I HATE YOU (Niall Love story)

Stuck in a tour bus, for my own good.

We arrived to Maimi and I rushed into the tour bus.

"Excited, are we now?" Liam asked.

"NO! JUST TIRED!" I yelled and i set my suitcase on thebottom of the bunks. I pulled out a smaller suitcase and climbed to the very top bunk. There, I sat there and hid the suitcase under my blanket. I laid down, after changing and fell asleep when I heard the door close.

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"We. Have. Food."

In an instant, I flashed outta bed and landed like a ninja on the floor, unlike my last attempt that had my back hurting forever. I sprinted into the kitchenand bgan eating the french toast that was made.

"I see you acually have clothes on." Harry smirked.

"Shut it, or else I'm going to cut off all your curls." I smirked evily.

"NO! MY BABIES!' He screamed holding his hair in his hands.

"Eh. I was planning on doing it anyway." I shrugged and he looked at me horrified, while the rest of the boys were laughing.

"My back hurts!!" I whined.

"The fall?" Zayn asked, and I nodded.

"The fall." I stated, glumly and hanged my head low.

"C'mere. Lay down." Niall said on the couch patting the spot in front of him. I climbed over and laid down on the couch, he knelt by my side massage my back and my spine.

"Mmmm..." I moaned, and he stopped.

"Why'd you stop!?" I whined.

"N-nothing.." He stuttered and the boys stiffled a giggle.

"I'm going back to bed." I said, and got up. I climbed into my bunk and tried to go to sleep.

"Iris? Are you okay?" Zayn asked, behind the curtain.

"Yeah, why would you say I wasn't?" I asked.

He opened the curtainn a little and peered in.

" You seem... different." He said, being delicate about his words.

"How?"

"For one, your sleeping a lot more-"

"I like sleeping."

"You aren't as energetic-"

"I'm tired."

"On the way here... You seemed rigged. Stiff. Scared." He pointed the out.

"Plus, you make horrible excuses. You just said you like sleep when you sleep forevever and then said you were tired." He laughed and I pouted.

"No, but seriously. Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, yeah... Just.... Just let me get some rest. I'm not feeling good." I said, which is true, I was feeling sick. He felt my forehead and pulled his hand back.

"Your burning!" He panicked.

"I'm fine." I said, and he shook his head.

"Stay here." He said and i rolled my eyes.

"Where else am I gonna go?" I asked, and he narrowed his eyes at me before leaving. I closed my eyes, and then I felt my self being lifted. I opened my eyes, as Zayn set me on the couch.

"Shh... Go ahead and go to sleep." He whispered and my eyes shut. I felt him dap a wet, cold cloth across my burning skin on my forehead. I heard him dip it in a bowl of water wring it out and fold it, setting it on my head.