A break in the tour was exactly what Louis and all the boys needed. It was fun but gruelling going up on stage virtually every night, every week. There was little respite either when they were not on stage, the boys' days were filled with doing interviews, promos and the usual PR stuff that any celebrity must undertake.
Two weeks of complete freedom...The other four headed out to their own individual destinations across the country. Louis however stayed at the hotel were the boys would rendezvous in two weeks to resume their world tour. And in that time he planned to do nothing.
Sneaking out from under management's noses, wearing a thick grey hoodie and dark sunglasses, Louis heads down into the hotel lobby, disguised and intent on finding the gym. He walks across the polished marble floors quickly in what he thinks is the right direction, praying no one recognises him. He is unshaven and unshowered. Little point in that if he was going to sweat it out in the gym.
As he races across the hotel lobby, the unmistakable and irresistible scent of cooked bacon fills his nostrils. He slows down and inhales deeply. His brain registers the aroma and immediately signals to his stomach.
A pang of hunger shoots through his abdomen.
I am completely starving
Shooting a glance in the direction of the gym, then towards the breakfast restaurant, he gives in to the visceral urge and follows the scent of bacon.
Inside the restaurant, the smell of bacon intensifies greatly. His stomach shoots another pang of hunger through his abdomen as though demanding he hurry up.
Louis spots an empty table in the back, where he will be well hidden behind a half wall and an indoor plant. The last thing he wants is a fan girl recognising him, screaming and drawing attention to him. It was too early for that kind of attention.
Grabbing a plate at the beginning of the buffet, Louis piles on whatever he can see. Bacon, of course, eggs, pancakes, and a great dollop of ketchup on the side. What ever he doesn't want he can leave. Louis leaves nothing however. After fifteen minutes he has cleared his plate.
He leans back in his dining chair that is hidden by the half wall and indoor plant and belches under his breath.
Thank God I am wearing sweats
He rubs his tummy, it is bloated and full.
It is a luxury being able to eat what he wants and how much of it he feels like. Usually, the bands management keep a strict eye and strict rules about what the boys can he. High energy, low fat foods. He really should be keeping to their dietary sanctions on his time off, but no one is scrutinising his every move...
Louis finds himself craving more food. He might very well be full, but sitting in the restaurant with the smell of bacon all around him is too much. He repeats as he did when he first entered the restaurant, stacking his plate high.
Each bite full takes more effort on his second round, pushing the food into his mouth. then methodically chewing each mouth full. He swallows hard to force the food down. It is hard work but he enjoys it, and he some how manages to finish his second plate.
He has consumed more food than he thought humanly possible. He wipes at his mouth to get away can crumbs and ketchup that is left lingering. He unzips his hoodie, the white t-shirt below is tight around his full stomach. He can see the shadowed outline of his belly button.
As Louis breathes in, he find his lungs struggling to fill as his stomach is taking up so much room.
Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll go to the gym.
This is a promise that Louis makes each day and doesn't fulfil. Walking past that restaurant every morning, afternoon and evening proves too tempting.
On his fifth morning of sitting at his hidden table and gorging on the abundant selection of food, he thinks to himself
I have two weeks off, fuck it, I'll go back to the gym when all of management and the boys are back. This is my time to do nothing.
After taking a breather, Louis pushes himself out from his table and heads back up to the hotel room for a nap. Eating takes a lot of a boy.
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