In Harry's Field

Chapter 4-Failed to Send







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I woke up to a loud noise-a bang of some sorts. I couldn't tell where it had come from but all the lights were off in here in the tour bus.




After my pathetic cry session, I'd gone and dragged myself to the tour bus, knowing we'd be leaving for the next show sometime soon. I'd collapsed onto my bunk, too exhausted to change out of my clothes or even move from my face-down position. I'd barely had the energy to close the curtain behind me.




I heard the noise again-this time with some distinctive voices mixed in. It was probably the boys coming back from a nightclub in the city. Normally I'm always one of the ones that wants to go dancing because, honestly, I'm so bad at dancing that I make people laugh and want to dance with me. It's always nice to have a drink and unwind like that after a concert when the energy is still high.




I even liked hearing other countries' dance music-it was different and catchy and best of all, fresh.




The noises got louder as the voice became closer. I could even hear Niall's distinctive laughter through the thick metal walls. Yeah, they must be pretty knackered from tonight, wherever they had gone.




I sighed, throwing the covers off of my warm body and opened the curtains that sealed me in from the rest of the bus. I padded into the living area with a fake smile plastered on my face.




Moments later the boys entered the bus, followed by Paul and another burly security guard. I locked eyes with Paul long enough to give him a weak smile, which he returned. I felt a smidge better now that I had an hour or two of sleep.




Just a smidge, though.




The raw pain had lessened by about a notch. If that, but still. It was progress, I guess.




Regardless, I was surprised when the boys came and joined me in the living area. Louis and Liam sat next to me on either side while Niall and Zayn plopped into the one that was facing us.




This was odd but nice. I closely inspected their faces to see how drunk they were, but I didn't see any signs that they'd been drinking. Not much at least.




In fact, as soon as they spoke, I was acutely aware that they were stone-cold sober.




"So Harry," Louis began conversationally.




I shifted my gaze over to him, looking at him expectantly. When he didn't continue, I frowned. "Yeah?"




"Look," Liam said, with a swift glance at a now mute Louis. "We heard that you're not in good shape and wanted to make sure you were okay."




I frowned again. What? Had Paul told them about this, about how I was earlier in the dressing room? He'd said he was looking for Niall and Louis when he'd come in, but I don't remember seeing him after our chat. Had he found Louis and Niall and told Zayn and Liam while I was sleeping? That didn't exactly seem like Paul, I thought. It wasn't particularly nice of him if he did that, either.