The Broken Beat |One Direction|HS|

Chapter 22

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Shaking wakes me up. I open my eyes and flinch due to the streaming light of the December sun. Expecting crazy boy band members to be disturbing me from my slumber, I’m quite surprised when I look around and see none of them.

I shake my head in attempt to rid the grogginess in my brain. Looking around once again, I realize it wasn’t me that was shaking, it was the bus itself. Zayn, still deep asleep and unfazed by the trembling, turns to the left, away from me. I slightly shake my head at the heavy sleeper.

Groaning slightly, I slide the curtains aside and slowly lower myself onto the floor and land with a soft “thump”.

Walking unsteadily whilst using the walls of small hallways as support, I make my way to the living room, guessing that that was where the racket and shaking was coming from. Loud laughter and protest become clearer as my proximity becomes closer to the room.

When I finally catch sight of the room, I’m bewildered. The room was in disarray. Food I didn’t know was stocked on the bus was all over the floor. The couch cushions had somehow been removed from their place in the couch. And, there was trash, wrappers, balls of paper, and peculiar objects, everywhere in the small room.

                How long had they been up to create such a mess? It couldn’t have been more than a few hours. Harry, Niall, and Louis were running around the cramped room like bloody maniacs while Liam was planted on a lonely chair off in the corner of the room, his fingers drumming rapidly on the phone in his hands. His lips were turned upwards while he looked down at his phone, oblivious to the chaos around him. It’s probably Olivia. Only she could cause his attention to be taken away from his best friends. I feel happy for the boy, he found someone to love.

Considering I had been standing in the doorway of the room for around five minutes now and none of the guys have noticed, I finally ask what they were doing.

“What’s going on in here?” I ask loudly.

Stopping, they all look up from their various activities. All of their faces were blank.

“Remy!” Louis says, his face becoming emotional once again, as he rushes over to me.

When he reaches me, he steps behind me, like a scared child.

“Harry and Niall are being mean to me!” he says immaturely, as if I could make them stop.

“Why are you being mean to my Lou?” I ask the two teenage boys, playing along, as I put my arm around Louis’ broad shoulders.

  “Why are you taking his side when you don’t even know the whole story?” Niall asks, with a pout on his face.

“Fine, what’s the whole story?” I ask, eyeing each one of them.

“Trust me Rosemary, you don’t want to know.” Liam says as a ghost of a smile appears on his lips.

“Now I’m curious. So you have to tell me.” I say stubbornly.

“Well...” Liam says, trailing off.

“Yes?” I ask with a pointed look.

“Louis was joking around about you and Zayn.  And Harry and Niall got irritated with his blabbing.” Liam says as casually as he could.

“Okay? Why wouldn’t I have wanted to know…?” I trail off, realization catching me, “ Wait. What was he saying exactly?”

I turn around and look at the Doncaster lad standing behind me. He slowly steps away; suddenly weary about my curious glare. I step towards him, slowly. With each step I take forward, he takes one back. Eventually, his back hits the wall. No where left to go.