GONE

Japan

Japan

Avalons POV

After the plane landed we all sluggishly made our way to the hotel. We had all fallen asleep on the plane, and when we arrived in Japan it was 4am, so we all found our ways to our room and I'm not sure the boys made it much farther. I stumbled into the room and almost set my bag on the bed. I take a quick survey of the room making a few adjustments to make the room feel safer for me. Then I make my way over to the bed kick off my shoes climbe in, and as soon as my head hits the pillow I'm out.

*knock*
*knock*
*knock*
*knock*
*knock*
*knock*

"Ugggg." I grown into my pillow. throwing the blanks off me and I walk over to the door opening it up.

"GET YOUR BUT READY! WE'RE GOING SHOPPING!!!" Louis screams at me before I shut the door in his face. "We leave in 20!" he says through the door. I roll my eyes hopping into the shower quickly showering, then changing into the spare pare of clothes in my bag.

*knock*
*knock*
*knock*

"Avalon? Are you ready?" Harry's voice asks through the door. I throw my bag over my shoulder and open the door. Harry looks at me before beaconing me over to the group. I go over to them and we make our way down to the car.

Arriving at the mall I'm shocked at amount of people walking through. Zayn and Niall head straight for the food court, Liam went off on a unknown errand, then Harry and Louis refuse to let me go shopping alone. As Louis put it...

"I'm here for fashion, and Harry here for the show!"

I don't really know what he means but that, but it did earn Louis a death glare from Harry.

"What do you think of this?" Louis asks holding up a shirt with no bottom and was completely sheer.

"I'm pretty sure that doesn't classify as a shirt." I say flicking through my rack.

"oh come on! It's fashion!" Louis says bring it to over to me.

"it's call you would see bra." I say pulling out a simple tshirt.

"Ua it's called a bralet!" he counters

"No!" I say pulling a pare of pants of the rack and start heading to the dressing room Louis in toe still holding the non shirt. Harry is standing by the changing rooms texting on his phone.

"Harry, tell her she needs to try this on!" Louis complains. Harry looks up to us and turns to Louis.

"Lou, she doesn't want to." he says opening the door for me to get changed. I change into the clothes take a look in the mirror decide that it's okay and change back. Walking out of the changing room both the boys look at me.

"Where are the clothes?!" Lou asks looking shocked

"here" I say holding them up. His jaw drops.

"And we didn't get to see!" he says trying to sew his mouth back up.

"Why do you need to see they fit, that's all I care about." I say walking past him and go back to looking to a few other things.

"Because! I want to see them! You'll be standing next to me the next few week and you must look FABULOUS!!" Louis says over dramatically.

"Louis, Harry doesn't seem to care, so why do you." I say pulling a few more pieces of clothing in the same sizes as the ones I tried on.

"Well that because he thinks you look great in everything." Louis says rolling his eyes as if he stated something obvious. I blush looking down into the rack.