Louis

I think I scared the poor lad with the emerald eyes and chocolate curls. Either that or I severely pïssed him off which is probably the most likely scenario. I'm quite good at that to be completely honest.

I'm currently waiting outside the coach for the guests to have a toilet break and a bite to eat quickly. Me being the greedy bastard that I am, decided to share Zayn's cigarette instead of using my own. That was until Niko felt because we were allowing him to stand with us that he thought he was part of our 'group' and took it right out my hand and put it between his chapped lips. Rank.

That was my queue to leave Louis hummed.

He walked around the small food courts and tried to pinpoint the people who were on his coach and try to get them to hurry up, already seeing most of them heading back to the bus anyway.

He knew he was being too optimistic to think the group of lads would make it back to the bus on time and without any hassle.

Louis made his way to a few that were sitting at the table stuffing their faces with the weirdest combinations of food he has ever seen. The variety would even put most pregnant woman to shame. He was no stranger to weird food combinations as he had many younger siblings and was around to witness all his mothers concoctions.

He saw the other half of them running about the crowded area trying to play a game of football with an empty can that was on the floor. Far too easily amused Louis sighed.

Louis tried desperately to round the boys he's grown to really dislike in such a short time of knowing them but it was no use, they were like children.

He decided the best way to try and get them back onto the bus was to tell them it's a race and then give a fishbowl drink free to the winner, or something equivalent of their choice. Treating them like dogs, by operant conditioning and positive reinforcement. He knew taking psychology was going to help him at least once in the future. Thanking skinner and his smartness, the boys pushed each other to see who could arrive first.

Animals.

Nikos started the coach as Louis grabbed his list of people and counted heads to ensure that everyone had made it back in time. Just as he went to sit back down because quite frankly, he couldn't be bothered counting and he simply didn't care if anyone was missing. It was their fault, but he had to make it look like he did double check.

As Louis tried to get comfortable for the remainder of the journey, he heard a roar of laughter and shouting coming from the rowdy lads and a few other passengers. He opened one eye to see the curly hair lad run towards the moving bus trying his best to get the drivers attention to stop. What an imbecile Louis rolled his eyes and sniggered. Figuring Niko would take a while trying to turn around in the tight space so he would not inform him for a while, hopefully making the younger lad shït himself at the idea of being left alone in the middle of nowhere in a different country.

Louis was too busy smiling fondly at the boy to realise that Niko was straightened up and ready to leave. Not understanding what the other lads were telling him he continued driving slowly out the crammed car park.

Louis, then was brought out of his trance as the blonde Irishman was rolling on the floor in the isle bright red and howling with laughter. Even choking a little. Zayn finally was doing something and used broken Greek to try and tell Niko to stop, by waving his arms about more than he was talking. Trying to act out what he was trying to say.

Let's just say that it did make Niko stop, but only to clap at Zayn's performance thinking he was showing him his dance routine to Nikos favourite song on his horrible CD he was playing lowly on repeat.

This did allow Harry enough time to bang on the door and catch the drivers attention, opening the doors and letting the boy on with an amused smile.

"Bastard.." Harry said breathlessly as it was now evident that the driver wasn't as slow as everyone thought, and he did understand a lot more than people gave him credit for. Allowing him to get away with taking the pïss out of the Brits upon the bus.

Harry tried to catch his breath whilst walking up the isle of the bus looking for an empty seat, bright red with embarrassment with everyone's stares and chuckles.

The bus was rather silent waiting for a simple explanation to where the boy had gotten to that he was separated from everyone. Whilst Niall patted the seat beside him, calming down and wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes and mumbling something about a prize he had one.

"I'm really um sorry, I was having a wee. The toilets are uhm, ages away... Uh, what did we win?"

Harry was not really interested in what they had won, however he was very keen on changing the topic and taking the attention away from himself.

"You won nothing, young Harold. I, on the other hand won a fishbowl because I was the fastest. I feel as though I deserve it too y'know because like..." Harry zoned out, not really caring about what he had to say at this moment in time.

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Harry

"Are we there yet" Niall kept repeating constantly in my ear since we had left the halfway point. He was seriously getting on my nerves. I have put up with him since we were babies as both our mums are best friends but he is really beginning to test my patience. I blame it on the lack of sleep.

Scrap that.

I just blame it on Niall.

I had the window seat as Niall was getting restless and was fidgeting too much so kept standing up in the isle trying to stretch and look over at the others to make sure he wasn't missing anything going on. 

This gave me a chance to look at the scenery which in one word, was breathtaking. It was clear to see that this is purely just locals that lived in this area as it wasn't run down or ruined by the results of reckless tourists.

He wishes he could say the same when the arrived in the resort area they were staying in. It wasn't that it was bad as such, but all he could focus on was the workers out this early in the morning cleaning up outside their shops, bars, restaurant  from the night before.

People had obviously been very careless, and no doubt dropped litter anywhere and everywhere, large amounts of vomit getting soaked away by soapy water, drink cups and bottles everywhere and takeaway foot and cartons scattered the place. The locals no doubt cleaning this up for it to be a never ending cycle as it undoubtably would happen again in just a few hours time.

Louis spent most of his time walking on and off  the coach, talking to various hotel staff and making sure that the groups of passengers got everything sorted ok in each of their hotels before moving on.

