The amount of tweets coming out of Niall are the best things ever. I like when they have down time at home. Also, we made samosas and chocolate cake to celebrate Zayn's 21st birthday yesterday as well as the Golden Globes. The night was perfect. If you haven't had samosas, I HIGHLY recommend it. Anyways, Enjoy!
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Lou is a darling and luckily she had a nice shirt dress I could wear and a fancy looking necklace that all went lovely with my boots and leggings from the day before. She even did my hair and make up for me while the boys devised a plan in the main lobby of the bus.
"So, Harry seems to be rather smitten with you." She says over my head, looking at my reflection in the mirror while she touches up my hair for me. I blush and look down into my lap.
"I don't know. I guess, maybe? I don't get it, but I'm not complaining either." I grin picking at the lint on my leggings. Lou spins the chair I'm in and does a once over of my face, swiping at some eye shadow that's fallen against my cheek.
"Oh, I do know. He wouldn't go through so much trouble for just anyone. He can be a selfish little git when he wants to be." She smiles and blows on my face to get the excess dust off. She steps back and nods, apparently satisfied with her work.
"You really should hold yourself in higher regards. That boy is lucky as hell that you've given him the time of day. He's a total wanker." She laughs, shaking her head. "Don't get me wrong, I'd protect the bloke with my life, but he's an idiot."
"Alright, sweet hear—woaahh ho ho!" Harry pokes his head in through the door and he's staring at me with the most curious expression on his face.
"Ya like?" Lou asks spinning me in my chair and showing off her work.
Harry grins and walks over and wraps his arms around her, planting a fat kiss on her cheek. She shoves him off and slaps his arm, wiping the kiss from her face. It doesn't seem to faze him at all.
"You're brilliant, Lou. You never disappoint." He grabs me by the hand and pulls me up spinning me in a slow circle like we're dancing. I can't help but smile. I feel beautiful and upon looking at myself in the mirror, I wish so badly that she could dress me up and pamper me like this every day. I could never accomplish this on my own!
"So, we've got a plan." Harry says deviously. I thank Lou as Harry drags me from the back lounge, down the hall and back into the front living area.
I notice he's spinning the segway key around his index finger and I wonder what they could be up to.
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As we clear the hall and near the entrance to the bus, I see Niall bent over a box of trinkets. He spins around as we approach and I stop short, bursting out laughing at the coke bottle glasses with the fake moustache attached to them that he's sporting. He wags his eye brows and pretends to twirl one end of the moustache between his fingers as he speaks.
"Now, look here, shonny! Ya gone and meshed with the wrong man, ya sheee." Niall starts to jab Harry in the chest with his index finger, yelling like an angry New York business man from the 40's. Harry laughs and slaps Niall's finger away.
"Impressive, but a bit too obvious, I believe." He says as Niall frowns and tosses the disguise back in his box.
"I haven't got much that isn't." he says sadly. "If we'd had more time, Lou could have helped me out with the aesthetics. She's done wonders helping us interact with fans without them ever suspecting who we were. She's amazin'!"
As he continues to dig through the box, Harry joins him, pulling out random things to try on and use as props for what ever plan they're trying to concoct. They'd better hurry; I only have 20 minutes before I have to be at work! I'm starting to pace along behind the boys, worrying myself to death when the sound of foot steps shuffling along the floor catches my attention and I turn to see Liam standing in the entry way from the bunk hall to the front lounge. His eyes are open but he's staring past us toward the door, sort of swaying back and forth unsteadily on his feet.
"Mornin' Liam." I say cautiously, but he doesn't respond. I approach him slowly. "You okay?" I ask.
"Yeah. He wouldn't let me keep the turtles." He mumbles.
Excuse me?
"Who wouldn't… wait… what?" I ask, extremely confused.
"Yeah. I have to go find them. He took them to give them to the fat bloaks in the big building. They haven't any pants on." He says very matter of fact and I hear Niall start to laugh, but Harry slaps a hand over his mouth and shushes him.
"SHUSH NIALL!" he whispers urgently. "This is perfect! Open the curtain and don't wake him up!"
Harry walks over to me and takes my hand.
"What the heck is going on?" I whisper as Liam begins to hobble further into the room, still jabbering nonsense.
"I'll give him cornrows if he'll let me have Spaghetti. I named the one turtle spaghetti. He's Italian."
Niall has curled up on the bus seat beside the curtain and has his face buried in a pillow so his laughter doesn't wake Liam up.
