Lessons Learned

Accused

Niall’s POV:

It was well past 3pm when I finally woke up, luckily we didn’t have a show to do that night, so we were actually able to sleep as much as we wanted.  Paul had asked that we all lay low in the hotel for the night, because of what happened with Harry.  

Paparazzi and reporters were still camped outside the hotel, waiting to get a glimpse of one of us.  It would be great if they would realize that Harry needed time to rest.  It was one thing for the fans to be outside…at least they gave a shit about Harry’s health scare, the others just wanted to make money off of whatever story or picture they could get out of it.  Fucking wankers.

I left Katelyn in the room to let her sleep.  Louis and I were camped out in the hallway, playing a game of spades in the middle of the floor, after finishing off the pizza we had ordered.

“I’m sorry lad, I just can’t concentrate,” Louis threw his cards into the pile between us.  “I’m still tired,”

“Me too, mate,” I yawned, throwing my cards down with his. I reached down to grab them all and organize them, then put them back in the box.

“You saw Harry earlier?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“How was he? Did he look okay?”

“Yeah,” I replied.  “He was acting as though he was back to his old self,”

“Oh, good, then,” he yawned once more.  “Damnit, I slept for ages and still have no energy,”

“Knock it off,” I yawned. “That shit’s contagious,”

“Hey,” Louis and I both turned around when we heard Zayn called out to us in a whisper.  He had just stepped off the elevator, he held a large paper bag under his arm.

“What are you doing?” Louis asked.

“We’re grounded for the day, remember?  What are you doing wandering around?” I asked.

“Eh,” he shrugged.  “Paul’s sleeping, he’ll never know.  I need help from you lads,”

Louis looked at him skeptically, yawning once more.  “I don’t know, I’m awfully tired,”

“Get your asses up and come on,” he walked around us and down the hallway.

I shrugged at Louis and stood up, then reached down to help him up.  “As tired as I am, you should be paying me for whatever I’m helping you with,” Louis said as we followed him down the hallway.

“Louis, it’s not for me,” Zayn said, using his keycard to open the door of one of the only vacant rooms on the floor.

“What are you doing?” I raised my eyebrows at him.

“He’s opening a door, what the hell’s it look like,” Louis said with a grin.

“Shutup Lou,”

“I’m using this room for the night, that’s what I’m doing,” Zayn replied as we followed him into the room.  He laid the paper bag on the table and started taking things out of it.   Flowers, candles, and wine.

“What are you planning?” Louis raised an eyebrow.  “Did you buy a new mirror, so you’re going to make love to yourself?”

Zayn looked at him and shook his head.  “That’s your dumbest joke yet,”

Louis made a face and shrugged. “I told you I’m tired,”

I jumped and looked around the room when I heard some sort of whimper.  “What da hell was that?”