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Chapter 4:
Harrys' POV:
I was standing by the sink, looking in the mirror. All I could see was a curly headed man with the widest smile ever. After washing my hands, I pulled my phone up. As I thought "one message from Boo Bear" showing on my display. I opened the text, I bit my lip so hard so I wouldn't been standing there laughing my ass off. "Wow, that was fast curly, and a nice one too. Feeling lucky tonight? Wearing you green boxers and all! xx" I got out of the bathroom looking for the other boys. Niall and Louis were still on the dance floor. Louis I saw from time to time, occasionally snogging some blond girl. I smiled as I got an eye of Liam and Zayn by the bar, I was making the sign to Zayn, so he knew I was leaving. As I waited for the cab outside, I got a clap at my back. I didn't need to turn around for knowing who that was. He grinned at me. That actually scares me sometimes. As we sat down in the cab, telling the driver where we were going, Louis looked at me. He wanted details, of course he wanted details, we always share everything. I winked at him, just to be a little mischievous. I replied to his kind of irritated face by saying "We take it at the hotel room dear". I looked at the cab driver, he'd probably thought we were gay.
I ran into our master bed, Louis not far behind. As the girls we are inside, I told him everything. He was a great listener. I told him how great it was just doing something impulsive and how it felt so good to be back. Yeah you're right, Harry the womanizer was back.
Louis POV:
I was lying in the huge bed that I shared with Harry. It was almost four in the middle of the night. I looked to my side and saw Harrys face, all tucked in, in his hair. He was so calm, and looked so peaceful, I was so happy for him, these last years had been really tuff on both of us. He had to understand that life goes on, that is what I've told my self the last couple of years. For about an hour ago Niall, Zayn and Liam came trembling through the door, making all these sound, causing harry a very funny face, if I could say it my self. I went up out of bed, and into the bathroom. I didn't mind locking the door to the bathroom, everyone was asleep now anyway. I wasn't going too disturbed, I thought. As I just let the water slide down my face, I heard a knock on the door. I was ripped out of my thoughts, and I just looked at the door, and by the door, Harry was standing. I looked at him quite surprised to be honest, he slept so peaceful when I left him. "Thank you" he looked at the floor, so he wouldn't stare. I was after all standing in the shower. "For what?" I asked a bit surprised. "To not have given up our friendship these years, I have been a douche". "Nah, no problem curly" I replied. He met my eyes and walked out of the bathroom again. Leaving me with my own thoughts.
I felt the warm around my body, slowly disappear, as I woke up by getting my covers dragged of by the boys. I laughed, I was wearing a boxer, compared to Harry. They came up in my bed and started jumping and screaming. We then wanted to do something exciting and spontaneous. So all five was wearing only boxers. We walked out on our balcony, the girl crowd started screaming like crazy and we saw hundreds of flashing went off. We just smiled, after a minute or so we walked back in. We started high-fiving each other, and laughing. It was our day off, and as usual I looked forwards to spend some quality time with my four best friends.
Harrys' POV:
Right after returning from the balcony, the boys went to put on some clothes. It was soon noon, and all of us were starving. Unbelievable Niall was still alive. I was still sitting in my boxers on my way to the room for a change, when someone was knocking on our door. Without thinking about it I opened the door. It was a girl standing there, blond, blue eyes. Pretty, indeed. She got a bit speechless, if it was my outfit or who I was I don't know. You saw her pulling herself together, standing there in her onesie, make-up all over her face, she'd probably just woke up. "Can you please make those girls outside your room stop screaming?" I now I get it, they were our floor mates. Behind me I heard Niall shout "who is talking Irish? Don't do that I miss home to much". Oh she was Irish as well, not bad, not bad at all. "I'm she yelled back at Niall" woah, guts too. Niall came to the door and just started to smile, he then turned on his irishness and had a conversation with the girl. I just pulled my self back together, and went to put some clothes on. "Did you just see that girl?" I asked Louis, still having her face planted in my head. "no, which girl?" He looked at me with a weird expression on his face, like he actually didn't know which girl I was referring too. "The one Niall is talking too". Louis put out his head, out of our room, looking towards the door. "Well she is a beauty," he agreed.