Run (One Direction) [Watty Awards 2012]

Chapter Thirty-Two

 Louis

“Time to get up.”

“In the morning!”

“Niall, shh. The song starts quietly.”

“Got McDonald's breakfast for you!”

“No we don't.”

“Shh!”

“WE DROVE TWO MILES TO GET IT!”

“Next time, we're rehearsing first.”

“So you better get up and eat it!”

“Shut up!” Harry roars.

I finally force my eyes open.

Niall, Liam, and Zayn are standing in the doorway of the hotel room, grinning.

Harry's lying next to me in bed, completely naked, with a pillow over his head.

The covers are nowhere to be found.

“Harry, my girlfriend's two rooms over” I say.

He sits up quickly, sending the pillow flying across the room.

“Sorry” he says, reaching down and grabbing a pair of boxers from the floor next to the bed.

“We're leaving in five minutes” Niall says offhandedly.

“No” I moan. “Why?”

I sit up slowly.

Harry starts fumbling with his boxers, attempting to pull them on and ending up on his arse on the floor instead.

“We've been trying to get you up for twenty minutes” Niall continues. “But you didn't start listening till we brought up breakfast. Which I totally agree with-”

“Where's Callin?” I ask, standing and making my way over to my suitcase. “And do I have to change?”

“Just put on a shirt before we hit Nando's” Niall says. “They don't let you in if you don't have one.”

“And you know that how?” Liam asks.

“Long story” Niall mumbles.

I pull on a shirt.

“Oh, and Callin's ready and waiting” Zayn adds. “You two are the last ones.”