Paul pulled the van into the drive of the hotel. It didn't take long to get back from MSG, their rout was fairly short. Harry had stopped crying, and was browing through his phone. He had always like to fool around on the internet, watching funny videos of him and the lads from the X Factor days. It somehow always made him feel.. at ease.
The feeling of happiness was soon corrupted as Harry opened the YouTube application on his phone. It was just horrible. On the popular page was a video reading
"HARRY STYLES OF ONE DIRECTION SCREAMS AT DEDICATED FANS"
Just at the sight of it Harry winced. 2 million views already. He quickly shut off his phone as the van came to a hault.
Harry put his face up to the dark tinted windows. No fans. Management clearly did a great job of hiding the boys' location this time. Their entrance to the city was much more subtle this time around than a big red bus that said their name on it. Instant giveaway you could call it. He pulled his head back from the glass.
Harry reached out for the handle, and pulled. Light from the outside came pouring in. He hadn't realized how bright it really was outside, it was quite a lovely day.. well for the most part. When Harry stepped, one foot after the other out of the van, he saw something all too familiar. Guards.
Harry didn't really like guards, but at the same time he did. He didn't really like the fact of having to be protected 24/7 but he did feel a lot safer around them. At least he didn't have to worry about a crazed fangirl or something.
He walked up the pathway to the door of the hotel, Paul following behind. He opened up the glass doors expecting to see something extraordinary, magnificent, phenominal. But it was the same. The same luggage carriers, the same elevators, even the receptionist at the front desk looked the same to Harry. Just another day at a 5 star hotel, where Harry was treated like something other than a human being.
"May I take your luggage sir?" It was a man. He was to happy, it almost made Harry want to punch him, since Harry was already having a bad day. But he knew how to keep his cool.
"No thanks, its already up in my room" he said with the most real-fake smile he could create. "Thanks though"
The man just sort of grinned. He made a face that sort of said 'Gee thanks buddy, I was fishing for a tip'. Harry walked slowly over to the elevators, adjusting his beanie atop his brown curls. He stretched his arm out and pressed the button. The wait for the elevator seemed like hours, when in reality it was only 47 seconds. It dinged, opened, and Harry walked inside.
He couldn't help but grin when he got inside. Instead of playing cheesy elevator music he heard
"You're insecure-Don't know what for-You're turnin heads when you walk through the do-o-or"
He laughed a little, still smiling like a freak. He still couldn't believe he made it this far. His thoughts came to a pause when the doors opened. He had reached his floor. And the first thing he saw was a little irish man by the name of Niall Horan shuffling around in the hallway.
He was walking around like a wierdo when he turned around, surprised.
"Yoo Harry!" He came somewhat jogging down the hallway towards Harry. Harry couldn't help but grin. "How've you been?" Niall asked, hugging Harry, smiling. He had such an adorable smile.
"I've been better..." Harry said then paused. It was sort of an awkward silence. "Anyway bro, how have you been! I missed you man! Are you seeing anyone?"
Niall sort of looked at Harry as if he wanted to tell him something he couldn't. "Umm.. No actually haha" Niall knew he was lying. Not only to himself, but Harry. "I'm waiting for my princess" Niall grinned showing his braces. Harry knew something was up, but he didn't bother questioning him.
"Glad to see you bro" Harry broke the tension. "Lets hang out later! What's your room number?"
"316" Niall quckly came back with that response.
"Wow really?" Harry grinned "I'm right across the hall, room 317!" Harry had the biggest grin on his face, trying to hide the pain of what happened earlier today.
"Great! Lets hang later!" Niall laughed. "By the way Liam's here too, I'll tell him to go over to your room after we're done"
Harry stared puzzled. Done? Done with what? Niall realized what he had said, and quickly came back with "Talk soon!" and he was off down the hallway. Sometimes Harry didn't know what went on inside that boys head.
Niall came racing down the hall and came to a hault at his room. '316' marked clearly on the door. He pulled out the card key, swiped it, and barged in.
"Liam put your clothes on Harry's here!" Niall yelled to Liam who was sitting on the couch, in a bath towel tweeting fans. He slowly looked up at Niall, tilted his head and asked "What?"
"HARRY IS HERE HE'S RIGHT ACROSS THE HALL!"
Niall had never seen Liam move so fast. He jumped up and ran to Niall's bed room where he had his suitcase. He opened it up and pulled out his clothes and quickly put them on. He came running out of the room, and slid across the floors.
"How do I look?" He said walking towards Niall.
"Like a bloody train wreck" Niall giggled, as Liam got closer.
"Wow thanks for the positive input." Liam was so close that Niall could smell his breath. It smelled like.. peppermint? Liam was chewing a piece of gum.
"Can I have a piece?" seemed like the only appropriate thing for Niall to say, with Liam so close to him.
"Sure. Here" Liam leaned in and placed his lips on Niall's. Niall's eyes widened and he pushed Liam back away from him with his hands breaking the kiss. Awkwardness filled the room. Sure enough Niall moved his tongue around in his moth and found that Liam had transferred his gum into his mouth.
"Uh-uh-uh" Was all Niall could get out. What just happened?
Liam shut his eyes tight, as if about to cry and ran past Niall and out of the room. Harry was across the hall, unlocking his door, when he saw Liam run by him, in tears. Harry's eyes followed Liam all the way down the corridor until he was out of sight. Harry was so confused.
Niall just stood there, in the middle of his room, playing around with the piece of gum in his mouth, with his tongue. All he could think was how much he liked the taste of peppermint.