Holiday

Chapter Twenty-Three: Day One

Emily

Groaning, I rolled over with sunlight hitting my eyes. Ugh. Who left the curtains open? Wait... I quickly sat up and noticed that I was in an unfamiliar room. I am definitely not at home anymore. I saw that my phone was on the bedside table, so I grabbed it and saw that it was the next day. Did I sleep through the whole day yesterday? 

"Yes, yes you did," a voice said from across the room. I turned to the door revealing Harry carrying a tray full of food. "Good morning, E" he greeted me with a soft smile. "Morning. Did I really?" I asked him once again. He chuckled as he placed the tray on top of the bed. "Yep. Don't worry, most of us did as well. We're actually kind of pleased because now we can take you out to celebrate your graduation," Harry said, kissing the top of my head. 

Hold on. Did he say, go out?

"Wait what do you mean, celebrate?" I asked, tilting my head while yawning. He chuckled at me as I stretched my arms and back. "Wow, you slept for a whole day and you're still yawning," he teased me, crossing his arms. "Oh shut up, I've never been out of the country before," I exclaimed. Harry laughed and sat beside me. "Well, the boys and I have decided that we would like to take you out to one of our favorite places to eat. You deserve it because you just survived multiple years of horrible school," he explained. I nodded then turned my attention to the meal in front of me. 

"Did you make this?" I asked him, pointing at the beautifully plated french toast. "No, actually Louis did," he replied with a small grin on his lips. I stared at him in shock. "Seriously? And you let him?" 

Louis doesn't really have the best track of cooking or making meals. I think everyone probably knows that. 

"He's been improving," he argued with an unsure voice. I raised an eyebrow. Turning to the meal, I slowly picked up the fork and sliced the toast to take a bite. Chewing the food, I raised both eyebrows and turned to Harry. "That's actually not that bad," he looked taken back and grabbed the utensil I was holding to try Louis' cooking. 

"Well shit, that boy has finally learned," he stated. I laughed and continued to eat. Harry had left to let me enjoy my breakfast in bed. I still find it amazing how Louis had been able to make this meal for me. And for once, it was good. I quickly finished up and decided to take a shower. 

The bedroom that I was currently in was quite huge and spacious. It was painted in dirty white with touches of grey and black so it didn't really hurt my eyes. When you walk in, there were about four or five feet of space before you reach the end of the bed. A desk was placed beside the main door, and a walk-in closet can be seen at the side of the room parallel to the bathroom that the room was connected to. The room seems so modern yet simple, which I liked. I noticed that my suitcase was nowhere to be seen. 

I got out of bed and walked towards the closet. Placing my hand on the sliding door, I peeked inside making my jaw drop. All of the clothes that I have brought had already been hanged up and neatly placed in the drawers. I went inside and looked around. This area could easily be my bedroom! I saw that my baggage was placed at the corner. Wonder when I'll be using them again? I then realize that there were a few pieces of clothing and accessories that I have never seen before. Did they buy these for me? I better ask them later first before I start using them. Taking a few clothes for me to use today, I grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom to take a shower. 

Once I finished, I went out, drying my hair, and saw that the tray that Harry bought up was gone. I'm assuming one of them had taken them. Walking down the stairs, I found all five of the boys, gathered in the living room. "There she is! Finally awake, I see," Niall exclaimed, grinning at me. "How's breakfast?" Louis cheekily asked, wiggling his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes as I sat down on the couch and tucking one of my legs under my other leg. "Don't push it, Tomlinson," I warned him.