Parallel Lines » Larry Stylinson

Chapter 3 - Harry

The sound of fist against hollow wood wakes me up from my sleep. I groan and flip over, using half of the lumpy pillow to block out the sound. I know that it's probably one of our team members but they can wait. I just want to catch a few more minutes of alone time. 

"Harry! Wake up!" the person's voice is muffled behind the door. 

I force a groan from my dry throat and frown, keeping my eyes closed still. 

"Harry! You're going to be late!" the person continues banging on my door. "Don't make me bust the door open!" 

"Okay," I manage to say, but I doubt that he can hear me. 

"Harry Styles! You are five minutes late!" 

"I know," I say, and once again, my voice is lost in my sleep. He still cannot hear me. I peel the heavy covers off me and make my way into the bathroom to wash my face. The cool water wakes me up from my slumber a little and I comb my hair, throwing a clean tee over my exposed torso. I step into a semi clean skinny jeans lying on the floor. One leg at a time, pulling it up and zipping the fly. 

"I'm going to count to ten," the man shouts from outside the door, his voice louder than before now.

I wish I can answer him but I currently have half my toothbrush in my mouth, whitening my teeth with a minty flavour. I prefer the minty scent over my morning breath. Everyone does.

"Three, four..." he continues to bang his fists against my door. 

I spit out the solution and rinse my mouth. 

"Five! Six!" 

I gargle, taking my time. 

"Seven! Eight!" 

I tie one of my signature bandanas around my head, pushing my hair up so that it will not fall onto my face and give me teary eyes. 

"NINE!" he booms and I quickly scent my unwashed body with cologne. I rush to the door and check my appearance in the mirror above the counter.

"TEN!" he shouts as I  swing the door in one swift action. It is Ben, a man from our security team.

"I'm out, I'm out," I mumble and lock the room door, shoving the key card into my pocket.

"You could at least say something. I've been risking hurting my vocal chords yelling at you for the past ten minutes," Ben leads me to the elevator at the end of the hall. 

I say nothing. It's no use arguing with Ben. He'll probably challenge me into a hand to hand combat if I did. 

His buff figure takes up most of the space in the tiny elevator and I pray to god that the power would not go off, or else I'll be trapped with this ninety pound beast.

Luckily, my prayer was granted and the elevator chugs downward. I like the feeling you get when all the organs in your body feels like they're dropping down to your stomach whenever you ride on the elevator, especially this one, because it is moving rather jerkily and fast. 

We reach the ground floor and the elevator doors part with an old fashioned 'ding'. I hear a couple of shrieks nearby, probably from the fans who were waiting for us. I can immediately spot Niall sitting down on one of the couches in the lounge right next to the reception desk. Zayn is perched beside him and Liam is sitting on another couch beside them. Louis William Tomlinson is nowhere to be found.

I walk over to them and Mark tells us to wait for Louis. He must be later then me then. 

Niall nods at me and I sit next to Liam, joining their conversation about football players immediately. After awhile, I start to drift off from their conversation. I can see fans through the glass, kept outside by metal barriers and security men. One of them catches my gaze and screams, waving the poster in her hands wildly while whom I assume to be her friend jumps up and down. I chuckle and look back at Niall, who was waving his hands about to emphasize whatever he is talking about. Whatever it is, I am no longer paying attention. My eyes keep darting to the elevator, hoping to see it ding in response when Louis reaches the ground floor. I feel the strong need to see him. Especially now.