The Broken Beat |One Direction|HS|

Chapter 25

The next few hours pass by in a blur. I remember not even having time to answer before they pushed me into the car and sped away. I remember the sound of screams as we came to the airport once again. I remember the kind eyes of the five boys. I remember the fight the boys had with the flight attendant about me boarding, that Paul had to solve with an extra plane ticket pulled out of thin air. I remember the seat next to the window that I’m currently in. And I remember that sickening feeling that I felt at the house follow me all the way till now. I breathe out, telling myself not to let the raging bees in my stomach come out and onto the floor.

“You okay, babe?” Zayn says from the aisle seat next to me.

I nod my head, still unable to string sounds together to make intelligible words. Turning away from him, I stare at the hideous shade of blue that covers the seat in front of me and think life over. Linda’s gone; the house is deserted. Okay, I got that. But what I don’t fully understand is why I’m on a plane, going to the United Kingdom. And apparently, I’m going to be living with five crazy, stupid, childish, hormonal guys. Well, that’s a lot to take in.

I try to open the window but the stunning light causes me to flinch and I quickly shut it. With my heart racing, I laugh. What else can I do but laugh at the absurdity of my life? The boys all look at me from their various seats like I was a crazy person. I control my laughter a bit and look at all of them. I smile. I guess it’s a good thing they haven’t abandoned me. 

Not yet, but surely.

If they do in the distant, or near, future then I would understand. I mean, why would anyone want someone like me to be in their lives for a long time? Shaking off those thoughts, I pull Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire out of my bag and start to read. Although I’ve read it multiple times, I still love rereading it as many times as possible. In no time, I’m absorbed into the book, like always. I’ve always like the idea of magic and wizardry, of being able to cast spells that defy all laws of physics and doing things that were completely untenable to others.

“Hey, Remy. Why don’t you get some sleep before we land in England? It’s probably going to be noon over there and you’ll be really tired if you don’t.” Louis’ voice says as I tear my attention away from my book.

“I guess I should sleep.” I say as I close my book and finally feel the droopiness of my eyes, “But I don’t know if I can.”

“I volunteer as tribute!” Niall’s Irish voice rings through the cabin.

In a few short moments, I see him barreling down the aisle towards me. His blond hair is slightly disheveled and I can see his brown roots fighting to come back and take over the blond ends. His bright blue eyes were wild as the stared at me. At that same moment, I looked over to Harry, who was in a seat directly in front of me. His eyes were cold but had an underlying look of worry. Harry stares at Niall as he plops down into the seat next to me. It takes me a few seconds to rip my gaze from Harry’s face.

“Volunteer for what?” I ask as soon as I could look at the blond boy.

“To be your sleeping buddy, of course!” the overly excited boy says.

“When did I ask for one, exactly?” I ask incredulous at his assumption; I can feel Harry’s, along with the rest of the guys’, gaze on me.

     “Well, I just assumed Rose.” He says, his energy slowly deflating as it depletes, his eyes become wide and the smile on his face disappears.

“I don’t think it’s very wise to assume things around me, Niall.” I say quietly; his head falls as he looks down at his hands.

“Oh. I’m sorry Rose.” He says in a quiet voice as he looks up, avoiding my eyes; a sinking feeling enters my stomach as I watch the slight hurt in Niall’s face become more visible.