just one touch

Six.

Previously:

I guess I'm just a little lonely. I mean, who wouldn't be? Harry seems content to be single. I'm not. I feel my eyes getting heavy so I snuggle under my quilt my mum got me and let sleep claim me.

"Wake up boys, we're here." Paul yells down our tiny hallway. "Nugggghhhh," Louis groans from below me. "I don't want to get up. How long have we been asleep?"

"About 12 hours. Get up and get ready. You've got an informal press conference in two hours." With that, Paul leaves.
The bathroom soon becomes a crowded mess and I can't be bothered to be squished any longer. I grab my toothpaste and brush and head for the sink in the kitchen.

After I finish, I place my toiletries in the bathroom and grab the first pair of clothes I see, a flannel and some jeans. I push my feet into my kicks and head to the couch, stopping to look out the window. It's just a bunch of flat land so far, with way too many cows and horses.

"Here's the rundown of today. First we are gonna meet up with the owner of the..." I tune Paul out, and go back to looking at the flat ground of Oklahoma. This place is nothing special. I bet there's nothing but a bunch of cowboys and cowgirls.

Harry:

I lean over and see that Niall is looking out the window with this concentrated expression. I noticed last night that he didn't seem very happy, he wasn't his normal self. I remind myself to perk him up during our next concert.

Eventually we end up in Edmond, then at the place we are going to have our informal press conference. We don't need the talk we used to have about what to say. The process is mainly painless. We tell them that we are performing our next concert in Tulsa at a place called the BOK Center.

The lucky date is on a Thursday, the 13th. Today is only the 9th. We've got a couple days to wander around before the concert. We amble back to the bus and make our way to Tulsa.

"I miss you too Perrie, kisses to you and your family. I'll text you alright? Love you darling." Zayn cooes into the phone. I get a pang of loneliness but push it aside. I don't need a girl in my life at the moment, I don't think I'd be able to concentrate on her.

Niall has the same expression as I do. At least we agree on that wholeheartedly. "Hey Harry, want to play a game?" Louis calls from the back. He's holding up Scrabble with a sassy grin. Just because he beat me once he's decided he's got a big head. "No thanks Lou, I'll just sit around for a bit." I pull my phone out and get on Twitter.

I used to be surprised about what girls and the occasional guy would say about me. They can say some really dirty stuff. I scroll past a tweet about what they would do if only I retweeted them.

"BOK Center here we come." Within seconds, my notifications are swarming with retweets. I lock my phone and lean back, ready to catch some sleep.

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