Recollection

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I head to the hotel from the bar. I just walk because it's not that far and it keeps me in shape. I came to Brazil with a good friend of mine and I'm hopin he's in his room right now. We really need to talk. He was supposed to come out with me but he didn't. He's so fucking lazy. I take out my key and unlock the door to find all the lights are turned off. He's either been drinking or had some slut over. Maybe both.

"Harry! Get your lazy ass out of bed!" I hear a groan and shuffling upstairs. I head to the kitchen to get a beer. I know I was just at a bar but I didn't drink. I didn't go there to drink anyways; I went for him. I begin to think about him, how good he looked at the concert, and at the bar with that goofy, flirty smile on his face. I would do anything to see it again.

My thoughts are interupted by Harry stomping downstairs. "What did you want?" He yawns.
"They were there. All of them," I whispered like someone was going to hear us.
"Wait, all three of them went out tonight? And you were there? How did you know where they were going?!" Harry asked in amazement.
"That my dear Haz is a secret." I said lightly slapping his shoulder.
"Why didn't I go? I could have seen them. I would have seen Niall!" Harry shouted grabbing his hair in frustration. I could tell he was upset but he did have his chance to come.

"Well you could have come along. I have connections everywhere you would've gotten in."

"Yeah but I wanted to enjoy our very short time here before we zoom off to some other foreign country to continue feeding your obsession," he says expression serious yet playful. I know our adventures aren't exactly just some huge vacation but I have to accomplish this. And it's not like I've followed him extensively. Just here, back home in England, we went to California, and flew out once to Spain. That's not as much as I'd like it to be but Harry insists its too much.
" I know mate. But I think they're going on break so we can head back home." I say.

"Finally!" Harry yells dramatically.

"I'm gonna get some sleep. You should too. We'll be on the first flight back to Doncaster," I say with a smirk effectively killing his joy.

"Ugh Zayn you know how I hate getting up early please can't we leave at like 3? Like normal people," he complains.

"Nope, goodnight" I laugh. I wonder if Louis remembered me though. He'll know me now. And I'm almost sure I'll see him tomorrow. Actually I know I will. I smile to myself and turn in for the night. I have a big day tomorrow.