I opened the door only to come face to face with Tom. He was looking over my shoulder anxiously, his eyes darting around our room. I took a step in the door way to block his view and looked at him in mild annoyance. "What do you want?"
"I need your help." He said, now looking up and down the hallway.
I sighed and looked into our room, Danny's hair was visible from behind the wall; he was clearly eavesdropping. "No offence Tom but I'm a little busy."
"Doing what?"
'Attempting to do Danny'. "Eh, nothing." I mentally slapped my dirty mind. "What's wrong?"
"Harry's gone missing. He said he was going to get some ice and he hasn't been back since. Can you help me look?"
I looked back in the room to see Danny now standing in the hallway, putting his shoes on. So much for our talk. "Yeah, we'll help."
We decided to split up and meet back at mine and Danny's room in half an hour. It amazed me that we had been a band for a year and yet I knew nothing about Harry. I hadn't the foggiest idea where he could be or who he could be with, if it were the case.
I spent my search looking in the most likely of places like the pool and the grounds, hoping he just stepped out for some air but ended up with nothing. I was rounding twenty minutes of 'Operation Find Judd' as Danny codenamed it when he was finally located in the bar, completely drunk out of his mind and trying to chat up some poor female guests.
I walked over and took the stool beside him, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention. "So, this is where you've run off to."
"Dougie!" He yelled, throwing his arm around my shoulder. "I'm so glad you're here! Let me buy you a drink." He said, the smell of the heavy alcohol was thick on his breath. "Bartender!" He yelled, waving over the bar keep.
"No, thanks." I said, smiling apologetically to the man. "Come on, Harry. Let's get you back up to the room."
"Can I take these two lovely ladies with him?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows at the girls.
I sent another apologetic smile to the girls and hoisted Harry off his stool. "No. I think Tom would object to company tonight. Maybe some other time."
"Tom is such a party pooper."
It took me some time to get Harry to the elevator and up to our floor. It was even harder to get him back to his room. The moment I mentioned getting him to bed he turned into a five year old, using his arms and legs to grab onto the walls so I couldn't push him down the hall.
I ended up wrestling him to the ground and dragging him by his feet the remaining way back to his room. I checked my watch; Tom and Danny should be back any minute. I crouched down beside my drunken band mate and dug through his pockets for him hotel key. I didn't want any guests walking down the hall and seeing Harry practically passed out. Fletch would murder us all.
"Harry, come on." I groaned, pulling him to his feet. I slide the keycard through the slot and pushed the door open. Immediately, a burst of freezing cold air hit my face the second I crossed the threshold. Tom must have left the air conditioner on, that or I was just really hot from carrying Harry.
I struggled to keep Harry upright as we stumbled to the nearest bed where he collapsed, pulling me down with him. He giggled from beside me, his hot, sticky breath sweeping over my neck. "Never did I imagine I'd get you in bed so soon." He whispered.
"What did you just say?" I asked, frozen in place on the bed.
He rolled on top of me and looked right into my eyes, licking his lips hungrily. "You are so hot." He said, leaning down.
"Whoa!" I yelled, pushing him off me before jolting off the bed. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!" I shrieked.
He just laid there on his back, pouting at me. "Why don't you want me? It's because I'm not Danny. Why does everyone love Danny?" He asked, looking at me as if I had the answer. "It's the accent, isn't it?"
"Harry, you're drunk. You're not making any sense."
"You're so hot." He said again, this time in his best attempt at Danny's Bolton accent.
"Stop it!" I yelled, fed up with him and his antics. I looked down at my watch, the other two should be waiting. Without another look, I walked away from Harry and made my way to the door but not before Harry's voice stopped me in my tracks.
"He'll never like you the way you want him to." He said, his voice almost giddy with joy as he shared this tidbit of information with me. "He thinks of you as a little brother. Nothing more."
My stomached dropped more and more with every word. "How are you so sure of that?" My heart begging that it was just something his drunken mind made up on the spot but my hopes were shattered when he just looked at me with an excited smirk and said the dreaded words:
"He told me so."
