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"That's AMAZING-  wow, this is ridiculous! You challenged a 43 year old man's spot on the Guinness World Records and beat him! WE SHOULD CELEBRATE," Louis gasped as I showed him the news written at the back of my timetable. I blushed and muttered 'thanks' to him. The boys were hogging the showers at the moment and Tia was grumbling about her 'red flagging pains'. 

"Louis can you just shutup for a while. I don't like loud noises," Tia hushed with a pointed finger. She was seriously 'DMSing' (during menstrual syndrome) and it was started to annoy me.. Like it usually did back in Heaven. She used to walk over to my place and beg for Toblerone, like seriously, that's not my job, go to the Kitchens!

"Excu-USE ME. My voice is a lovely, flowing, beautiful sound deary. Dont let your time of the month destroy your friends Tia! I'm hurt," Louis clutched his heart dramatically and pouted. She rolled her eyes just as dramatically and shoved her earplugs back in and turned her iPod volume full blast. 

"How the hell did you know I have it," Tia growled between gritted teeth after she realised what had been said. I stifled a giggle. This was War between Louis and Tia!

"I have sisters, Teeny Tia. I know stuff."

She shot up the middle finger hearing her being called that and focused back on her iPod.

Thankfully, just at that moment Niall limped out of the shower with only a towel on. 

"Niall please just go get some boxers on at least!" I gagged hiding my face behind my pillow. 

He sniggered, "I've already put them on, I tied my towel around my waist so I could have my hands free to prevent myself from falling!"

My mouth formed an 'o' shape, "How is your leg anyway?"

"Hurts like a motherfucker."

I laughed and hopped down from my bed, grabbing the clothing I set out for myself.

The bras and panties visible from the slit in the lif of my little suitcase were decent- most of them beige, grey or white in colour. I don't care if the boys see them, I mean its kind of like a bikini anyway. 

Shower time- finally rinsing this digusting sweat off my back. 

***

We were eating now, having a feast of lamb ribs and a healthy salad to go with it. Niall was certainly enjoying himself! He had followed the Cook on Twitter yesterday, and applauded him on his remarkable roast chicken. 

I joined in with a fun conversation between the trainers, boys and Tia. Andy and John  had eaten already, because they were still working hard up in the Headquarters upstairs.. I don't know what for though. 

"..HAHAHA I KNOW I REMEMBER THAT!" Niall laughed as Harry reminded him of something from the WMYB music video I think? How can this boy be so happy and lively with a bad leg injury.. I wouldn't be able to cope!

"Can you guys just shutup about me and my non-swimming skills please," Zayn pleaded blindly shoving a salad leaf in his mouth. 

Now I laughed along with them. Tia whom was sitting beside me, was resisting the urge to rip Niall's head off because of his loudness. I squeezed her hand and thought about 'calming her down' so that she could hear.. without me speaking. YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT. 

After dinner all of us went back to our room- free time! Harry had to make a phonecall to Simon, and persuade him about the false tour around Europe, and how this 'mini-tour' was going so far, and Liam was backing Harry up to sound even more persuasive. 

Simon had believed, that I was One Direction's opening act, and thank god he was having business in Japan at the moment, or I probably wouldn't have even thought about asking Simon about this!

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