It's Gotta Be You

-45-

It was our third night in New York, and as shocking as it sounds, I've pretty much stayed in my room for most of it.

I was sharing with Louis and Harry, and they were currently outside my room, trying to get me out of it.

"Come on, we'll give you ice cream" Harry said. That was his fifth attempt to bribe me with food. 

"You can straighten Harry's curls again!" Louis said with a laugh "Ow!"

"Don't you dare offer her that! That night was traumatizing"

I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

"Come on, Gracie Gray! We're going clubbing!" Louis said, way too enthusiastically.

"Not in the mood!"

"You don't have to go, you just have to leave that room" Harry shouted back.

Liam and Niall haven't spoke two words to me since that day on the bus. Why wouldn't they just let me be depressed?

"Gracie, please!" Harry said, banging on the door.

I groaned "If I leave this room, will you two shut up already?"

"Yes!" they both shouted.

I hesitated but got out of bed and unlocked the door, which they opened far too quickly.

"Get changed" Louis ordered, opening my suitcase.

I pushed him away as I climbed back in bed "Why?"

"Because we are going out" Harry said.

I shook my head "I don't want to figure out what to wear"

"We'll figure it out, just relax" Louis said.

They tossed over a black dress, and some boots.

"Now get ready" Harry ordered, closing the door behind him and Louis.

Honestly, I could just lock the door again and call it a night, but I was in no mood to deal with their constant yelling. 

With no enthusiasm, I got dressed, but kept my hair as it was, not really caring to look pretty. 

"Okay lets go" Harry said, when I walked out.

 "Yeah, we have to meet the rest of the lads there" Louis said, pulling me by my wrist. 

I came to a stop "Wait it's not just us?" 

"No?" Harry said confused. I did a cough 

"I can't go" I coughed again "I'm sick"  

"Don't pull that Mean Girls shit on us" Louis said, pulling me again. 

I rolled my eyes as we walked out the door. 

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We had been at this club for over an hour now, and I was beyond bored. I wasn't having any fun and I just wanted to go back to my room at the hotel.

I sat at the bar, slowing sipping at my drink, watching everyone else have fun.

A guy walked up to me and winked "Hi there"

"Hi" I muttered.

"I'm, Warren"

"I'm not interested" I said, looking back the others dancing.

Warren draped his arm over my shoulder "Feisty, I like"

I really didn't want anything to do with anyone here, and he was on that thin line already, especially with that cocky attitude.