World Tour
They Don't Know About Us
***Louis Tomlinson***
Wednesday, January 4th, 2012 – Bournemouth, England
The second my lips touched Harry’s, I knew I had made the right decision. It just worked. We laid down in his bed together, after our second hot make out session, and we wrapped our arms around each other’s wastes. It felt so good in his arms, so perfect. Everything just fit, and the two of us fell asleep, holding each other. I was falling too hard too fast, and I knew it. I always jumped head first into things – once I made up my mind, there was no going back.
We woke up on Wednesday to a loud knock on the door. Both of our eyes flew open, and, after exchanging a quick smile, we realized the predicament we were in. But my brain worked quickly, as it often does in these situations, and I hopped out of Harry’s bed, throwing a sheet and pillow on the couch in the room as I walked to answer the door. Sure enough, Liam, Niall, and Zayn were standing on the other side. I smiled broadly at them and stepped aside to let them in.
“We got worried when you didn’t come back after checking on Harry,” Liam explained after we said our good mornings and Harry sat up in the bed.
“Oh, sorry, I left my phone in my room and Harry was still a little upset so I stayed in here with him.” It wasn’t a lie – that was what happened. They nodded, buying it, the sheet and pillow being a good backup to my story. None of them would assume we slept in the same bed – although, that wouldn’t have been a first, we’d all done it. We’d just never made out with each other before…
“How you feeling this morning?” Liam sweetly asked Harry, sitting down on the edge of his bed and patting his leg. Again, that feeling of jealousy shot through my body, but this time, I didn’t mind it. I knew Harry was mine, and I liked having that secret to share with only him.
“Better,” Harry nodded, and he and I exchanged a look of intimacy that only each other would recognize.
“Good, because we’ve got about twenty minutes before the bus leaves,” Zayn said. I ran back to my room, changed out of my pajamas, and put on sweats for the bus ride into Birmingham for our show there that night. The five of us reconvened on the bus, grabbing some fresh muffins and juice that was waiting there for us as Bill began driving, already having filled up with gas. We spent most of the trip going over some of the songs that we thought we hadn’t performed our best the night before, and soon enough we were at the National Indoor Arena, getting ready for sound check.
Wednesday, January 4th, 2012 – Bournemouth, England
The second my lips touched Harry’s, I knew I had made the right decision. It just worked. We laid down in his bed together, after our second hot make out session, and we wrapped our arms around each other’s wastes. It felt so good in his arms, so perfect. Everything just fit, and the two of us fell asleep, holding each other. I was falling too hard too fast, and I knew it. I always jumped head first into things – once I made up my mind, there was no going back.
We woke up on Wednesday to a loud knock on the door. Both of our eyes flew open, and, after exchanging a quick smile, we realized the predicament we were in. But my brain worked quickly, as it often does in these situations, and I hopped out of Harry’s bed, throwing a sheet and pillow on the couch in the room as I walked to answer the door. Sure enough, Liam, Niall, and Zayn were standing on the other side. I smiled broadly at them and stepped aside to let them in.
“We got worried when you didn’t come back after checking on Harry,” Liam explained after we said our good mornings and Harry sat up in the bed.
“Oh, sorry, I left my phone in my room and Harry was still a little upset so I stayed in here with him.” It wasn’t a lie – that was what happened. They nodded, buying it, the sheet and pillow being a good backup to my story. None of them would assume we slept in the same bed – although, that wouldn’t have been a first, we’d all done it. We’d just never made out with each other before…
“How you feeling this morning?” Liam sweetly asked Harry, sitting down on the edge of his bed and patting his leg. Again, that feeling of jealousy shot through my body, but this time, I didn’t mind it. I knew Harry was mine, and I liked having that secret to share with only him.
“Better,” Harry nodded, and he and I exchanged a look of intimacy that only each other would recognize.
“Good, because we’ve got about twenty minutes before the bus leaves,” Zayn said. I ran back to my room, changed out of my pajamas, and put on sweats for the bus ride into Birmingham for our show there that night. The five of us reconvened on the bus, grabbing some fresh muffins and juice that was waiting there for us as Bill began driving, already having filled up with gas. We spent most of the trip going over some of the songs that we thought we hadn’t performed our best the night before, and soon enough we were at the National Indoor Arena, getting ready for sound check.
Notes
Haha, Directioners,Next chapter has some Niall in it yay!
:)
@Sinthiaa
No, it's not hers, it's mine, and I can't get in touch with her or the site admins to get it taken down, grrr haha. Thank you for saying something though :-) *MUAH*
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