Barely Holding On [H.S]

Nineteen

Addie's POV:

Niall had finished my checkup. He was now filling me in on my health situation.

"Zayn only caused bad bruising, no sprains or anything of the sort. And you also have a few cuts here and there, but other than that, you're fine." He explains.

"Thanks." I reply, looking over my bruises.

"Call me if you need anything, I'll be in the bunks having a nap." He smiles.

"Alright, will do." I reply, still focusing on my injuries.

I heard Niall walk out, and a new set of foot steps walk in and over to me. I looked up to see Harry smiling down at me.

"Hello!" He said in a cheery tone.

"Hey." I replied simply.

"You know, I did bring Ed back." He sat down on the bed.

"Yeah." He stands up too.

"How about we do it tomorrow night? We were suppose to stop at a hotel two nights earlier but the delay made Liam paranoid about the others catching up to us so we had to go a further distance from them." He ignores my previous protests. I frantically search for an excuse.

"I don't think I'm ready." The best thing I could come up with.

"The deal was, I get to do it when and where I want. Not you." He sneers.

"Oh fuck this." I say under my breath as I run my hands through my hair and turn my back to Harry. I begin walking out of the room, but he grabs my arm and spins me around.

"What'd you say? And we're not done talking." He says and smirks at me.

"Fine. Tomorrow. Whatever." I give in and turn back around to walk out.

"Sounds good." I hear him say as I close the bathroom door.

I didn't actually have to use the washroom, I just didn't know of any other private places on this bus.

I walk up to the toilet and put the cover down. I sit on it and rest my head in my hands. After a few moments, my eyes get droopy and I just now realize how tired I am. I wanted to go sleep in my bed, but Harry was still out there and I had too much pride to just walk out right after an argument.

I moved to sit in the corner of the small room and leaned my head on the wall, closing my eyes. It wasn't the most comfortable, but it was better than facing Harry. After a while, I dozed off and awoke to banging on the door.

"Addie!" Niall's voice rang through the think door.

"What?" I said, sleep filling my voice.

"I really need to use the toilet!" He said impatiently.

"Alright, alright. I'm coming." I get up and open the door.

"Have you just been asleep?" He asked, scanning me over.

"Yeah." I sigh.

"Why in there?" He laughs.

"Harry and I got into an argument and I went in there for peace and quiet and I was really tired and yeah." I tried to explain.

"Hmm. Well next time you should just use the bed. I can't imagine the floor is vey comfortable." He says, walking in to the washroom. I nod and smile as he closes the door.

I sill feel really tired to I walk over to my bed and start removing the cushions, stacking them next to the couch.

"You were in there for almost three hours." I jump at a voice behind me. I turn to see Harry. He's wearing a loose white t-shirt and black basketball shorts.

"I needed to be alone." I mumble.

"Ahh, I see. Alone time." Harry says, winking.

"No! Stop, you're such a pig." I scrunch my nose and go back to setting up my pull out bed.

"Then what were you doing?" He asked.

"I was just thinking and enjoying a little privacy for once." I grab the handle and pull the bed out with more ease than I expected. I unfold it and walk over to the closet with the blankets in it.

"For three hours?" He chuckles.

"Yes." I say, tucking the last corner of the sheet under the mattress. I toss the duvet over and throw on the pillows. I sit on the edge of the bed and look over at Harry.

"Get out, I'm going to sleep." I tell him.

"Ooh, can I join?" He says with the tone of a five year old.

"No way. Get out, I'm tired." Despite my previous nap, I was actually exhausted. It wasn't a very good sleep on a bathroom floor.

"Either let me get in bed with you, or stay right here." He gives me two equally horrible options.

"Or you can get out." I make my own third.

"What's going on?" Niall says, stepping out of the bathroom. His hair is wet and he's holding a towel. I didn't see him carry one in, but it was probably already in there.

"I just want to sleep and he won't leave me alone." I whine.

"I just want to join and she won't let me." Harry whines, mocking my voice.

"If she doesn't want you to, you should just leave Harry." Niall tells him.

"I'll do what I want." Harry counters.

"It's fine, Niall. I can handle this." I tell him.

"Okay." He says and walks out into the bunk area. He shuts the curtain just as Harry sighs and Louis opens the door to the drivers area.

"Hey." He says to Harry and I.

"Hello. I was just about to try to get some sleep and I keep getting interrupted." I say to him.

"Hi," Harry gives Louis a small wave. "I just want to join and she won't let me."

"Well maybe you should let Harry join. We all know that if Harry's sleeping, we stay away. So if he's with you, you won't get bothered anymore. It's a win-win." He tries to reason.

Before I can say anything, Harry runs over to the bed and jumps on.

"Good idea, Louis." He cheers.

"No, get off." I whine, when he doesn't move I walk over and stand by the wall across the room.

"Well I'm just here to get a beer, so good day to you two." He says as he takes a beer back into the drivers area.

"It's night." Harry says and looks at me.

"That doesn't mean he can't say good day."

"Come on, I can hear in your voice how tired you are, now lay down." He says once again.

"Ugh!" I tug at my roots and slide my back down the wall until I hit the floor.

"What?" He asks, dumbly.

"Get out!" I yell. His expression turns angry and he stands up and walks over to me.

"Don't fucking yell at me!" He yells right in my face. He grabs my upper arms and pulls me to my feet. He picks my up bridal style and practically throws me onto the bed. I whimper as the fall hurts my aching neck.

He walks around to the other side and gets into bed. He pulls the duvet over us. I turn my back to him and let out a huff.

He groans and I feel him roll onto his side and wrap his arm around my waist, pulling me into his chest with ease. His body was way bigger than mine and I couldn't get away if I tried. His arm held me in an iron grip. He nuzzled his face into my neck and grazed his lips along the base.

"You're going to be mine." He whispered.

I swallowed a lump in my throat, my body growing even more tense than before.

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