the baby project | harry styles

Chapter 24 - Trouble

Louis' POV

I almost died of laughter watching something on the tele with Niall, Liam, and Zayn. We were all laughing away, having a splendid time with each other, and then Harry came out of the bathroom with his face moistened from tears. Of course me being so caring and thoughtful, I was concerned for the young lad. Plus, he had his things packed up, with his backpack strapped on.

I stood up slowly and neared him, placing my hands on my hips saucily, "And where do you think you're going?" I asked dominantly, standing in his way of the exit.

Harry didn't look at me, probably because he was ashamed of his feelings, "Cheryl needs me."

At first, I had a short smirk upon my lips, but that distinguished quickly. This was breaking the rules of management, One cannot leave tour members unless they are given permitted access to do so.

"Harry. You can't leave. It's against the rules." I said as he started walking away from me. I didn't want him to get kicked out of the band for breaking these rules. After all, he was like my brother from another mother.

"I have to. Cheryl's in trouble," He mumbled lowly, causing me to continue to chase him. He was already out the door, strolling toward the hotel exit.

"What about the fans? You need security guards!" I called after him as he suddenly turned around to face me, making me flinch away from him.

"None of that matters!" He snapped as I flashed him a look of hurt. His face softened from his scowel, "Louis, you have to understand that Cheryl needs me."

I sighed and shook my head. He was going to get in some serious shit if someone found out about this, but I had to let him go. I didn't know what was going on with Cheryl, but I was starting to worry about her as well. She became my friend too; since Eleanor and her hung out sometimes. "I'm coming with you."

"Louis, you can't do that." He said, shaking his head in disapproval. I shook my head back.

"I didn't ask you," I said lastly, ending the conversation by jogging back into the hotel room. I knew that Harry wasn't going to wait for me, but I knew damn well where he was going, and that's all I needed to know.

I snatched up my backpack and rolled my suitcase along the carpeted floor as I ran back out of the hotel room. The rest of the boys were staring at me, looking a bit puzzled. They knew we were leaving, but they weren't going to tattle on us. Just the same as me—they didn't want us kicked out of the band.

So there I was, sprinting out of the hotel entrance toward the tall, curly-haired Harold. I finally caught up with him, and he remained silent the whole way to the airport. We walked all the way from the hotel to the airport; which took about thirty-five minutes. And as always, I forgot about the most important thing—my jacket. By the time we got into the airport, I was practically a frozen hunk of meat getting ready to thaw out.

"So do you want to enlighten me about what the hell is going on?" I asked, rubbing my arms repeatedly, trying to warm myself up. Harry finally glanced down at me and sighed, preparing himself to tell me about Cheryl.

"Last night, Cheryl texted me and said that we needed to talk," He paused, sitting down in one of the waiting area chairs, and I sat next to him. "She said that this fame was too much for our baby. Basically, she said that we we're breaking up. Well I said that I didn't believe her, and I told her to call me. No one ever replied or called after that, and I know for a fact Cheryl wouldn't text me that shit; which tells me that she's in trouble. And I think I know who's behind all this."

"Harrison." I pointed my eyebrows into an arch and made a disgusted face as if I had seen the most rubbish thing in the entire world. Harry nodded slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Will he ever give you guys a break?"

Harry sneered slightly, "I seriously doubt it."

Suddenly the loud speaker came on, "Flight 267 is ready for take off. Flight 268 is now preparing for take off."

Harry nudged me, "That's us." He picked up his backpack from the floor and stood up, making me do the same.

We strolled to our flight entrance and boarded, handing our tickets to the woman who worked the door. She smiled at the two of us, and we continued on in. Harry chose the seats; which I didn't really care where we sat. So we took a seat and got settled in, ready for take off.

"Do you have a plan?" I asked, attempting to break the awkward silence surrounding us.

Harry shrugged, "We travel to our flat and see if she's there. And if she's not, then I'll have to think of another way to find her."

"That's like trying to find a needle in a haystack." I laughed jokingly as Harry smirked, trying not to giggle. "Luckily, I have a plan." I teased and shuffled my body with a sassy gesture.

"What's that?" Harry questioned curiously.

"You have her number right?"

"Well yeah."

"Well then that's all you need. You can track her phone, y'know?" I stated the obvious and Harry nodded, his eyes as wide as a full moon.

"Oh yeah!" He laughed slightly, "Good idea."

"No need to thank me." I replied even more saucily. After all, it was what I was know for—I liked to be that way. It was fun to tease people.

Harry gave me one of his looks, "Thank you Louis." He rolled his eyes and glanced down at his phone; probably setting up the tracker GPS thingy. I didn't know what it was called—don't judge me.

So throughout the whole plane ride, we sat there mostly in silence—an incredibly boring silence, let me tell you. I had to entertain myself with my thoughts. I thought about me and Harry getting in trouble. I was kind of scared for both of our sake because I knew if Management found out, it would be our necks.

Oh Harold, I knew you were trouble when you walked in.

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