Louis' POV
After we landed, I headed straight back to the hotel. Harry, Niall, and I were too jet lagged to function, not to mention in NYC it's 4 pm when we left at 1pm for our 8 hour flight. Niall somehow talked his way into getting his own hotel room. I was going to share the room with Liam and he is sharing a bed with Zayn. I tried to help Harry share a room with Niall, but Niall was very persistent for whatever reason.
I helped Harry unpack as much as we could, because we're only going to be staying here for five days. We decided to take a nap, because it was hard on the plane. I just kept looking at the time and just saying it's not time to sleep since it was afternoon- but I don't even care anymore I'm tired and Harry said he's tired too so oh well.
*~time skip~*
"Should we wake them up?" I lightly heard an Irish voice ask. I don't want to open my eyes yet. It's too early.
"No, no, let them sleep." I think that was Calum's voice. Am I dreaming still? But... without seeing them? Who are they talking about?
"Hold on! Hold on! I've got an idea!" The Irish lad said again, this time his voice a little louder than his earlier whisper, being quickly shushed by undoubtedly Liam. I heard an iPhone camera shutter and a few giggles, probably coming from all five of them.
I heard them whisper a bit more, and then shuffle away. I turned to look at the boy laying next to me, who was hugging my waist. He really does look beautiful. I swept some of the hair away off of his forehead, and brushed his cheek with my thumb. I cuddled down next to him again, waiting for him to wake up.
After a few minutes of cuddles, he was finally awake, his grip loosening around my waist. I held him a bit tighter, so he wouldn't let go, and he didn't. He chuckled a bit, but I just nuzzled my head into his shoulder and wrapped my legs around his.
"You okay?" He asked me, giggling still.
"Yeah." He nodded and ran a hand through my hair.
"Tired?" I nodded and said yeah, even though I'm really not. I got enough sleep and I'm pretty awake, but I don't think i have an explanation for this. I just like the feeling of us holding each other. Honestly, I'm surprised though. I was never a cuddly person. I always just wanted space to lay down or sleep. But with him here, it feels like I don't want to let go, and I don't really get it.
He finally talked me into getting up, and we decided to go out to brunch with the rest of the guys. When we met them in the lobby, they all were smiling at us. Little creepy guys. Niall grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him away from me, making me kind of miss holding his shoulder, and he giggled to Harry, making him look a little more confused than when he woke up with me.
All throughout the morning, Niall and a few of the other guys kept giggling to Harry, and I don't really get why. I know they took a picture of something, but I don't really know what it was of.
Liam and Zayn told us that they had plans for the afternoon, and they winked at me. Which I would've found weirder if Niall hadn't said that he was going to try the Nando's here to (in his words not mine) "see if it was worse than in England or Ireland." He then proceeded to wink at me as well. What the fook is going on here?
"Well, Harold," I laughed, he looked up and smiled, "Wanna hang out? We could... uhm... walk around. That sounds like fun." He let out one loud laugh, then smacked his hands over his mouth. It may be a bit weird of a thing for me to say, err... thing, but he's cute.
I giggled and he blushed a bit, and tucked a curly strand of hair behind his ear. I walked over to where he was standing and linked my arm in his, smiling at him. We walked down to Times Square, and his jaw dropped.
