You're My Only Direction

Chapter Eighteen

             Harry’s POV

            “HARRY, HURRY UP!!!! I WILL NOT BE LATE AGAIN; DADDY DIRECTION WILL MURDER ME!” Louis bellowed from the door of our hotel room.

            “I know, I know…I’m nearly ready!” I called, shoving the final pair of trousers into my bag and slinging it over my shoulder.

            “Come on!” Louis huffed, tapping his foot anxiously.

            I glanced at my watch and grinned; we were twenty minutes early for meeting up with the boys.

            “What are you smirking at?” Louis demanded.

            “Do you know what time it is?” I asked, attempting to smother my grin as I approached him.

            “Umm… it’s uhh…” Louis stammered.

            This time I couldn’t contain my grin. “We are twenty minutes ahead of schedule, so you can just relax and take a breather,” I laughed, grabbing his shoulders and placing him in a chair.

            “But…” Louis protested.

            “Shut up and let me finish packing,” I replied, placing a finger over his lips. He smirked at me and wriggled his eyebrows suggestively, but I just rolled my eyes at him and began scouring the room for possible forgotten belongings.

            I could tell that Louis was anxious to get to the lobby so I extended my search for way longer than was necessary. I glanced over at him every few seconds and I could see his face growing more and more annoyed. After five minutes his face was a deep purplish-reddish color and a large vein was pulsing on his forehead.

            “Relax, Boo, you’re going to rupture a vein or something,” I grinned as I approached him.

            “Are you done yet?” He spat through clenched teeth.

            “I suppose…” I replied with a sigh.

            “Then can we go now?” He asked in a strained voice.

            “Sure,” I nodded.

            He practically sprinted of the room the moment the words left my mouth. I followed after him. By the time I was closing the door behind me; Louis had already made it all the way down the hall and pressed the call elevator button. I shuffled along trying to catch up with him but struggling under the weight of my bags.

            “Do you need any help, haz?” Louis asked once I finally reached him, inspecting my five bags.

            “Nah, I’m okay,” I replied, waving him off.

            “Oh come on, I only have one bag; let me take at least one of yours,” Louis insisted as he snatched a bag from my hand.

            “Well, I guess I can’t say no since you’ve already taken it…” I sighed, rolling my eyes at him as we stepped into the elevator.

            “Why do you have so many bags?” Louis asked. “I mean what can you possibly be keeping in all of these?”

            “Well…I have a bag of all my shoes, a bag of shirts, a bag of pants, a bag of toiletries and whatever, and then the other one is just miscellaneous items…” I explained.

            “Why don’t you just get one big bag; having to carry all of these separate ones is such a hassle,” Louis replied.

            “I don’t know, I guess I like to have everything in order so it’s easier to find,” I shrugged as we stepped out into the lobby. Of course Liam was already there. Typical Daddy Direction… But what surprised me was that Niall was already there, usually he is impossible to wake up and, although he’s never as late as Louis and I, I know that he is never ten minutes early.