We finally arrived at the hotel where we would be staying at. We were the last ones to be dropped off. It wasn't overly fancy and it wasn't a dump, it was quite nice for all the time that they would be spent in it, which was not going to be often.

From the outside it looked very clean and they knew from the website that its main purpose was for holidays for young people, so there were no real strict rules as it would if they were in a family hotel.

They grabbed their suitcases and thanked Nikos for the safe but pleasant journey, which made Harry scoff but gave him a tip on the way out nonetheless.

We were greeted by a few Greek hotel staff at the main entrance who were there to carry our bags into the building which we all kindly accepted and were thankful for.  The heat taking its toll already.

Harry must admit, he was beginning to question his sexuality more and more and he had only been in the country for a couple of hours. Firstly with Louis and now with some of the staff.

Harry looked over to see Louis and Zayn fighting over who got the biggest couch in the reception area to have a lie down whilst they got checked in. Ultimate job goals, Harry thought as he stood against the reception desk waiting for the receptionists to check all their passports and get their hotel bands for their wrists and room keys sorted.

"Nice passport picture curly, hair looks a bit windswept and messy. I like it, looks effortlessly hot" Louis winked as Harry was brought out of his daze at nothing in particular.

Harry just rolled his eyes at the overly confident and flirtatious boy, already knowing what his type is, which has a total Fuckboy. They had only been here ten minutes and Louis had chatted up one of the receptionists and stopped many of the girl guests on their way out to the pool or beach with very little on, giving them sleazy comments left, right and centre.

Louis was amused at the boy trying to be so hard to get that he continued. "I like how you gave the camera your bedroom eyes, trying to be sexy. I think you just look tired though, exhausted really, not a good look if I must say so myself".

Harry hummed, not phased by what the boy was saying. "oh would you look at the date on that aswell, you got that picture just last year? Meaning you're over 16 then. You'll have to keep that picture for ten years now? Poor you, sorry about that, lad. Wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy."

I chuckled at how childish this creep was. "You are what, 25? 26? You're so immature. I suppose you know that anyway. I'm not into guys and even if I was you'd be the last person I'd be remotely interested in. Get over yourself, mate"

Just because I didn't give him the attention he craves and is used to, he has to try and put me down. He failed miserably at it if I must say so myself.

Louis gaped with his mouth wide open, "25? 26? I'm not that old! I'm actually only 23" he smiled proudly, totally ignoring the key things that Harry had just said.

Niall bounced in front of us out of nowhere waving his passport in the air. "I look sexy though, right big guy? I mean my bedroom eyes are sooo much hotter than hazza's! I also feel as though my mouth really captured the straight line face that they hoped for. Don't you think so t-" as Louis walked away towards the raven haired boy.

"My hair was also freshly dyed just beforehand! I put in more effort than Harry, he didn't even comb his, not even with his hands!" Niall shouted after the boy who was paying him no attention.

"Niall, your gay is showing" Harry mumbled as he pat his best friends shoulder as the blonde boy pouted from being ignored"

"whatcha talkin bout Willis? You know I don't like dïck, Hazza" Niall glared as Harry eyed him sceptically.

"Why do you care so much for a MALE to compliment you then? Huh?"

"Oh young, naive Harry" Niall tutted as he placed his arm around Harry's shoulders. "I just want to be complimented, who doesn't like compliments" Harry wasn't too convinced in what Niall was saying but he agreed nonetheless whilst grabbing Niall's arm and knocking it off his shoulder.

"Right boys, come over here before we show you to where your rooms are. We will get some of the workers to take your cases to your rooms as I talk to you"

Harry faked a grin as he walked over to the shorter boy as slowly as possible, knowing the more he delayed him the less sleep and more annoyed the boy would get.

"Now, I along with a few others will be your official reps. Zayn being one of them. I will introduce you to the rest tonight when we all go on our first bar crawl. You will be joined with other guests around the hotel and will probably meet up with others tonight from elsewhere. I have the list of places that we will be going and I will give you each a wrist band to get free and cheaper drinks in certain places. I will be leading the bar crawl tonight but the rest of the reps will be joining us as well so we can all get to know each other better. This will also give me a chance to have some time to myself and find a shag for tonight if I'm not the only one babysitting you lot"

The boys cheered at Louis' words and the fact he was so confident he was going to be "getting some" which honestly made Harry gag. Not because of what he was saying as such, he knew he was a pig but the word 'shag' is disgusting. Almost as horrible as the word moist.

"I wasn't supposed to be on duty to be collecting you from the airport so I will be sleeping the rest of the day. If you need any help with anything please go to another rep around the hotel which will be wearing the same as me. Just not looking as good. Even beyond this time if you need any help and I am working, please just go to someone else. If you would like to book any trips, you should see Liam as he will give you a discount and some information on the best ones to go on. Liam has short brown hair and big puppy like brown eyes. If that description did you no good then I'm sure they will introduce themselves to you throughout the day around the hotel. I'm sure Zayn can fill you in on the rest if he ever decides he wants to do any work. I will meet you all at the pool bar for a few drinks at 7 where we will do a couple of games before moving on to real clubs and bars. Thank fück that speech is over, I'm off to my bed fuckers. Zayn, collect someone else and show these losers to their rooms. Peace."  Louis practically speed walked away before anyone can talk to him and delay him even longer.