You Are My Sunshine

Crossing Borders

I woke up in an extremely uncomfortable position. I twisted, and then realized that what I had thought was a pillow was in fact Louis. I slowly got up, digging my elbow into Louis’ thigh. He giggled. I hurriedly stepped away from him, and stood on something.

“OW!” Harry yelled from behind me.

Whoops. I was standing on his fingers.

“Sorry! Sorry Harry!” I jumped away from him and tripped over my own feet. I fell back onto Louis, who abruptly woke up, and yelled a string of swear words into my ear.

“Sorry Lou!” I shouted, scrambling to get off of him, hurting him more in the process.

“Jenna! Just FREEZE!” Harry shouted. I stopped moving, and was lifted off of Louis by strong arms around my waist. Harry set me down a few feet away.

Louis shot me a poisonous glare. I winced. 

“Sorry guys. Bit of a klutz.” I tried a smile, but didn’t receive one back.

“Just stay there until I get out of harm’s way.” Louis sighed, heaving himself off of the couch where we had slept. That reminded me.

I turned to Harry. “Why was I sleeping on top of Louis?”

He shrugged. “He didn’t want us sleeping together.”

I scowled. “I sleep with you like every single night! And all three of us share a bed often enough. Overprotective twit.”

Harry whacked me playfully. “Don’t insult my Boobear.”

I rolled my eyes, and glanced out the window. “Where are we?”

Harry shrugged. “On the way to Florida. We’ll be driving all day.”

I glanced at my feet. “In that case, am I allowed to move? I have to do my schoolwork.”

Harry stepped to the side with a smile. “Just watch where you’re going.”

I scowled, and glanced around. “Where’s all my stuff? My computer?”

Harry flicked his hair. “Upstairs. Louis claimed his bed already, but you can pick yours next. I’ll just take the bed either top or bottom of yours.”

Two things hit me. One; that Louis, Harry and I would be on the same bus for the rest of the tour, and two; there were beds upstairs.

I frowned a Harry. “If there are beds, why did we all sleep on the couches?”

“I didn’t want to attempt to carry you up the ladder.” 

I shivered. “I’m glad you didn’t. I don’t want a broken neck.”

Harry’s phone rang suddenly, and he flopped back onto the couch. After I realized it was Liam and evidentially nobody had died, I scaled the ladder up to the top level.

I spotted my suitcase on top of one of the bunk beds and unzipped it. I dug out my computer as well as a change of clothes. I quickly pulled on a pair of red shorts and a tank top, praying that no one would climb up the ladder. My luck held, and I was fully dressed when Louis appeared at the top of the ladder. He eyed me warily, and I sighed.

“I said sorry, Lou. I’m just a bit of a klutz in the mornings.”

He slowly came over to me. “If I give you a hug, will you cause me more grievous bodily harm?”

I scowled, and gave him a big bear hug as an answer. I winced when I accidentally stood on his toes, but he didn’t say anything.

I stepped back. “See? You survived.”