Strawberry Fields Forever

Strawberry Fields Forever - Part Two (2)

LIAMS POV-

I awake to the sound of my phone going off. Who the bloody hell would be calling me so early in the morning? I reach over to my bedside table and pull out my IPhone 4. I read the caller ID and I groan. Zayn. Of course. Who else would wake me up early in the morning knowing I had a late night. I click answer and put the phone to my ear. 

“What do you want?” I say grumpily into the phone. I’m usually a morning person, but I still had jetlag when I arrived in Wolverhampton at 1:00am. 

“Well good morning to you to Li.” Zayn says, his voice drenched in sarcasm. 

“I just wanted to tell you that Haz, Lou and Niall went out sightseeing and they might go to the pub later.” Wait, what? Why didn’t they invite us? I suppose they might of thought I was going to do something with my family while I was here.

“Why aren’t you with them?” I ask, a little out of my sleep trance now. 

“I woke up late and got a text saying they were 'sorry' but they weren’t waiting for our, and I quote, lazy arses to get out of bed. So they left and I was wondering if you wanted to do something today?” By now, I was walking to bathroom, about to brush my teeth.  

“Yea sure. Meet me at the lobby. I’ll be down soon. See ya then.” I say lazily into the phone. I’m still tired from just waking up and I still have a bit of jetlag. 

“Yea, see you then Li.” And with that he hangs up. I lock my phone and put it into my pyjamas pocket.  I begin brushing my teeth and changing into some clothes. I put on my favourite red plaid shirt and some crème coloured khakis with some white converse. I took a quick look in the mirror and then grabbed my keys and wallet and headed out. I headed down to the lobby and met up with Zayn. He was wearing a white singlet and a red varsity jacket with a pair of black jeans and black converse. His hair, as usual, is styled in a quiff but he has recently added some blonde highlights to it. It looks cool. 

“Hey” I said, walking up to him. 

“Hey, you finally got here.” He laughs while holding his arm out. We do a quick man hug and separate.

 “So what do you want to do?” He asks me. 

“I don’t really want to go anywhere high profile and things so no clubs or- OH! I know where we could go.” I say as I realised where we could go. Before he could say anything, I was dragging him out into the streets through the back door. I saw my reflection in a shop window and realised: I'd forgotten my disguise!

 “Here.” Zayn says to me. I turn around and I see him holding out a hat and a pair of black sunglasses. 

“What about you?” I ask. He hands me the items and pulls another hate and pair of black sunglasses from nowhere. 

“Wow. Someone is prepared.” I say. 

“Can’t help it mate.” he says with a shrug. I thank him and slip on the disguise. I know it’s not much, but the place isn’t that far so it will have to do for now. We cautiously step out the back door of the hotel and walk out into the streets. We keep our heads down so that we blend in with the rest of society. Hopefully we won’t get noticed. We walk for about 5 minutes and if I remember correctly, it’s just around the corner. Then we hear whispering.

We look around and notice that there are a couple of teenage girls following us. Their whispering becomes louder and more and more girls come. I look back and notice them following us. When I turn back around I bump into a young girl, around 10 years old. She looks up and I am about to apologise when I see her eyes widen when she looks up. Oh shit.