In The End {One Direction}

Louis was never ok with Niall's relationship with Marcie. He liked her, but there was nothing to do about it. After an almost-death happening with Niall, Louis finds the chance to escape his problems. Is this chance going to break everyone, or will it help him find his way?


27. Final Destination

Marcie's POV


I'm tired and done with everything. Nope. We've been in this car for too long. Too, too long.


After I was done going ape shit on everything and every one, I had finally let Harry and Liam back into the hotel. I swear I could hear them yelling from a mile away when I was bike riding. I don't know why I did it. Probably just tired of them, and once again, tired of everything.


The sun was setting and my phone said it was a good 60 degrees Fahrenheit. Moderate temperature for a February. However, it felt like seven times that in here. The driver really knows how to make us melt. I'll be drowning in my own sweat if he doesn't fix this problem soon.


"Marcieee. It's hot in here." Liam whined again.


"I know Liam."


"Fix ittt." Harry chimed again.


"And this is why you two were locked outside in the cold yesterday for two hours."


"It was only two hours because you walk slow." Harry said, referring to the fact I had to return the bike to the rental store and walk back home for 1.5 miles. I apologize for walking like a normal human. I thought to myself.


"Why can't you guys be like Zayn and just sleep."


"Meh-meh-meh-meh meh. That is all I hear coming from you." Harry sassed back, making his hands 'talk'.


I rolled my eyes, huffing at my breathe. "Fuck off Harry." He laughed.


I ignored his immature behavior, and turned back to the window I was staring at. The bright lights of the city had been replaced by patches of dirt and the smell of hay had filtered into the car.


"Looks like we're here." Niall spoke, awoken by the bickering between Harry and I. I sighed in relief. Another minute in the car, and Harry's head would've been off.


The car slowed down, parking in front of the house that looked too suburban for the country side. This was it. Louis was a mere 10 yards away.

The driver helped carrying out our backpacks. The rest of our things were at the hotel, just in case things went wrong and we needed a place to go back to. I insisted we bring enough to last two days, and they actually listened for once.


Liam, Niall and Zayn were at the door. Harry still sat inside the car, waiting for someone to open the door for him.


"You're such a diva." I muttered at him, opening the door for him.

He smiled at me. Annoyed, I threw his bag at him, swinging it at his stomach.


He went "oof" and caught the bag. He crouched down as he walked (probably in pain) to the others.


"Thank you sir." I saluted the driver, paying him for the drive.


"No problem Miss Marcie. If you need a ride back into the city, just give me a call." He saluted back and thanked me for the heavy tip. I watched him drive off with a smile.


"Well that's another person I've made happy today." I grinned at myself proudly. I reworked the strap around my shoulder and walked to the door. I didn't realize some people in the states could be so civilized.


"I wanna knock- no, I wanna knock!" I could hear their bickering from hear.


"Why don't you just both knock the goddamn door at the same time," suggested a newly awoken Zayn.


"I agree with Zayn." I shouted, still standing at the end of the walk way.



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