The Winged Adventures of One Direction

T.W.A.O.D Chapter 4

*okay, this next chapter :) enjoy..PS, i don't drink coffee*

My POV~~

"Harry, can you pass me the ball?"

"Yeah." Harry reached down on the floor for his blue bouncy ball and then threw it to me.

I thanked him and continued my game of bouncing the ball against the refridgerator.

We left Orlando, Florida 5 hours ago. Running from the back of the stadium to the tour bus welcomed hundreds of fans to take pictures and scream. The boys had me inside the circle of them, blocking me from the view of camers. Though I'm pretty sure I'll be mentioned somewhere in countless blogs and numerous gossip magazines.

The tour bus is everything I imagined it be; a single bedroom all the way down the hall with a double twin bed and a granite counter top that could be called a bathroom, four bunk beds, two on each side complete with privacy curtains, a full scale kitchen miniaturized with a microwave, coffee maker(not that I'll be using it), a small oven, and a stainless steel, double door refridgerator, a dining table that can fold down into a spare bed, and a couch that stretches along the wall behind the drivers seat. When I stepped inside, my first reaction was, "whoa, so where is the hottube?"

The boys laughed at my reaction, including Liam.

"You're funny," Louis commented.

And now, 5 hours later on a busy highway towards their next concert in Atlanta, Georgia, Niall is sitting at the table scarffing down a hamburger, Liam is taking a nap in the bedroom, and Zayn, Harry, Louis, and I are stretched out on the couch, staring up at the 40" inch flat screen TV. Also, I might like to mention, that all four boys are shirtless. I'm in teenage girl heaven!

I rested my head on Louis knee watching an episode of Spongebob.

"Can I ask questions now?" I asked, sitting up off of Louis. Louis gave me a mock frown and patted his thigh welcoming. I rolled my eyes and laid my head back down.

Zayn let out an exaggerated sigh, and then cracked his knuckles. "I guess so," he answered.

Harry turned off the TV, but continued to lay on the couch unmoved. Niall finished his hamburger and then join us on the couch. He plopped down next to Harry, his legs hanging across his lap.

"First question: What are you?"

"Well, we're not angels, if that's what you're thinking," Louis said, stroking my hair. His touch gave me chills down my back.

"Okay, so you're not angels," I restated. "Can you fly?"

The boys burst out laughing. Niall clutched his stomach, doubling over in pain. Harry looked close to tears. Louis jiggled under my head. Even though I didn't know what they're laughing at, I started laughing too.

'Hear Niall and Louis's contagious laugh: Check!'

When the boys had calmed down enough to breathe, Niall answered, "can we fly? Uh, yes, and amazingly, if I do say do myself."

"Niall, how come your wings are black?" I asked, moving on to my next question. Their laughter ceased and their faces grew serious.

"I haven't completed the process yet," he explained vaguly. He leaned forward some. His wings extended outward and I noticed that they're not as black as I remembered them.

"What process?"

"There are two parts to the completion process," Harry explained. He held up two fingers. "One: he must find a soul, a lost soul, inside himself. Two: it involves virginity." Harry winked when he said, 'virginity'.

"Wait," I said, sitting up. I scooted off Louis's lap, but he kept an arm actoss my shoulders. "Niall has to lose his virginity to have white wings?"

Niall shook his head, staring awkwardly at his shoes. "I have to take the virginity of a pure soul," he explained further.

"Oh," I said, not really knowing what to say. "So, have you completed any of the steps?"

"Yeah, he found his soul last Thursday. All's he needs is a virgin to seduce," Harry said with a cheeky smile.

Niall playfully hit Harry on the head. "Harry!"

Harry holds up his hands like he doesn't know what he did, but that signature smile can't hide a lie.

"So, wait, all of you have found your soul and taken someone's virginity?" I gestured to Louis, Zayn, and Harry.

They all nodded. "Me and Louis took some virginity together," Harry commented.

Louis laughed and threw a pillow at Harry. "You wish Styles." He turned his attention back to me. "I took my first virginity a while ago."

"Liam too?"

Laughter stopped aburtly again, exchanged with stone-cold serious-ness.

"Don't bring that up in front of Liam," Zayn advised.

"Why not?"

"Because I lost someone special to me," a drowsy voice said.

I turned to see bare-chested Liam standing in the doorway staring at me.

"Liam, mate, it's okay." Zayn jumped up from the couch and rushed over to Liam. He put a hand on his chest. "You don't need to say anything."

Liam took Zayn's hand in his. "If she's going to be here, then she should know what's out there," Liam said.

Zayn took away his hand. Louis and Harry both shifted on the couch. Niall had opened a can of Cola, but put it on the coffee table. All boys eyed Liam cautiously.

"Liam, I'm sorry if I offended you in anyway. I don't mean to pry," I apoligized. I feel bad putting people into odd positions.

He shook his head. "Her name was Danielle. We were together for year. She knew about me and the boys; what we are and she still wanted to be with me. We were happy," Liam started. He took a seat at the dining table. Zayn took a seat next to him, putting his hand on Liam's.

"I took her virginity. The next day...," Liam paused to stare out the window. Sunlight glistened on a tear that fell down his face. "I turned my back for a minute," he practically whispered.

Liam puts his hand on the table, his body shaking slightly. Zayn pats his back reassuringly.

"The evil got her," Zayn continued for him. "And killed her."

"The evil?"

"A dark volume of force and power with only one purpose: to turn us evil," Harry explained.

I nodded. I didn't realize how sad Liam was. The magazines said that Danielle was killed in a drive-by shooting, her body not found. I had no idea she was killed by an evil being.

I got up from the couch and stood in front of Zayn and Liam.

"Liam, I'm sorry about Danielle."

Liam sat up and wipe the tears that fell down his face. He shook his head. "Don't be."

Liam went back to staring out the window.

"So," Louis announced breaking the silence. "Driver! How much longer until Atlanta?"

"About 5 more hours, Mr. Tomlinson," called the driver.

"How about some Wii Mario Kart to get your mind off things?" Zayn asked Liam.

Liam shook his head, got up, and went back into the bedroom, slamming the door shut. Zayn followed, closing the door softer than Liam.

"I feel horrible now." I let out a long sigh.

"He's fine," Niall said, setting up the Wii. "Zayn will help him through it, he always does."

*Hope you enjoyed this chapter. And no, I don't hate Liam and Danielle's relationship. I love her. And I love that she makes him happy. No H8! Also, I ship Ziam, if you didn't already guess. Vote and comment your thoughts :)*