Two Roads ≫ l.s

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A/N: Okay I feel like this is kinda like a filler chapter I'm sorry omg okay things will begin to shape up in the next chapter I promise.

Harry's POV

I threw another pair of socks into my suitcase, messily overflowing with unfolded t-shirts, jeans, and knitted jumpers. Admittedly, I had no clue what the acceptable "packing checklist" was for a road trip on account of my embarrassingly narrow experience of them, so I was hopelessly raking through my wardrobe and several drawers, throwing the majority of the contents in there and hoping for the best.

"Harry, we're going on a road trip, not a 6 month African Safari." Zayn chuckled from behind me.

I swivelled round to find him sprawled out on my bed, grinning up at his iPhone he held above his head, absorbed in a game of Flappy Bird as he expertly tapped the screen at appropriate intervals.

"Oh, shut it." I elbowed him, causing him to drop the phone on his face while the sound of the poor pixellated bird hitting the pipes suddenly replaced the silence.

"Ow, you cock!" Zayn rolled over urgently to save his Flappy Bird game, and rubbed his nose where it had been cruelly attacked by the dropped iPhone. "I was up to 150, too!" he glared at me.

I shrugged nonchalantly. "Deal with it."

I flicked my hair mockingly before turning back to my suitcase, struggling with what the hell I was supposed to be packing now. "I managed to get up to the grand old number of 4, so try beating that" I scoffed.

"Noob." He chuckled again, starting up another game. I turned back around to glare at him again, as he quickly shut up, not risking another lost game and hurt nose.

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"Is that enough?" I flopped down on my sofa, sighing and pretending to mop my brow. I had managed to cram in 10 + jumpers, countless socks, t-shirts, underwear, jeans, shoes, electricals and stuff in a relatively small suitcase, although it looked as if a butterfly landing on it would set it off to explode everywhere.

Zayn blinked in a mixture of impression and surprise. "No, I think you might need a little more than that. You've forgotten to pack the kitchen sink, Harry." He replied in a dead sarcastic tone, although I couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Alright, Mr. Sarky." I widened my eyes. "What did you bring, then?"

"Not half as much as you did!" He smirked. "Nevermind. At least you'll be more prepared than the rest of us."

'The rest of us'. I was suddenly reminded.

"Have you decided who's coming, yet, then?" I asked tentatively, glancing to his well-used phone as it lit up with yet another message.

"Oh, well, I have a list. I had to get it down from 70 to 50, then down to 30, and I've nearly got down to 20." He said casually.

I was brought up short. Seventy fucking people had replied to his one text...?!

"Don't look so shocked, Harry!" He chuckled. "Most of them we didn't even know, anyway."

"That's a shock horror; you not knowing someone!" I joked sarcastically as he pretended to throw a pillow at me.

"Well, I need you and Niall to look through the list for me, and make sure you know them." I laughed humourlessly at the thought of me actually 'knowing' any of Zayn's friends.

"Okay, well, you'll like them anyway." He half-grinned, his tactful way of implying that I 'probably don't know more than 3 people on the list but they're likeable people so it doesn't matter'