Cradle Me Goodnight (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter 2

I like long chapters. ^-^ Anyway, here's the next part my lovely ducklings. (Hope you don't mind, but that's my name for the people who read my stories) xx 

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CHAPTER 2

-2 days later-

“That’s the last bag.” Paul sighed, “Louis, can you take that one out to the truck?” he asked.

Louis nodded, and hoisted the suitcase into his arms and walked out of the apartment door.

I sat on the arm rest of the sofa, while Paul just stared down at me.

“Look, I don’t like this either, but what can you do? Tom and Bill are the bosses at hand, not me. Sorry, lad.” He told me, patting my shoulder.

"Yes, but you're our management as well." I complained.

Paul gave me a look saying 'Drop it'.

I sighed, and reluctantly stood up.

“We’re stopping by the other boys’ flats?” I asked.

“I told them to be ready. The sooner we get to Doncaster, the better.” He answered.

I nodded and walked to the door, Paul following me. Before closing the door I looked around.

“Something tells me the next time I step foot in this apartment, I’ll have changed. In some way. I have no idea. Like...something in my life will have changed.” I said slowly.

“Harry, I never know what you’re talking about, just lock the door and get to the truck.” Paul said leaving down the hall.

Maybe he’s right.

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*HONK HONK*

“ZAYN, LET’S GO!” Louis called out the window.

“HOLD ON, WILL YA!” he shouted out his front door.

Zayn came back outside holding a personal carry-on bag. As he was walking to the truck, Perrie opened the door and Zayn turned around. She looked a little messier than usual, probably because it’s 11 in the morning.

“ZAYN! Wait!” she called.

She ran to him, and jumped on him.

“Babe, I’ll only be gone a month.” Zayn comforted her.

“So? That’s is the longest we’ve been apart. I’m gonna miss you. SO much!” she cried.

“I love you, Perrie.” He kissed her forehead.

“I love you, too.” She said.

They kissed and then Zayn entered the truck.

“So, what’s in the bag?” Niall asked.

“A few gels and other products.” He replied.

We were silent then burst out in laughter.

“That’s what took you so long?” Liam asked.

“No uh- I was just um- Perrie and I like-” he babbled.

It didn’t take long to process.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS ZAYN?!” I cackled.

We started laughing again. Zayn just sighed.

“Can we just go?” he whined.

“Zayn got some!” I teased, ruffling up his already messy sex hair.

“Zaynie got lucky!” Louis joined in.

“Knock it off!” Zayn shouted to his tormenting mates.

“Alright, ALRIGHT! Boys, buckle up.” Paul laughed, “Doncaster, we’re on our way.”

I sighed again. Yippee...

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“HOME SWEET HOME!” Louis called landing on Doncaster grounds.

“Home is the Owston Hall Hotel?” Zayn asked.

“No!” Lou retaliated. “Home is Doncaster South Yorkshire England! I’m so glad to be back.” He corrected.

Zayn just ruffled up Louis’ hair and put him in a headlock. They play fought for a bit.

“Harry, you’ve been awfully quiet since the meeting with management.” Liam pointed out.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Niall asked.

I didn’t want to tell them that I was having second thoughts of all of this because I’d be afraid of homesickness, and that I wasn’t ready to leave London. Now we’re in Doncaster, in such short notice, I didn’t get time to process the fact that we’re famous and getting ready for our first tour. I mean we celebrated our successful album release for about 3 hours, then BOOM! Shipped off to Doncaster. And I’ll admit it, I’m terrified. What if something happens on tour or even on this “vacation”? I hate management. Then again, this IS Louis’ home, and I haven’t given it a chance. Should I? I think so. I just don’t want to be a stick in the mud anymore.

“It’s erm- nothing.” I smiled.

“Alright, well boys this place is very nice. It’s a country home, away from the city. They have a spa, Zayn.” Paul said to Zayn. He lit up. “An indoor pool, Liam.” Liam said ‘yes!’ “A bar and lounge, for Niall. Oh, and Harry, they have a golf course.” Paul explained the amenities to us. “See you guys in a month. Oh and there will be a car here for your emergency use ONLY. No going out to clubs or on a bender EVERYNIGHT, Harry!” he scolded me.

“Gotcha.” I smirked.

He rolled his eyes.

“I better not see on the front page of some magazine ‘Harry Styles seen with dishy actress from last night walking out of a pub’. I swear, Harry, if you get any actress pregnant I will-”

“PAUL! I’m not going to get an actress pregnant!” I retaliated. “Now a singer is different. THOSE girls can party ALL night.” I smirked.

“YOU LITTLE!-” Paul began chasing me around the truck.

“KIDDING!” I called back. “KIDDING! PAUL, I’M JOKING!”

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LOL! A little humor in that one! But anyway:

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