Eloise's POV

We stumbled up Harry's hotel room and Joe knocked on the door. The Irish boy opened it: Niall.
"Well hello there! I'm Niall, guessing you're the famous Eloise?" he asked, pulling me into a loose hug. "Who are your friends?" he flashed a genuine smile at them all. Suddenly, Harry, Liam, Louis and Zayn accompanied Niall at the door. Harry winked at me.
"I'm Joe, this is Zoe and Alfie," Joe introduced. "We're quite big fans, it's awesome that you'really letting us hang out with you."
"Nice to meet you and really? Thank you! Ah please, the pleasure is ours!" Niall beamed.
"It's good to meet you." Louis grinned.
"Yeah, I'm Liam." he introduced, shaking everyone's hand. What was it with One Direction members and introducing themself? They must know the don't need to! Zayn just waved hesitantly and Harry gave everyone a hug.
"Let's go!" Harry said.
"Go where?" I asked, puzzled. "I thought we were staying here?"
"Well, we could stay here if you want...but there's a much cooler room downstairs, it's pretty much an..." Harry started.
"ultimate heaven for kids." Louis finished.
"Sounds wicked." Alfie replied.
"All day?" Joe questioned shocked.
"All day, all night." Niall smirked.
"Okay I'm excited...slightly scared, but excited." I replied. Everyone laughed.

They lead us down to this massive room round the back of the hotel. It was absolutely amazing, I can barely put it into words how incredible it was. There was a really big, glass fridge in the corner of the left hand side of the room, with about 300 alcoholic drinks in it and about 100 soft drinks. There was a football or 'soccer' table, a table tennis table and a air hockey table. In the middle of the front wall was a 60inch plasma, accompanied by a Sky Box, Sky Plus Box, Virgin Media, Apple Box, Nintendo Wii, a ps4 and an Xbox with one underneath. Besides the consoles were hundreds of games and my eyes widened. Additionally, it contained a couple of vending machines and about ten old-fashioned arcade games including: Pac man, Ms Pac man and Space Invaders. But the best thing was the sofa, placed bang in the middle of the room. It was a huge, rounded, black, leather couch with inclined chairs built in. I straightaway ran over and flung my body onto it.
"I am NEVER leaving this room." I shouted.
"I can't even take it in." Joe whispered, clearly stunned to the max.
"I'm home!" Alfie beamed. Zoe still looked star struck by the boys, never mind everyone's dream chamber.
"She's my baby." Harry laughed.
"I saw her first!" Louis playfully competed.
"Well, the receptionist told me, so..." Niall joined in.
"Idiots." Liam chuckled.
"So, what first?" I questioned.
"FIFA tournament?" Niall offered.
"Let's do it." I answered.

I was on a team with Harry and Joe as England (how patriotic), and we played against Niall, Alfie and Louis who were France (I have no idea why). I started off playing awfully because I didn't know the controls or even the rules of football.
"Eloise! Don't pass, don't shoot, it's offside!" Harry kept shouting at me, although he was laughing to himself. The game had finished and we lost 3-2. I was determined to get revenge, but winners stay on. Next up was Zoe, Zayn and Liam as Germany, against Niall, Alfie and Louis who were sticking as France.
"Bring it on, motherfuckers." Louis said.

While they were playing their FIFA match, we decided to play some ping pong. It was Joe and I VS Harry.
"Okay, so you two have to play alternatives. Alright?" Harry confirmed.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's play." I said.
Harry served first. He played it to Joe who put spin in it, curving the ball in a weird direction when it bounced. Harry had blatantly played a lot of times before though, because he smashed it back at me and it hit me right in the eye.
"Fuck." I mumbled, clinging onto my eye.
"Oh, shit. Sorry Eloise. Are you okay?" Harry panicked, running over and carefully pulling my hand away. "Let me see." My eye began streaming and it literally looked like I was crying from one eye. "I'm so sorry, beautiful." he pouted.
"That's okay." I smiled. How could I not when he called me beautiful? My cheeks began to blush and I covered them up.
"Let's go to the bathroom and wash your face." Harry said. I forgot that I probably had make up running down it.

