Little Louder Now (Harry Styles/One direction fanfic)

Chapter 23: Fiesty

Short, but slightly sexual.  enjoy.

p.s.- fixed this chapter. it was a mess.

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Chapter 23:  Fiesty

*Charlie's POV*

Niall and I were lying hand in hand on our backs in Niall and I's bed that we shared.  Hazza still hasn't woken up from his massive hangover and we were currently coming up with ideas to make this tour work.

"Do you think he's ok?" I wondered as I snuggled up closer next to Niall's body, placing my head on his chest.  I could hear his heartbeat and it was comforting.  "I mean, he was a real mess last night."

"I know, but he really needs to sleep it off.  It's really the only thing we can do for him now.  I haven't seen him drink so much in a long time," Niall worried, placing his hand on my head, stroking my hair.

"And what about Ollie?  I tried our landline, but she didn't pick up.  I don't think she's at out flat," I said miserably.  I had been wracking my brain without success since she had left, but I had been distracted by grief and, well, Niall too.

"Well, let's think about this logically.  Where else would she go?" Niall asked me, trying to jog my memory.

"Normally, I'd say she'd go to Tom's but she's totally pissed at him right now and since Nathan lives there too, I don't think she would be caught dead there."

"So where's left?  A hotel?"  he pondered.

"Naw, not enough money."  We were still a struggling band.  If it had been Harry missing, he could have been anywhere in the world with his access to money, but our budget was tight.  Niall was helping me narrow it down.  She couldn't be too far away.

We sat a while longer in silence considering the options.

"Bolton!  She'd hop a train and go back to her mum's," I said excitedly sitting up.  If Niall hadn't have been here to help me calm down, I never would have thought of the obvious.  God, I'm so stupid.  Why hadn't I thought of it earlier?  But then again no one else had thought of it either so... yay me!

"Yikes.   She really must be upset to take a 4 hour long train ride to get away from us," Nialler said sadly.  Poor baby.  He just didn't understand the way Ollie worked yet.  It really had nothing to do with him and the other boys, excluding Harry of course.

"She's not mad at you or me or any of us... with the exclusion of Sam, Tom, and Nathan," I explained.  "She's just miserable with the knowledge that she really likes Harry and doesn't think there is a way for it to work out.  When she gets upset, she needs time to decrompress and gather her thoughts.  Plus, she might need to get a little drunk," I admitted.  A long train ride home would be a perfect place to get a little tipsy before taking a taxi to her Mum's house.

"Those two are made for each other because I haven't seen Haz like that in AGES.  Not to mention their both stubborn as hell," Niall gesticulated wildly.  "The whole house is a mess because of them!  It seems like no one can function right without them.  They're kinda like the glue that holds us all together."

"They really are good for each other once you get past the whole I hate you/love you thing, Nathan interferring, and now us being off the tour," I said sighing.

"Now don't be depresed, girl.  We'll come up with something to fix this," he told me, his crystal blue eyes locked on mine, completely filled with honesty, but there was also something else there.  Was he turned on right now?  Maybe it was time to do a little self-rewarding for our excellent detective work.