Chasing Harry - LS [2013] [2/3]

Chapter Twelve: Part One; This Ain't Goodbye

Considering this chapter is a really long one―And this is half of what I wrote, I decided to put it on two parts! So, I hope you guys don't mind.

Please listen to this song on the side ! "This Ain't Goodbye" by Train, it's a beautiful song <3
Anyways, heres the first part, enjoy.
 
-JustAkiss xox 
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Chapter Twelve; This Ain’t Goodbye

6 hours later ― Tour Bus ― Phoenix

Louis

 

I let out yet another breath.

            To this point, I lost the amount of times I counted of sighs I had let out since we have gotten back from the club. It may only have been six hours but I felt like it has been ages. How long does it take to keep someone in to get a hold of the story and then decided if they’re guilty for anything? Even then, he’s Harry Styles for crying out loud! He should be able to get out much faster especially knowing that it’s at least three hundred dollars to get him out.

            But why would Roger do such a thing?

            He is the one who called the fight in and made Harry look like the bad guy.

            I was surprised that I haven’t punched his face out by now.

            Once again, I sighed.

            “Louis, would you quit it,” Zayn snapped from the other side of the bus, facing me.

            He was sitting on the opposite couch with Niall, his arm wrapped loosely around his shoulders, keeping his head leaning on his shoulder as the Irish lad seemed to be dozing off. Though I knew Niall way too much to think he was sleeping, he was just thinking and letting his mind wander, trying to stay calm.

            “Quit what?” I asked, frowning almost exhaling until I realized what he meant. I stopped with my mouth half way open and decided to just shut it, letting the air come out from my nose.

            “I just don’t see what’s taking so long.” I said, leaning my cheek on my hand as I sat on the smaller couch, feeling my body sink into the cushions, the way they have been for a long while.

            Liam cleared his voice before speaking, “They can only let people out in the morning and well it is almost six a.m, so we will most probably get a call―well, Roger or Modest.”

            I rolled my eyes and let out a frustrated sound before taking out my mobile and placing it on the small counter next to me―I was tired of sitting on it.

            I looked over to Liam.

            He was at the table sitting with Danielle, his arm around her lightly as they had the laptop opened in front of them―talking lightly. They both seemed to be somewhat glum but, we all were. What happened tonight shocked all of us but from the way Liam was sitting really close to her and keep his gaze on her for most of the time I could tell that he had truly missed Danielle and he was glad that she was here with him―especially right now when we were all shocked out of our minds.

            And while I was soaking in pissed off.

            My eyes trailed over to Zayn and Niall who were now speaking softly to one another, sharing a few kisses here and there though, from the way Niall was glum I could tell something was on his mind. And from the way Zayn was the one always leaning in closer it had to do with something that went on between the two and not with Harry at the club tonight―even though I am sure he is upset about it. I just hope that Zayn isn’t still mad with Niall for kissing me, well me kissing him while I was drunk. Since then Zayn’s been a little distant with me.