Ripped - A One Direction Love Story Chapter Eighty Nine
It was a slow morning. We were up late and it took us all ages to get woken properly, and actually bothered to make a move. We made Zayn go and find Nim to tell her we wouldn't be making a move anytime soon and that she could come and sit with our lazy selves if she wanted to, and he gladly obliged.
I sat on the chair, my legs pulled up underneath me, eyes half open as I stared at the floor. I wrapped my sleeping bag and blanket further around my body and swallowed on my dry, slightly painful throat. My eyes caught on to Harry's a little distance away from me, and our eye contact prolonged for a little while longer than I was comfortable with. I shook my head and snapped my head away, my eyelids still managing to weigh downwards, restricting a lot of my eyesight.
"Do you want a cup of coffee love? You look like you need a boost." A voice spoke at my side, and I raised my head, to find Louis grinning down at me, looking normal and woken up properly.
"I do need a boost. Yeah okay." I mumbled, as I turned my gaze back to the ground, and blinked a few times.
"Alright." He spoke, and disappeared again.
Nim had appeared with Zayn a few moments after, and with my steaming hot coffee in my hand and the caffeine already taking effect on me, I was already slightly more awake than before, and I didn't look as rubbish because I'd already gotten myself ready, as did everyone else.
"Are you sure your brother is okay with you disappearing constantly just to be with us?" Liam asked as I still continued to stare at the floor.
"He's fine. He prefers it anyway." She replied, shrugging.
"He prefers to be on his own, at a festival?" I questioned and Nim shook her head.
"No, he's with a few other people. Forgot to mention that."
"Ah" I replied, nodding my head.
For the majority of the day, we sat around laughing, joking, having general fun. It wasn't until the last few bands of the lineup were playing that we actually left to watch them. We'd be leaving early tomorrow morning, and I felt like I needed to make the most of it. We probably wouldn't have another trip or break like this again, with the boys being on the verge of becoming a massive pop band at the moment.
And that's when I began to think.
Louis was always talking about how he hated long distance relationships when we were friends, because apparently, they 'never worked out.' I always thought that if you loved somebody that much you'd do anything to be with them and if having a long distance relationship and rarely seeing each other personally means that's how you'll have to do it, then you'd do it.
And Louis and the boys were leaving for their tour soon.
I gulped as I began panicking. First with Harry, now with Louis. What if he ignores me? Forget's about me? Leaves me hanging? I don't think I can cope.
What am I saying. Lou would never do that. He's not Harry, despite the fact I don't.. hate him anymore because we don't really talk and I have nothing to say about him right now. There are a few awkward glances tossed around in there and a few times I've caught him staring at me but that means nothing, right? I mean, obviously. He's got every girl in Britain dropping their panties for him. Or, he will have, soon.