The duffel bag Harry was carrying falls to the hotel floor without him even realizing he'd let go of it.

Another show. Another town. Another too-white hotel room.

He can barely keep his eyes open and he hadn't even reached the bed yet. Once he'd collapsed onto the feathery mattress, he knew it wouldn't be much longer until he was unconscious.

Harry opened one eye to the sound of the door opening and closing, being reassured when he saw it was just Niall, getting ready to go to bed. He almost forgot he'd be sharing a room with him tonight since the hotel was booked with fans.

He began to drift off, the sounds muffling around him. Harry smiled to himself as he felt the comforter being wrapped around his shoulders.

The last thing he remembers before passing out was a soft, barely noticeable, warm pressure on his cheek.