Unexpected ~One direction Fanfiction

Chapter 21

I woke up more groggy than normal. When did I go to bed? Did... Aww, Harry! I smiled and slidd off of the bunk. The bus was still traveling down the highway to Miami. I still had on my concert clothes from last night.

Last night... Matt... Bastard.

I dug through my bag and pulled out a dark blue pair of short-shorts and a grey Minnie Mouse tee- Minnie had on a dark blue bow- that tied in the front. I changed quickly in the small bathroom and brushed my teeth.

This might just be me, but do you ever just pose in the mirror? I do. JUDGE ME! Anyway, I must've stood in the bathroom for about 10 minutes just doing poses. I came back to reality when Zayn banged on the bathroom door. I grabbed my bag and opened the door quickly.

"Sorry..." I walked around him and put my stuff away.

"Did you put in your contacts?" He asked over his shoulder.

"Yep. Browner than ever." I widened my eyes. He chuckled then shut the door. God, when was the last time I had blood... Like, a week? I assume this isn't healthy. I thought to myself as I dug through the fridge. I decided on a bagel and ate it plain. I'm weird, I know.

Are none of the other boys awake, except Zayn? And even he didn't look awake himself. I shrugged and plopped onto the couch and opened up Twitter on my phone. Oh, god.

@Charlie_Love Who are you and why are you with the boys?!

@Charlie_Love just keep your hands off of my Hazza.

LOLOOLOL people say @Charlie_Love is pretty. #getglasses

Wouldn't be surprised if @Charlie_Love is a prostitute...

O.M.G #CharlietheProstitute is trending! @Charlie_Love

@Charlie_Love whoops! Guess you forgot to close your legs... #CharlietheProstitute

YIKES! (PIC) this is rough... But when has @Charlie_Love ever looked decent?

"Are you alright?" Niall asked, leaning against the door.

"Y-yea." I nodded.

"Why are you crying?"

"Contact issues." I lied and blinked my eyes. "Stings."

"Uhh... O-okay." He eyed me over again before walking out. I looked back at all of my mentions. A lot were pretty nice, but campared to what everyone else was saying, how could I remember that people actually like me?

I went to trending. Not a good idea.

#CharlietheProstitute was still trending, along with:

Charlie Who?!

I kicked my phone to the opposite end of the couch, shunning it. I tapped my fingers on my knees, trying to occupy myself from breaking into tears.

"Is your contact better?" Niall asked sitting down.

"Yup." I replied, but my voice cracked. Damn you.

"Look at me, Charlie." Niall intsructed.

"I'm fine." I turned away from him.

"Mind if I check your twitter?" He reached for my phone.

"YES!" I shouted and leaped over him, snatching my phone.

"Then, tell me what's wrong." He instructed.

"What's wrong?" Liam asked.

"Nothing." I answered quickly.

"Charlie..." Niall asked sternly.

"It's not a big deal!" I exclaimed.

"What the hell?!" Harry shouted from the back of the bus. "What?!"