Wasting My Time [When it Was Always You]

Police chase / Harry's Had Enough

Harry averted his glance and fiddled with his fingers, looking down at his lap to avoid staring at Louis. Once he heard him start his sentence, he felt his heart begin to race and right when he was going to answer the question, sirens started going off and blue and red lights lit up the entire room through a small window. He felt Louis looking at him, and his eyes widened as he stared back, trying hard to think on his feet quickly. Toby was the first to start panicking, standing up. "Fuck fuck fuck!" He repeated loudly. "Shut up!" Harry whisper-yelled. "Everyone up, pack your shit fast Harper, and follow behind me," he held up his finger over pursed lips to signal them to not make any further sounds. Harper got her disheveled bag together as quickly as she could, and slung it over her shoulder. They all gathered in a line behind Harry, and he led them out the back door. He was attempting to go unseen, but there was a cop standing right outside who flicked his flashlight on immediately, halting Harry before his next step. "And what could be the reason you lot are out here this early?" He questioned. "We're lost," Harry spoke quickly, sounding convincing enough. "Lost?" Harry swallowed nervously at the interrogation and nodded. "Mhm," the policeman walked over to the group and paused when he saw the bloody gauze around Louis' hand. "You alright lad?" He stared the rest of them down, shining the light in their faces. "Is someone going to tell me the truth or am I going to have to cuff all of you?" He sighed at the silence, and started reaching for the pair of handcuffs on his belt. Harry started to get nervous, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. "Truth is, someone was after us. They went that way," he pointed in the opposite direction. "After you? Really? I didn't see any-" the cop turned to look at what he was referring to, and that's when Harry took off. He sprinted as fast as he could to the bus, and hoped the others would catch on soon enough to make it there in time. Once they all managed to get inside, Harry locked the doors and the officer was quick to get in his own vehicle. Harry didn't even wait until everyone was seated, slamming the gas and peeling away from the scene. "My beer!" Toby shouted as if forgetting it was critical at the moment. After a few moments, Harry was somehow able to take enough turns to lose the officer. He glanced in the rear view mirror and couldn't see the lights anymore, and his shoulders finally dropped as he sighed in relief. "Everyone's alive, yeah?" He currently had no idea what road they were on, but he'd inform all of them of that later.

Louis' heart was racing, no idea what they were supposed to do now but he at least had the sense to keep quiet and as calm as possible. He was quick to his feet, following behind Harry one by one out of the back door. He froze as they were face to face with the cop outside, letting Harry handle the talking. He swallowed thickly as the man paused in front of him, smiling sheepishly and putting his hand behind his back at the question. "Yeah, yeah, 's fine. Was just clumsy." He answered honestly without giving too much away, his hand the last thing on his mind at the moment. He'd nearly forgotten about it until he was asked. He watched Harry again, anxiety building inside him now that the cop had mentioned cuffing them all. He took off in a sprint after catching on to Harry's plan, holding onto his camera with his uninjured hand until he made it into the bus. He stumbled to his seat as Harry drove off quickly, slumping back and letting out a soft breath. "We're never doing that again, don't care how cool it might look or what pictures you can get out of it. Never." He sighed out, glancing out the window and nodding at Harry's words. "Everyone's alive." He confirmed, rubbing his hand over the gauze while he continued to watch Harry as he drove.

Harry eventually pulled off on the side of a random twisty road, and put the bus into park, sighing as he gripped the wheel and dropped his forehead onto it in defeat. It was time to admit he was lost, but not to the whole group. "Alright everybody," he stood and cleared his throat. "I suppose it's time for all of us to get some sleep. Suns up in two hours," he made sure to pass around some water bottles and to get everyone situated in their own spots for the evening. He sat in the drivers seat, strumming with his acoustic guitar and jotting down lyrics only to erase them and mumble nonsense to himself. He couldn't focus, gnawing at his bottom lip as all he could think about was Louis' answer before their time got cut short. Not to mention the way their touch lingered, or how they only looked away from each others gaze when they were snapped out of it. All of this lead him to believe that maybe he felt something more than friendship. He shook his head and stood, shoving the thoughts to the side because it felt so ridiculous to even imagine. He started to try to find a spot for himself, when he saw that Louis was the only one still up, reading a book. He stepped over and playfully lowered the book just below his nose. "Shouldn't you be sleeping, Tomlinson?" He chuckled, squeezing into a seat right at his side. "I have a confession," he stared dramatically, pausing for a beat to build up false anticipation. "I'm afraid I am hopelessly clueless as to where we are," he laughed, breaking the tension now.