That night, I couldn't go to sleep. To be this close to One Direction, in the same country, same city, same hotel (yes, the same hotel). I get out of my extremely comfortable bed and go to the tiny kitchen in our room. Right when I opened the refrigerator, I hear a single knock on the door and what sounds like a person falling against the door. I grab a really big, sharp knife out of one of the drawers and head towards the door.
Who could that be?, I thought.
I open the door, and what I see isn't what I expected. A young man that looked drunk leaned against me. I brought the man inside, but kept the knife in my hand.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" I questioned carefully.
"Do I look like I know, love?" the man shouted in a thick, British accent.
"Don't talk so loudly." I say calmly "Do you have your room key with you?"
"I don't remember!"
"Do you remember your room number?"
"Yeah. Room 356. Why?"
"I'll take you back to your room." I said. And with that, he passed out on the couch.
I have no idea who this man is, and I don't have any idea why I'm helping him, I thought.
Dragging him in the hallway wasn't easy, because he had to weigh at least 250 pounds. Just a second later, I realized how embarrassing it would be if somebody saw me right now. First of all, my pajama shorts were right up my ass, and my shirt was really tight, too. Second, I was dragging a person around and some people might take it the wrong way and think that I killed him and I was dumping his body. Let's just say my thoughts can get really weird sometimes.
"Thank God for elevators!" I say angrily, pushing the guy into the elevator. After the short elevator ride, the guy regained some of his conciousness, and all I had to do was suppot the man while he trips over his own two feet.
"Who are you?" I ask again.
He doesn't respond. Then he vomited right in front of a door, leaving a surprise for whoever is staying in the room behind the door. Finally, we get to his room. I knock on the door to see if the man is alone, and a familiar-looking guy opens the door.
I'm just about to say something when I let out a blood-curdling scream.
Harry Styles puts one of his soft (I'm so weird) hands over my mouth and drags me and the drunk dude inside the room.
(A/N:Hope you enjoyed it ;) my chapter are soooo short but that's just the way i write sorry)
