Trouble in Paradise (the Nourry life series)

Waking up

Still half asleep Louis rubbed his eyes with his free hand, as they got use to the bright sunlight. Slowly he focused on his surroundings as he realized that for once he had woken in an actually hotel room. Something that hadn't happened very often in the last couple of weeks, they were always on the road. He smiled and moved his hand to the mess of curls resting on his chest, letting his fingers play with it. Sure his bed in the tour-bus was comfortable, but really there was nothing like waking up in a nice big bed. Not to mention some privacy. And for once there was no alarm clock waking him nor was Liam Payne pounding on the door yelling at them to get up. So yeah life was good, he thought as he moved his other hand to his side. Frowning when it was met with nothing but bed and sheets. Looking to his left, he was instantly more awake when he realized Niall wasn't in the bed with them. His eyes darted around the room, yet there was no sign of the blond, nor could he hear him in the bathroom. Where was he?

Wrecking his brain it took him some time to remember that Niall had an interview this morning together with Zayn. Not to forget that as soon as he got back, they would go other together. Him and Harry had planned on taking the blond to Six Flags, though Niall didn't know that. They had planned it in all secret and only told their boyfriend that they were going to take him out. It was their surprise for him.

Smiling at the thought, he looked at the clock on the nightstand, wanting to be ready when the Irish lad got back. Looking at the yellow number on the clock, his eyes widened. “Shit” he hissed as he realized Niall could be back any freaking minute. “Harry wake up” he yelped as he pushed the younger off him. Stumbling out of the bed, he frantically started looking for his clothes. Finding his pants at the floor of the bed, he pulled them on. “Harry!” he desperately cried out, when he noticed that the younger still hadn't woken up yet. “Come on Harry, wake the fuck up! Niall can be back any minute” he all but yelled, kicking the bed.

Finally the younger started to wake as he lifted his head from the mattress. “Wha?” he asked sleepy, eyes only half open.

“Get out. Niall can be back any second.”

Harry's face palled as he shot up, almost falling out of the bed in the process. “Shit, why didn't you wake me sooner?” he demanded as he pulled an his shirt, that had been hanging on the nightstand.

“I just woke up myself, you idiot” he yelled. Pulling on his own shirt, ignoring the small 'Oh' from Harry.

As quickly as they could they got ready, relieved when Niall hadn't shown up before they were done. Sitting down on the bed he anxiously waited for his lover to return as Harry stood next to him, straightening his shirt and running hand through his curls.

Silently they waited, but soon Louis got impatient as started tapping his foot on the floor. What was taking so long? He wondered as he glanced back at the clock. Frowning when he noticed the blond was at least 15 minutes late. Maybe the interview was taking a little longer than expected, he thought, once again trying to calm himself. Or maybe they had been held back by fans or traffic or something. He surly would be here soon.

But as time passed his frown became deeper as Harry started to pace the room. He too very impatient for their lover to return. Sighing he once again checked his phone to see if he had missed anything. Looking back up he saw that Harry who just moved to stand by the window looked at him with a questioning look. He shook his head, hating to see the disappointed look on the younger his face. Maybe is should call him, he thought. Scrolling down the the contact list, he clicked on Niall's name and was about to hit the call button, when he heard Harry gasp. Looking up at the younger, he was taken back by the pained look on his face. Standing, he walked towards him. “What's wrong Haz?” he asked softly, wrapping his arms around the taller boy's waist.

They younger didn't answer, pointing at something in the parking lot beneath them. Confused he moved a little forward so he could look out of the window. The confusing was soon joined with another emotion however as anger flows through his body when he laid eyes on an all to familiar blond head. Gritting his teeth he couldn't believe what he was seeing. There, just a few feet below them, was Niall playing a game of football with what looked like their drummer Josh. What the hell was Niall doing down there? He asked himself as he furiously glared down at them. He belonged up here with them, not down there with that stupid drummer goddammit. And Niall was well aware that they had plans together, so what the hell was he doing with Josh? He just didn't understand it, but he sure as hell didn't like it.

Obviously neither did Harry as he whimpered. “Niall? Why Lou, why?”

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he forced his muscles to relax a little, before he wrapped them around his clearly upset boyfriend” I don't know babe” he said softly as he wondered the same damn thing. Why would Niall do this? How could he do this? Didn't he want to spend time with them? He had been more than a little excited when they had told him the day before. Hell even this morning he had been, happily bouncing around the room before he had to leave. So why wasn't he now?

He was pulled from his thoughts by a pained whimper from Harry. His blue eyes shot back to the boys below, instantly hardened when he say Niall was now hugging the drummer.

“That's it” Harry hissed as he tore himself away from his arms. Stalking over towards the bed, he grabbed his phone from the nightstand.

He frowned. “What the hell are you doing?” he demanded.

Harry gave him an annoyed look. “Calling Simon of course. Contract or not, I want this guy out of our band, right fucking now” he stated, angrily pushing on his phone.

“Don't!” he exclaimed, snatching the phone out of Harry's hands. He couldn't deny he wanted the same damn thing, but sadly he was also aware of the consequences it would have, even if Simon agreed with it.

Harry wasn't as he glared furiously at him. “Why the hell not?”

“Simple, you wanna go and explain to the boys why we're out of a drummer in the middle of our freaking US tour?” he questioned. “Or to the media or our fans for that matter. They will have a fit.”

“Well shit” Harry said, hanging his head and he could see the anger leave him. All sudden the younger looked more like a defeated little kid, than an eighteen old boy and it broke his heart.

“Oh Haz” he whispered, pulling the boy into his arms as the younger started crying.

“It hurts Lou. It hurts so bad” Harry sobbed on his shoulder.

Hugging him closer, he desperately wanted to tell him 'I know', but honestly couldn't. He was far too furious to feel the hurt. To feel his own heart breaking. Too angry at Niall for doing this to him, to them. He didn't even know what the hell possessed they younger man to hurt them like this, but he swore he would get to the bottom of it. If not for his sake, it was for Harry's, because this was breaking his poor baby's heart and he wouldn't stand here and just let that happen.

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So here is chapter 2. Hope you'll enjoyed it and let me know what you think :)