Impulse [A Harry Styles FanFiction]

Chapter 2- Girl Almighty

POV Harry

I roll over in the wide comfy bed as the sunlight streams through the window. I rub my eyes before sitting up and stare at the clock.

11:07. I haven't slept in that late in a very long time. I look over at Niall who is fast asleep in the bed next to me.

He is snoring quietly and his blonde hair is astray. I walk over to the bathroom and turn on the shower.

I squeeze some toothpaste out onto my toothbrush when the most annoying ringing noise blares from the bedroom.

"What the.... ? Bloody hell." I mutter as foam drips from my mouth.

I hear Niall groan loudly and I walk back into the bedroom to find the hotel phone beeping.

"Hello?" I croak out.

"Harry, I've been ringing your room and Louis's for the past twenty minutes!" Paul exclaims.

I rub my temples slowly before answering.

"I was asleep. And if it was really that urgent I know you would have pounded on our door or something." I tease.

"Harry this is serious! You were supposed to be on Y100 an hour ago! I let you sleep because I know you guys are absolutely exhausted, but they called us 20 minutes ago asking to reschedule for later today."

"Sure. Later is fine." I groan.

"I'll tell them 4:30."

"Alright. See you in a bit." I say before hanging up the phone.

I rub my eyes once more. It feels so good to get more than 7 hours of sleep and quite comfortably might I add.

We have been touring the world on our Take Me Home tour for half a year now going from stage to stage, interview to interview, and way too many meetings for god knows how long. It's absolutely endless.

Don't get me wrong- One Direction is the best thing that ever happened to me. I am living out my dream if I'm being perfectly honest.

But sometimes it gets pretty exhausting. I trudge back to the bathroom and put my toothbrush away and take a nice long hot shower.

I change and flop dramatically on my bed. I throw a large pillow across the room at Niall.

"C'mon mate, it's almost noon. I reckon you get ready now so we can go have breakfast at a reasonable time."

He lets out a long breath before slowly popping his head up. He tiredly pulls himself out of bed and shuts the door to the bathroom.

I hear him turn the shower on and I turn on the TV. I flip through the channels looking for something remotely interesting to watch.

My phone beeps and I pick it up immediately.

Liam, Zayn and I are dressed. Breakfast?

I type quickly before returning to surfing more channels.

Nialler just got in the shower. We are looking at least another 30 minutes.

I give up looking for a show and let some American sitcom stream as I scroll through my twitter mentions. A lot of which consumed of pictures from our show in Tampa two nights ago.

It felt weird to look at pictures of myself on a stage singing in front of thousands of screaming fans. I knew auditioning for the X Factor would help get my name out there, but hell, I never expected this.

A sudden knock on my door shakes me from my thoughts as I carry myself to the door. I peek through the small hole at the center of the door to see Louis, Liam, and Zayn waiting behind the door.