Choosing A Direction

~Chapter 9~

The next week was really strange. Niall and Harry seemed to have some sort of “who can please Savannah the most” contest, trying to win me over. Harry was opening doors for me and Niall was carrying my backpack for me. I didn’t mind, though, that thing is heavy.

We had just gotten back from an unusually long concert and the boys seemed utterly exhausted. Harry laid his head on the table of the booth and promptly fell asleep. I stroked his messy hair as he slept, thinking about the past events of this week.

“Okay, our sleeping arrangements for tonight are gonna be a little different,” began Chocolate Chunk when we pulled up to the hotel. “I’ve gotten you guys a luxury suite, so you’ll only need one set of room keys. Room 101, as always,” We groggily made our way out the bus and stumbled half asleep to our room. The inside of the room instantly awakened me, though. It was just like the boys’ mansion, without the pool and game room, and eight rooms of course. The kitchen was stainless steel with a variety of pots and pans.

There were four queens beds and when we saw them, Liam immediately screamed, “I call my own bed!” and plopped down, spreading his arms and legs across it protectively. Zayn followed his lead and soon, Harry, Louis, Niall and I were the only ones left.

“Hazza is mine!” proclaimed Louis, dragging Harry over to the nearest bed. That just left me and Niall.

“I guess we’re gonna be sleeping together this evening,” I blushed sheepishly and found a sudden extreme interest in the plush white carpeting. Niall nodded and flopped down on the bed, patting beside him. I shook my head.

“I’m going to shower first,” I informed him. I took my backpack into the large spacious bathroom and ran a nice warm bath in the separate tub. I sank into the warm water, letting out a sigh and tried to relax for once. I had been in there for about fifteen minutes when there was a knock on the door.

“Savannah, are you done yet? I gotta shower, too!” shouted Harry through the door. I sighed and rose from the bath. I carefully made my way to the shower to wash my hair.

“Just a sec!” I assured Harry. After washing my hair, I rummaged around my back for some clean underwear and came up with my last pair of underwear. Thank god we had another late concert tomorrow because I needed to find the nearest Laundromat and do some laundry.

“God, what were you doing in there, masturbating?”  Teased Harry when I exited the bathroom.

“In your wet dreams,” I rolled my eyes at him and sauntered away. I surveyed the room and realized that all the boys were lounging around in their underwear. Who knew there was such a wide variety of boxers?

Niall lay face down on the bed, texting or tweeting something, in a pair of boxers with Popeye on the back. “Likes me ride?” it read on his ass.

I smacked his butt playfully. Niall whirled around in shock and I burst out laughing at the face he made and he threw a pillow at me. I immediately retaliated by smacking him upside the head with the plushiest one I could find.

Louis noticed our sudden activity and shouted, “PILLOW FIGHT!” If I had to warn you about one thing about One Direction, let it be this: Never, ever, get into a pillow fight with them. In the end, stuffing was everywhere, pillows were burst open, and I think Liam was left with whiplash.

“Holy shit, I’m gone for ten minutes and you guys turn this place into a war zone,” Harry gasps in astonishment when he comes back from the shower. We all bust out laughing and start getting ready for bed.

Niall and I lay with our backs to each other. I was just drifting off to dreamland when I felt him tap my shoulder.

“Savi,” he whispered, “I can’t fall asleep. Can you tell me a story,” he pleads, like a child. I roll around to face him and give him an incredulous look even though he can’t see my face in the dark.