"Liam has a bit of a problem with sleepwalking." Harry smiles, amused. "We normally lock up the front of the bus so he can't escape. He once got so upset about not being able to get the door open that he crawled into bed with Louis and started beating him over the head with his own pillow. It was hilarious. Louis was basically trapped between Liam's giant, sleeping body and the wall of the bus so there was legitimately nothing he could do." Harry starts to laugh and I'm trying not to wake Liam as I start giggling, too. Poor Louis.
"This is Liam in rare form though, I admit. He normally doesn't behave like this so late in the morning. It's usually when he's overly exhausted or he's sick. Must be your lucky day!" he smiles down at me as Liam scoots over to Niall and starts pinching his toes, causing Niall to scream-laugh and kick his feet away.
"Careful!" Harry scolds, holding the curtain open and letting Liam's sleeping body shuffle to the door.
"This is gonna be good." He grins as Liam exits the bus and Niall and Harry put their heads together to figure out what to tell Doug once he notices Liam sleep walking.
I'm watching Liam stagger around the outside of the bus and then I squeal and turn away from the windshield as he drops his pants and starts to pee on the bus tire.
Harry turns toward me from his conversation with Niall and quirks an eyebrow. My hands are over my mouth and my cheeks are pink and I'm trying to keep myself from snort laughing.
"What's wrong?" harry asks, starting toward me. He looks over the top of my head before I can answer and starts laughing so hard he can hardly talk.
"What?!" Niall asks, rushing to the window so he can see too.
"HA! GET ON WITH IT, LIAM!" He cheers, starting a slow clap as Liam finishes his business and pulls his pajama bottoms back up.
"HEY!" I hear Doug shout from outside of the bus and I cower away from the windshield. Harry squeezes my hand and runs the back of his fingers down the side of my face as I try to pull back and get as far from the window as I can.
"It's okay, love. It's okay." Harry soothes, taking my chin in his hand and then leaning down and kissing me firmly on the mouth. I don't know how I'll ever get used to this. Ever. I release a shaky breath once his mouth leaves mine and I squeeze his wrist and offer him a thankful, dreamy smile.
I hear Niall clear his throat and Harry and I both giggle when we look over to see the long curly wig he's sporting and the bushy false eyebrows and beard. He throws a leather jacket on over his tank top and snatches the keys to the segway from Harry.
"Follow me, Herald." He grins as he dashes out the side door and toward the parked segway. Harry kisses my forehead, breathing in the smell of my hair and offers me a smile and a wink before following Niall out the door.
My heroes.
I'm pacing back and forth across the living room when my phone goes off. It's a text from Harry.
Your Hero, Harry Edward: Keep watch from the side window and when Niall takes off on the segway round the back of the bus, sneak out the door and hurry up the ramp. We'll keep Doug occupied trying to get Liam back on the bus.
I take a deep breath and tuck my knees underneath me on the couch as I peer out the window. Niall is swinging a baton and pacing around a very flustered looking Doug. Liam is staggering around toward the front of the bus now and Harry is keeping a watchful eye on him.
I see Niall jump on the segway and motion for Doug and Harry to follow them quietly and I dash for the door. I pull the door open just enough to peek through and once Doug is out of sight, I pull off my shoes and make a run for it.
"Ya gotta be careful now! Can't wake a sleep walker." I hear Niall say. "Harry, you and Doug stay here behind the bus. If Liam ends up on your side, herd him back this way. I'm gonna try to corner him from this side."
I seriously owe these two my life.
As I near the top of the ramp, skittering on my bare tip toes, I feel a laugh building in my chest. I'm going to look back on all of the craziness of the past twenty four hours of my life and never be able to forget it. It's going to make for some of the sweetest and most hilarious stories of my life.
Reaching for the door handle into the venue I jump when I hear Doug yell, "HEY!" I scurry inside and spin around to look out of the window hoping upon hope he wasn't yelling at me. But I am now in hysterics because Liam has his hands in Doug's pockets and Harry and Doug are both trying to gently remove them without waking him up. Niall is circling them on the segway swinging his baton over his head and his beard is starting to slip down.
I can't watch anymore.
So, I dash down the hallway toward the dressing room and tackle my project for the day head on with the biggest, goofiest grin plastered on my face all morning.
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This was the last of what I have written so far. I should have another full chapter finished though within the next few days. Thanks for reading!
