I step onto the bus after Louis. Looking around, I see the usual familar surrounding. Six bunk beds line the walls at one end, a kitchen area in the middle with a pull-out dining table, and sofas are built into the bus at the other end. It's more homely than last time; no tech equipment was was to be seen, and there was another bus for management, instead of sharing. 

"Bigger budget than last time?" Louis scoffed.

I squeeze his hand. "Alright, Lou," I say in a low voice, following him up the stairs and inside. Niall and Liam got here earlier than us, and have already claimed two of the bottom beds, leaving me and Louis with one bottom bunk and all of the top ones.

"I hate the top bunks," Louis whines. "And Haz's too tall for them." 

It was true, the top beds were around a foot shorter than the bottom ones, meaning I had to tuck my knees up just to fit in them.

"It's alright, love," I say, my hand on the small of his back. "We'll just share, if that's alright with the lads." I turn to them. 

"Sure," Niall nods and looks at Liam. "We don't mind."

"Thanks lads," Louis smiles at them. "Now we can dump our stuff on the top beds."

"Louis, we all know you were going to do that anyway," Liam flashes him a grin.

"Was not!" Louis prods him in the ribs. 

-

It's later on that night, and I'm cooking pasta on the hob. I feel Louis' arms wrap around my waist.

"Nearly done yet?" He says into my back.

"Yes, but there's none for you," I say, laughing.

"Oi, that's not fair," He pinches my hip. "I made loads of food for you before."

"Liar!" I almost shout, shaking my head. "Name one time."

"You don't remember? I made chicken, stuffed with mozzarella ch - "

I interrupt. "Yes, Lou. I remember the chicken, stuffed with mozzarella cheese, wrapped in parma ham, with a side of homemade mash," I laugh, doing the gestures that he always does when explaining  it. "How could I forget?" 

"Right, here. It's done." I say a few minutes later, handing Louis two bowls. "Take them to Niall and Liam, would you?"

"What did your last slave die of?" He protests, but then winks with a grin and takes them anyway. 

I follow him into the make-shift living room, carrying our own meals. He's sat in the corner of a sofa, his legs stretched out along the seat. I flop myself down, settling in between his thighs, and I feel his fingers play with my curls. 

-

I wake up on the couch, a blanket thrown across me. I look across to the clock stood on the bench, squinting in the darkness. It reads half past three. Louis stirs beneath me, and rubs his eyes. 

"You alright, Haz?" He mutters.

I nod, grabbing hold of his hand, which had found itself on my thigh. Lacing our fingers together, I stand up. I pull Louis off the sofa after me, and take him towards our bunk. He pulls back the curtain and goes in first, curling into a ball on the far side of the bed. I swing myself in after him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I breathe in deeply, his scent comforting me in this unfamiliar environment. 

-

Niall shakes my shoulder. 

"Are you really both in there together?" He laughs. "I don't know how you fit."

Louis turns to face Niall, yawning but then smiling at me. "Shut up, Nialler. There's plenty of room," He swats in his direction before sitting up onto his elbows. "We're coming, give me two minutes."

I watch Louis get changed. He pulls a blue and white hoodie over his head, messing up his fringe. I stand up and walk over to him, reaching up and raking my fingers through his fringe to fix it. I take his hand and we head to the kitchen. 

Liam raises his arms, cheering.

"Let's smash it, lads!"

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Treat people with kindness. Kat. x