It Started With a Song [editing]

Chapter 10 - Music Lessons

CHAPTER 10

The trip to the boys’ hotel room was short, but very interesting.  I was riding in the car with the boys and Grace followed us in her vehicle.  Louis insisted that the radio was turned on, which eventually led to a battle of Who-Can-Sing-The-Loudest.

Currently, Louis was winning, because he was the only one playing.  The rest of us were playing Let’s-Sing-Along-To-The-Radio, a nice, quiet game.  I think he had at least 5 cups of coffee this morning, because he was really hyper, more so than usual (not that he was usually hyper, but he was always really perky).  “So we put our hands up, like the ceiling can’t hold us,” he sang at the top of his lungs, much to the chagrin of everyone else in the car.  His shouting, which was purposely off-key, was making singing very difficult for the rest of us.

“Uggh, now I’m starting to lose appreciation for Macklemore,” Harry groaned, plugging his ears and shaking his head at Louis.  The song soon ended, thankfully, and when another started to play, Zayn reached up and shut the radio off.

“Why did you shut my music off?  We were having a lovely time!” Louis cried, faking an injured look. 

Trying hard not to smile, Liam shook his head.  “You’re starting to sound like Gollum, Lou, referring to yourself as ‘we.’  Better be careful, or else you might go crazy.”

“I already am!” Louis cheered, smiling at me.  He started singing Live While We’re Young, of course at the top of his lungs.  It took me whacking him six times on the back of the head to get him to shut up.  “Ow, Lyla, what was that for?” he whined.

Niall answered for me, chuckling.  “That was what we’ve all been wanting to do, Lou, since you started singing.  She just hasn’t been around you long enough to know not to get on your bad side when you’ve had caffeine.”

“Just how much caffeine did he have this morning?” I interrupted.  “Because he was perfectly fine at my house.”

After thinking a moment, Zayn answered.  “I think about four cups of coffee and a donut was his breakfast.  Caffeine doesn’t really hit him until about an hour later.”

I nodded; I was the same way.  It was creepy how alike Louis and I were! 

“Hey, look!  There’s the hotel!  We’re al-” Louis shouted but was interrupted by Harry pushing him back and holding him against the window.

“One more shout, Tomlinson, and I duct tape your mouth shut,” Harry threatened, a joking smile ruining any sense of seriousness.

Louis whimpered, replying in a fake hurt voice, “But I was only trying to have fun, Mr. Harry, sir.  Excuse me if your sensitive ears can’t handle loud noises,” he added, a sassy look appearing on his face.  Harry rolled his eyes and sat down again as we pulled into the hotel parking lot.  Zayn, who was driving, drove around to the back and parked in a staff spot.  “It’s so the fans don’t spot us,” he explained to me, “Although it’s going to be a lot more difficult once we get that tour bus!”  We all got out of the car as Grace pulled up next to us and hopped out.  As unobtrusively as possible we snuck into the hotel through the back door.

Once we arrived at the boys’ rooms, Grace and Liam gave us the game plan for the rest of the day.  “Harry and Zayn, I think that you two should come with me to get the tour bus because, Niall, you and Lyla have to work on guitar and Liam, you’re going to work with her on her songs, right?  Louis, you can stay here or come, your choice.  After that, we can go out,” she continued, giving Louis a don’t-interrupt-me glare when he opened his mouth to say something.  “Lyla needs to get something to wear for tonight, and we’re going to be needing dinner, and I’m assuming you boys wouldn’t mind shopping a bit?”  All the boys nodded, and Louis raised his hand.  “Yes, Louis, what is it?” Grace sighed.