We stepped into the bathroom. It had six mirrors and cubicles, but somehow still looked modern and pretty. It smelt subtly of lavender, and all the surfaces were marble, just like how the reception was. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and burst into a fit of giggles.
"What's so funny?" Harry asked, his mouth was urging into a smile.
"My face! Look at that black stream, how attractive?" he rolled his eyes and ran the tap. He placed his hand under the warm water and then began wiping at my face. We were very close to one another and I could smell his strawberry cologne. It was a relaxing smell, and yet it was almost as gorgeous as him. Almost.
"All done." he smiled.
"Thank you, Harold." I grinned.
"Harold?"
"Yep." I popped the 'p'.
"I hate that name!" he whined.
"Isn't that your real name?"
"Well, yeah. But..."
"It's better than mine." I grabbed his hands.
"And what's yours?"
"Ellouisa." I huffed.
"That's a beautiful name. Suits you." he smiled, showing his perfect, white teeth.
"Well, Harold suits you."
"If you call me Harold, I get to call you Ellouisa. Deal?" he offered.
"Deal," I repeated, shaking his hand. "but only you, okay?"
"I'm special?" he winked.
"You're perfect." I kissed him on his warm lips, and pulled on his hand to return to the room.

After an amazing day, it reached the night. The stars were out, the moon was shining and the alcoholic drinks were at the ready.
"Time to get wasted!" Louis shouted. We'd all gotten to know each other really well over the day, and everyone had become really good friends. Well, apart from Zayn and I. He was kinda blanking me out every time I tried to talk to him.

"Where's Zayn?" I asked Harold as we cuddled on the sofa. I was a bit tipsy, but I wasn't too bad.
"I don't know," he shrugged. "I think he went to the bathroom."
i wobbled over to the bathroom and heard Zayn throwing up.
"You alright, Zayn?"
"Do I sound alright to you?" he yelled bitterly.
"I guess not but I just wanted to check on you."
"Fuck off." he mumbled, before vomiting again.
"I'm staying until I know you're okay." I answered, sliding down until I was sat on the floor.

Zayn came out around fifteen minutes later, although he'd stopped being sick about twelve minutes before.
"Why are you still here? I'm fine." he rolled his eyes before walking over to the sink and washing his face. He washed his mouth out with some water and then dryed himself with a towel.
"You can't drink your problems away, Zayn." I admitted to him.
"I wasn't. I just drank too much, too quickly. I haven't got any problems." he tried to defend.
"For a start, I know you have a problem with me." I stated.
"You're none of my business." he replied bluntly.
"Zayn. You scowl at me, you ignore me and you make me feel cold. Just tell me what I've done to you and I'll make it right." I explained.
"It's not what you've done to me." he sighed deeply.
"Well, what do you mean?"
"You just remind me of someone, okay?" he snapped. He began to walk out of the toilet but I grabbed his shoulder.
"Who do I remind you of?" I asked, desperately trying to get him to give me some answers.
"This person from my past. It's a painful past," he covered his face with hands and sniffed. "I'm sorry for treating you like shit, Eloise. It's just so hard to see you, to see her everyday."
"What did she do to you?" I shot him a sympathetic look to tell him I was there, that I was listening, and that I cared about him. He explained everything. Hollie, his supposed daughter and the guy she cheated on him with. He told me that seeing me with Harry was like seeing Hollie with the girls baby daddy. It was awful.
"Oh god, Zayn. I'm so, so, sorry. I had no idea," I grabbed his hands. "Don't worry. I'm not her. I never will be her, and I'll always be here for you. I know we're not really that close, but if you ever want to talk it out I'll be here. Always." I reassured him, a tear escaped his eye.
"Thanks, Eloise. But that's okay, I'm fine on my own."
"No one should ever be alone. Is there anything I can do?"
"You can't really change your appearance." he laughed, wiping his cheek.
"Well that's not necessarily true." I winked.
"Oh no, please don't do anything. I'm fine. Don't get plastic surgery, I'm begging you." he panicked.
"What?" I burst into a fit of giggles. "That's not what I meant. I was thinking: dye my hair, change my make up sort of thing!"
"Oh." he laughed with me.

We spent half an hour just getting to know each other and giggling after that. Casually sat on the bathroom floor. It was surprisingly clean so I wasn't complaining.

After that, we returned to the rest of the gang and played all sorts of childish games. It was hilarious because we were all pretty drunk. We played Cluedo, Operation, Scrabble (which, by the way, is extremely difficult when you are intoxicated), Snap, Wink wink murder, piggy in the middle (with a ping pong ball), karaoke and monopoly. We had to stop playing when Niall had a strip because he lost all of his money . We ended the night passed out/asleep all over the floor and the sofa.

Time well spent.

Notes

Okay, so I hope this is a little more exciting than the last chapter! It would have been longer but I didn't realise how late it was. I've been caught up in stuff. I could lie to you guys and tell you I was busy because of homework, whereas actually I've been addicted to Netflix. SORRY-those romcoms just get me.
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