on his guitar. He's wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers, a Miami Heat snapback, and a white tank top. He looks up, sees I'm awake and his face breaks into a wide grin.

"Morning!" he calls.

I smile back, "Good morning!" I say, trying to match his enthusiasm. I fail. Nobody can match Niall when it comes to enthusiasm in the band.

His facial expression changes. He frowns, eyebrows knitted together in thought. Like he might be thinking about whether or not ask me something important. Finally he says, "You were moaning and groaning in your sleep last night."

I stare at him. "I was?" I ask sleepily.

"Damn right you were." He says, "Woke the hell out of everybody."

"Sorry." I mumble.

"Did Harold have a nightmaaaaare?" He says with exaggerated concern, a pouty expression on his face.

I laugh, "I can't remember." I say.

This is untrue to a slight degree. I did remember a little bit of my dream. It was about Aria. Aria with a crown of white roses on her head, laughing and smiling at me. In my dream she's completely the same as the first time I saw her. Her hair a brownish blond, her eyes the same odd shade of blue-green. But that's the only thing I remember.

Niall just shrugs, "Zayn wasn't bothered though." He says. "Too tired to be woken up by you." He smirks, "Up for a little breakfast, mate? I already had mine."

"What did you have?"

"Now let me see....." he says, "A ham sandwich, eggs; sunny-side up, Bacon, and orange juice; and in case you're asking, it had those pulpy bits in them.

"Zayn had Weetabix with a banana, Louis had-"

I laugh, "Okay, okay, whatever." I say.

"On the bright side," he says, "We're almost in Peru!"

     I brighten a little bit. Peru is a country the boys and I had never been too yet. Matter of fact, we hadn't been too any of the countries here in South America. This is one of the best things about being a world-famous boyband. Traveling and touring. Especially to places we'd never been to yet. It's very mad and flattering how in a country you'd never been to before, you can be known. The fans here are pretty much the same as the fans in every part of the world. Which I think is really cool. It just goes to show that in whatever country you go to, the people are similar.

   I slide out of bed and stumble my way out. The rest of boys are all outside. Liam and Louis are playing a game of NBA2K on the Play Station, and Zayn is texting. They all stop when they see me.

"Good morning everyone!" I say, happily.

"Good morning!" They all chorus back.

Louis chucks a pillow at me and I catch it mid-air. "Put on some trousers, you mad bastard!" He says to me. "No one wants to see that shit!" 

I'm wearing nothing but a pair of Calvin Kleins.

I grin at him, "Contrary to what you might believe mate, there are a lot of people who would love to see all of this," I say gesturing to myself.

Louis rolls his eyes and grins, while the other boys laugh. I hear Niall's voice behind me say, "Maybe you should go onstage naked Harry." He laughs, "Let's see what management will say about that."