Staying Grounded [Warning: Carrot Story]

Chapter Seventeen

-> Chapter Seventeen <-

*Liam's POV*

Venturing out of Paul's room seemed like a good idea right about now, I'm sick of overthinking about everything going on. My normal carefree head was full of conversations I would have with Danielle, the possible situations. None of the outcomes were good.  I twisted myself off the bed, reaching for the handle. A mop of curls were revealed to me as I slowly opened the door.

"Harry?"

He jumped out of his skin, as he was sitting with his back to me. He quickly turned around.

"Liam! I was waiting for you to come out...Why are you looking so guilty? Been searching for Paul's leopard pants eh?" He nudges me cheekily as i feel myself redden.

"I put them back straight away!" I hissed hastily, backing back into the room to close the still-open drawer.

His eyes widened. "I was kidding, I didn't actually think-" He eyed the drawer. "Oh my god, hang on a tick."

Harry shoved me out of the way to root through the drawer I just closed. The roaring sound effect of the pants and the giggling confirmed he'd found them. Oh dear, here we go.

"Liam, look! Look at me Li!"

Harry's urges forced me to turn to him,  I had to refrain from rolling my eyes. He's probably got them on his head or something...

"They're on my head Liam!"

I sighed, closing the drawer again and driving Haz out of the room. "Why yes, Harry, Yes you do."

He started dancing around in my arms as I shoved him out of the room and shut the door, I kept hearing the roaring as he hit himself in the face to trigger it.

Almost moments later I heard a loud slapping sound followed by a huge "OWWWW".

"Liam!" Harry shouted in his low voice. "I just missed the pants and hit myself in the face!"

"What's all this commotion? Hey are those my...HARRY!" Paul's voice could now be heard from outside the door.

I creaked it open slightly so I could peer out. Paul was trying to snatch the pants off of Harry's face, but he kept dodging away from him.

"They were a gift! A gift!" Paul was wailing a bit uneasily, repeating himself just so we knew the truth.

"I have Paul's paaaants, they are leopard paaaaants" Harry sang in a singsong type way.

Paul gave up trying to grab them, so instead just walked away, before turning back and saying in a low voice "Just don't show anyone else okay?"

Harry shook his head. "Screw that, I'm showing everyone!"

Before Paul could stop him, Harry skipped out of the room, pants in tow.

Paul looked at me helplessly, so I shrugged. Not much else I could do really. I started to explain my relationship troubles, just to shift the subject and because I needed someone to talk to, I was interrupted by the shrill sound of Zayn's laughter. Seriously, it echoed through the whole bloomin' bus!

"Are they Paul's?" He asked loudly. Harry must've answered, as he burst into laughter again.

"Ha! Trust him! I knew he'd be hiding something like this. They're probably for Preston!"

(Preston is our other bodyguard, for anyone wondering.)

"Cheeky git." Paul mutterered under his breath. "You wait till I get my hands on them."